Purple Flea


Gender: Male

Kit: Super

Location: The Bronx, NY


Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero


Strength: superior (rank 2)

Agility: superior (rank 2)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: standard (rank 1)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: -25

Personal Wins: 4

Personal Losses: 9

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


It was a dark and stormy night. Yeah, clichéd beginning and all, but in my defense, it WAS a dark and stormy. Too damn dark and stormy if you ask me.

Here I was soaking in the damn drenching rain just so I could the drop on some drug-smuggling lead, I had picked up on from some other supes.

Okay, I admit it. I eavesdropped. But what else was I to have done? We newbies don’t get enough respect and I needed some good publicity to make a name for myself. Ever since the incident a few months back that gave me my powers, things have been a real shit storm in the superheroing department.

I come from a family of mutants. Pa thinks it’s because for years we used to live near this government research facility that pumped lots of toxic waste out in the stream where we fished, and got water to irrigate our plants. Yeah we were all country bumpkins, making a living by selling fish and veggies. Anyway, all that went downhill when people started getting sick after buying our produce.

What we couldn’t understand, though, was why it didn’t affect us. That wasn’t true, though, as everyone had become changed somewhat over time with continued exposure to what the hell it was that the government research facility was pumping out into the river. Daddy became this big, green blob that oozed acidic green slime and increase his size to become a gigantic, big, green acid-slime oozing blob. Little Timmy could change into a half-human version of whatever fish or vegetable he desired. After all, he ate most of the food we grew. And Mama, withered away until she became nothing but invisible spirit, and had to possess living things to do anything at all. Me, I could do nothing. Until I was bitten by a damn flea.

Apparently, my body had mutated and was waiting for the right catalyst or stimulation to get going, so I gotten bitten, and voila! I joined family business as Freaked out Freaky Freaks Inc. Luckily; I maintained my human appearance, though I got some flea- related powers. That explains the Flea part of my name. The Purple part comes from my love of the color purple.


Yeah, I know, it’s a crazy origin story and all, but isn’t life crazy most of the time? When it’s not crappy, that is.

So here I am, sitting and getting drenched in the rain, trying to turn my freakiness into something good, y’know? Luckily, I got a lot a company when it comes to freaks cuz there’s a lot of weirdo’s running around as supes and villains aplenty.

So here I am, waiting when it’s just my luck that the damn gargoyle’s head that I’m perched on decides to fall off with me on it. Luckily, I’m pretty fast and nimble and leap off in time to the safety of the ledge. And people wonder why I’m pessimistic. I mean, I got to wonder how many other people have the luck that I have.

At that that very moment, a panel truck turns the corner and cruises right under my ledge, the gargoyles’ head smashing through the windshield. In minutes I got thugs spilling out the truck and aiming automatic weapons up at me. Shit. Just my damn luck.


Make like a flea

     Shrinking: standard (rank 1)


Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't have spotted me cuz I can shrink down to the size of flea in the blink of an eye just by thinking it. Actually, it takes like eight, ten secs to get flea size, but you get what I'm aiming at. This ability is really useful for getting into places that are hard to get into (and for eavesdropping on unsuspecting rival superheroes) and also for getting me out of some really tight spots but a bright flash of lightning just had to strike at that moment and startle me, by the time I recovered enough to think, "Shrink", I had to be dodging bullets.


Holy Leaping Heroes!

     Leaping: standard (rank 1)


Man, I leaped around on that ledge! Those bullets had nothing on me! I like to think that I have the proportionate leaping ability of the flea. I can leap very high and far at a moment's notice if I have to.

Of course, leaping around and dodging bullets sounds and feels a lot cooler than it actually looks. When I looked later at an anonymous amateur phone vid clip (where do those dratted anonymous camera wielders come from anyways? I mean, it was the middle of the night! In a freaking rainstorm!), it looked as if I were doing doing wild, silly dance. So much for my wanting to make a name for myself. I looked like a drunk tumbler.


I AM NOT Spider-man!

     Wall Crawling: standard (rank 1)



There's nothing that ruffles my feathers (in a manner of speaking. Neither fleas nor maen have feathers. Duh), like being mistaken for or compared to other supes. Shit, I crawl on walls because I got flea powers. In my opinion, that's way cooler than spider powers, especially the shrinking part.

Well.... having a little webbing gadget-thingy wouldn't hurt, though.

"I AM NOT Spiderman!" I shrieked and leaped off the wall and unto the offending thug.


I AM NOT a Vampire! (Sheesh!)

     Bio Vampire: standard (rank 1)


I bit him. I bit him real good.

I know it sounds gross, but I kind of developed this taste for blood. And drinking blood makes me stronger. I already got way-above-human strength. It's like I also got the proportionate strength of the flea. That strength gets augmented however, when I drink blood.

When, I got a drink of that guy's blood, I really whaled on those guys. Serve them right, I mean who smuggles drugs in the pouring rain?

"He's a freaking vampire!" Another thug screamed. I rolled my eyes. Just for that I bit him harder than the rest.

Really got to make a hole for my mouth, as biting through cloth really fouls the taste of the blood, y'know?


Exoskeleton skin, baybeh!

     Armor: standard (rank 1)




I felt a sting as a bullet richocheted off my chest. Luckily, it was fired from a small handgun, or I would have been in trouble. Shouldn't let my guard down like that. I might have tough skin, but I'm not invulnerable.

I grabbed one off his advancing comrades by the arm and threw him at at the shooter. They crumpled like rag dolls. That took care of the last of them. Nighty night fellas. Not bad for a night's work.


Damn, I was catching a cold. Just my luck. Well, still, what else did I expect?