The Spider Don


Gender: None

Kit: Alien

Location: New York, New York


Alignment: Villain

Team: Solo Villain


Strength: superior (rank 2)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: superior (rank 2)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Infamy Points: 0

Personal Wins: 3

Personal Losses: 6

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


My name is Tommy. Thomas Gerthold Gunn. My friends call me Tommy Gun.

The day I met the Spider Don, was the day I ran away from home. I was on the outskirts of New York. In the farmlands, when I wanted to be in New York City. Just when I was about to give up on my big plans and go home, wouldn't you know it, a giant spider just popped up from the middle of the road, grabbed me, and pulled me under. Needless to say, I needed a change of pants.

Now, this Spider, he tells me his name is Dori-An Rav-An. And under his trapdoor is a whole spaceship. He tells me it's nothing personel, but he's going to eat me before he takes over my planet.

Now, I know how to do exactly one thing; talk. So I talked. I told him that aliens have tried to take over the world before, and each one had been repelled. This got him interested enough that he held off on eating me.

Luckily enough, I took my sci-fi movies with me when I ran away from home. Show I show Dorian exactly why he should be a bit more cautious around humans. When he saw aliens die time and again by old men in crop-dusters and even the music we listened to, he quickly realized that humans were a rare breed and taking over the world would be impossible.

So, I pulled out my heist movies, and he realized the way to get ahead on earth was to be a gangster. And he kept me alive to help him out. So, I was feeling lucky, you know? I ask him why he wants to conquer our world in the first place.

He says to me he's really just a scout for the advancing army. He's supposed to set up a base camp before they arrive and then the real conquering could get started.

Only here's the thing; the Don actually used to be the equivalent of a general back in his army (they call their armies Plagues). Only other spiders played the political game and made it look like he only get as high up as he did 'cause of his dad (who I gather was important) and then they set him up for some big fall. So he gets demoted to frontguard.

So, he was going to conquer the world single-handedly to show 'em up. But now he's thinking to just let 'em try and conquer earth. He'll set up a sweet home here, (lots o' fresh food) help our side out, take out his replacements with the same ease humans have beaten back aliens with before, and in the same move gain the trust of us feeble-minded humans.

And I can respect that. Revenge. I love it, in fact, and it's sort of beautiful the way he describes how he'll get it and how he'll win over the human race (I call 'im a he, because he acts like a he, but he says he don't have genders where he's from. I don't know what he means, and I don't intend to ask).

Anyway, we ate the people in the next minivan that drove over his trapdoor, and in the morning we went to New York to establish a criminal empire. He shared the family with me, and it was a little disgutsing at first, but then it began to taste like chicken.

Ah, New York. You can make it here, you can make it anywhere.


So, in one of our first meetings ever with a real big-wig, a guy who calls himself Ozymandias, Ozy decides to be a jerk all over the place. Ozy goes about talking about how he was running this side of town before I was even born, and no freak could take it away.

Now the Don, he doesn't like it when people disrespect him. He's fought hard to get to the rank of general, and he had that taken away; he ain't losing his respect again. He's alot about respect the Don.

It was unbelievable the way the Don kept his cool. He's just the kind of guy that gets all slow and cold when he's angry, you know? Not like Ozy, who's flinging around words I wouldn't use next to my mother. No, when the Don gets quiet, somebody's gonna be dinner.

That's just the kind of guy the Don is. He's all about playing the players instead of the game. He won't just move pieces on a chess board, he'll mess with the other guy's head so he'll forget he has his queen right there.

Needless to say, Ozy disrespected the Don and ended up pretty dead. That's just the type of guy the Don is.


Look up

     Wall Crawling: standard (rank 1)


We need money to start a gang. Only, we're a kid and a giant spider from Orion's Belt, how're we going to get cash? Answer? We hit wall street. With a cement truck.

Once we've got enough money for a private yacht, we split. Except I can get away scott-clean, but the Don doesn't want anybody to see him untill he makes his big reveal.

So we split up, and I only get so far by the time one cop got the better of me. I had my hands up, and he's going for his radio, but then I see something above him.

It's the Don, literally right above the guy, poised on the side of a building. Cop sees me smiling and looks up, and that's when the Don bites the guy's head clean off.


Trapped in a web

     Tactician: superior (rank 2)


So, I led a group of our guys to Don Vinnie. We're a motly crew, mostly thugs and such, but we've got the Don behind us.

We got a guy hackin' into the security cameras, and the Don tells us through our phones what to do. We run through the building like nobody's business, and he tells us when and where to shoot. They don't even see us; Don tells us to point our guns at walls and through the roof and at the floor. Vinnie Doesn't even know what's hit 'im.

When I got back and asked him about it, he just said it was like making a giant web to trap his flies, except instead of silk he used humans.


The Plague

     Commander: superior (rank 2)


We own the docks now, and we're growing. We're mostly a motley crew, whoever the Don could find. He calls us his Plague. His own personal army.

At one point, this Russian guy decided he wanted in on our action. One day, while the Don was practicing his violin, the Russian stormed in all guns ablazing with his crew.

Now, the Don is a bit suprised by this, so he climbs up to a good vantage point, rings us up, and pretty soon we're mopping the floor with the Russian's goons. I mean, they are stone cold trained killers. We're just a couple of random shmucks with guns and a kid with a baseball bat. But we got one thing those trianed fellas don't: We got the Don.

His violin practice was coming in real well. It was pretty beautiful that night, as it drifted through the night while we shot up some goons below him.

They got the message; nobody messes with the Plague.