Gender: Male

Kit: Techno

Location: Streets of Khazan


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 28

Personal Losses: 40

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


The Inspiration...

I watched, sitting there as pain filled the world. Everywhere around me I could see it, faces of suffering children, the terrified elderly, the unprotected downtrodden. It filled me with a sorrow that couldn't be described, it brought me down, a buzzkill that I almost couldn't swim free of, the misery had to end somewhere so... I thought to myself, dude, where can mankind find solace, a new joy in the world, an adrenal blast in your face that wasn't really a blast that took off your face, some sort of retrovibe that made your body feel like it could just up and take flight? Music. The power of music my friends. It was then that I had a superbadass realization... there was one great and amazing way to bring others music, the boombox. The boombox was the hero of the 80s why not let it be the hero of the 2010s!?

So it begins...

I outfitted myself with the best fingerless gloves I could find, some cool shades, a badass leather jacket, a headband and I took to the streets through the power of my musical masterpiece machine I bring down the villains of the world with righteous sounds. You think you're fighting? No, you're dancing. That hate that was filling your brain, let it slip away with the hardcore songs of soothing and harmony. I punch out your eardrums and make way for ultra joy not uber hate. I am BOOMBOX! Awesome right? I know. I won't ever make you pay for my autograph either.

(OOC note: Character randomly inspired by Lonely Island)


~Taken from the Khazan Daily, classified and personal ads

Personality? Check. Check and check, I got personality in spades.

Names Lance! Let's go out! I'm a sweet jive talking, smokin' hot dude with a badass sense of style, I even helped a couple old ladies across the street in my lifetime. I'll sing honey in your ear and make your body quake like it's Hammertime allover again. I don't do long walks on the beach but I cut a mean rug, which has more than one meaning, if you got that you get me, gimme a call ladies! Also I like puppies but not cats, sorry but allergic)

P.S. I got a six pack.


The Beat

     Sonics: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect


Combination badassery meets technology

The Boombox has that way of bringing low even the highest flying super dupe. Aim this baby at them, push play on my favorite mix tapes and they're singing to a new tune, one I'm pounding them with. Thats right, me and my boy make these sounds happen, his vocals and my techno mastery. Through sound, anything is possible.



     Ally: standard (rank 1)


Feeling the burn... but not alone

So, not everyone is a fan of my rockin' jive style'n ways. I got beat up today, pretty seriously, I'm in the ER right now waiting for these super sexy nurses to give me their phone numbers. Theres a dude here with me, he tried to come to my rescue we had a broment. He sings, wicked mad good skills too, def gonna be a record deal between the two of us, we talked about it when we laid there next to my broken boombox. A duo, never thought of that. We got mad style together though, it'll be one of them things I blast them with the box we kick out some straight destroyer beats and we'll come back even harder than before. We'll knock villain badgirl panties off and make the dudes wanna be us. It'll be dope, you'll see, the Boombox is now mobile x2.


Feel the Music

     Emotion Control: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect


Elevate and alleviate, make the enemy your ally!

Hold the Boombox high, lift it up in your arms and peoples hearts will soar with it. No need to even make them feel some hurt, with synergy you got winnergy. We blast the noises and watch them kick gears from rage mangler to rave monster. Some beats here and there knocks 'em into our way of happy life, like they say; hit the bed not the floor make love not war! Well, not sure who says that but it sounds good.

"Sounds like a hippy speech Lance, rewrite that one."

"No music is what matters."way Julius, it's fly it works."

"You're right man. The music is what counts."

"Word, brother."


Turbo Bass

     Concussive Weapon: standard (rank 1)

  • Ranged Attack
  • Area Affect


The beat can't be contained!

This bad mother turns up and what you got going now is epic win. The Turbo Bass pounds the sounds out, it hammers the vile right out of evil, get crashed with wave after wave of tempest sounds and no ones gonna wanna keep up with their angry hound doggin' ways. This is where its at people, music, we'll pound that raucous sound into you and make you enjoy your fellow hum- er, monkey, alien?... well, whatever you are.