Gender: Male

Kit: Divine

Location: NYC


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Angels of Mercy


Strength: weak (rank 0)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: weak (rank 0)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 1

Personal Losses: 4

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


"Oh shit! What was that, man?" Googly started in surprise. He was a heavy, thickset fellow with huge muscles, a huge paunch, and a gigantic bald head. His bulbous, protruding eyes, which gave him his trademark name, belied his bloodthirsty and cold-hearted nature. Googly killed without regret and always left his signature- large, plastic googly eyes in the eye-sockets of his victims. He always kept the real ones that he dug out.

Beside him, his partner-in-crime, Bone-Man, cussed and swore profusely.

"Fuck, man, get a hold of yourself!" he finally managed to say in his high, shrill voice, "You're scarin' Dogg!"

"You get the fuck hold of yourself!" Googly retorted, his eyes rounder and more bulbous as usual in his fear as he babbled to his small, wiry companion, "We're dead, man! I told you to leave this family alone, man! Did you have to rape the mother and grandmother, man? You bone everything in sight. You sick fuck! You know he's gonna find us!"

"Bullshit. I don't know shit, and you don't know shit, either. And besides, what's the point of me being Bone-Man if I don't bone 'em? (he made a thrusting motion with his hips and grabbed his crotch), or bone 'em?" He made a whittling motion with the knife he constantly twirled among his fingers and grinned, "And that's exactly what's in store for this Deathsmoke character if he shows. I'm gonna fuck him and strip him. Or vice versa. Doesn't matter.

Bone-man was a serial rapist and killer, who typically slashed and carved his victims' flesh down to the bone. He had 89 rapes and sexual assaults and 32 deaths to his name. He aimed to make the century mark with both before he croaked or was offed.

"You know that he can't die, right? They say that he made a deal with the Devil to grant him immortality and all sort of freaky fucking powers! Shit!"

"Geez, Googly, shut up man, before I Bone you, and you don't want to know which way."

Googly growled deep in his chest, "Try it, man, and I fucking kill you dead!"

"That's the Googly I know!" Bone-Man crowed, "That's more like it! Now shut the fuck up. You're makin' Dogg nervous. See how he's not talkin'."

"Dogg never talks, man!"

"Yeah, but he's not doin' it more than normal."

"Will you two shut the FUCK UP!??"

The two criminals eyed their dimunitive partner. Dogg had the face of a pug/pekinese and was said to be 'shitty as ass and nastier than a shit-pool'. He was a do-anything-for-the-fuck-of-it son-of-a.... But one thing everyone knew was that Dogg rarely talked, and when he deigned to show opinion or feeling, it was always with a wide, maniacal grin, no matter the circumstances. Dogg never swore.

"What the fuck, man?" Bone-Man managed to gasp. Googly was still speechless.

"Shut the fuck up, I said. Googly was right. Deathsmoke can never die. He was once a bad-ass, vigilante cop who was burned by his double-crossing mates. He made a deal with the Devil to come back and avenge their asses and now exists as part ghost, part man to kill every criminal son-of-a-bitch he comes across."


"How the fuck you know this?" Bone-Man managed to rasp out. Googly was still in shock in light of the longest utterance Dogg had ever made in one go.

"He's a relentless, bloodthirsty maniac who's thirsty for the blood of every dirty scumbag like you that walks this earth. He's a living nightmare walking between Earth and the ether, vengeance his only purpose and existence."


The Smell of Evil

     Hyper-Senses: standard (rank 1)


"He can smell the evil in your hearts. He can taste the hatred and murder in your souls. The cheap perfume that you wear, the stink of your sweat only serve as marks for him. He always finds his mark. There's nowhere you can go that he can't find you..."

Both men just stood, transfixed in fear and confusion.

Dogg threw his head back and laughed, "Hee hee heeeeeeeeeeeee!"


Death by Smoke

     Decay: standard (rank 1)


At this display of random typical Dogg behaviour, the men broke from their transfixed stupor.

Googly squinted at Dogg in the poor light, "Hey Dogg, you feel alright? You look kinda pale, man!"

"Told you, that you were scaring him, you fool!" Bone-Man quipped, as he eyed his dimunitive partner, then, "Damn, man, you look like a dead guy. You look as if you're literally falling apart! Shit! You even starting to stink! When the fuck last you bathed, man?"



     Mind Control: superior (rank 2)


"Um, Bone.....?" Googly had started to frown now, and his right hand had begun, twitching as it inched slowly near to the bulge under his parka concealing his Uzi.

"Christ, man, you scared again? What the fuck, man?"

"Don't Deathsmoke have the ability to jump in a mothafucker's body and possess him and all that shit? Making him get all decayed and stink and shit?"

Dogg's grinned stretched from ear to ear, "Bingo. Shots on the house for the fat guy!" His voice had taken on a gravelly undertone.

"Oh shit!" The two men exclaimed simultaneously.

"Teee heeeee! Precisely!"


Forceful Ejection

     Disintegration: superior (rank 2)


Dogg's gut burst open in a shower of blood, entrails and faeces, splattering the cave and its two other occupants, as a figure clad in a dark leather suit ejected from inside his body.

"Oh shit, I broke him!" the man said, brushing himself off as he rose to his feet, "It was getting too cramped in there, anyways. I was bound to burst out, soon or later."


Living Smoke

     Energy Body: standard (rank 1)


"Motherfucker!" Googly screamed as he proceeded to empty his Uzi on the dark figure.

"Oh please," the dark figure practically purred as he shifted into smoke and wafted across the small space in the cave.



     Slashing Weapon: standard (rank 1)


"Urk!" was all Googly could manage to say as he watched his guts spill out on the floor in front of him.

The figure had shifted back to human form and had transformed its hands to gleaming claws and eviscerated him with one swipe of its metallic claws.

Bone-Man was currently trying to make a hasty exit, scrambling across the cave floor towards the cave opening. The figure promptly changed to smoke and flowed across the space in the cave, hovering around the fleeing criminal's head causing to hack and claw at his face. The smoky haze began to clear as the smoke entered his body through his eyes and nose.

The creature rose, now housed in his Bone-Man skin.

"Don't worry, little rapist. Your time won't come yet. Not until you lead me to your compatriots first. Come, the evil in their souls and the blood of the innocents they have slain calls out to me."

Activating his powers from within his host, the creature turned its present body to smoke and wafted through the cave opening into the night.