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Tommy and the War
Played By: The Rookie

Tommy and the War by The Rookie

TEAM: Solo Hero

SECTOR: Lowtown

KIT CLASS: Everyman

Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 9 wins!

Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 8
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 1
Out of League Losses: 3
Total Wins: 9
Total Losses: 6
The Phenom - Win 0-0
The Chauvinist - Win 0-0
Echidna Haterrorot - Win 0-0
Deep Freeze - Win 0-0
Grandstand - Win 0-0
Rogan White - Win 0-0
D.F.C. "Daniel" - Win 0-0
The Manticore - Win 0-0
Toc Darkon - Loss 0-0
A Wizard in Foxtail Park - Loss 0-0
Dr. Timothy - Loss 0-0
The Semi-Rational Penguin - Loss 9-27
Arick Huebris - Win 14-4
Kris Falcon: Security Consultant - Loss 11-23
Rose Wendell & the Greatcoat - Loss 6-18

You think I'm crazy? You think I wanted it this way? No one ever told me to be a hero. These decisions were never made by anyone, they just happened. Circumstance, destiny, unluckiness, call it what you will but I know I was chosen and I'm not backing down. There's a war out there. It's on the streets, in our homes, in the city, in our hearts. New fires burn within me. They course through my veins, into my finger tips. The fire relfects in my eye, the rage has become passion. The hatred moulded into purpose. Everyone can't be a soldier, but those who can must be. Guys like me, gifted or cursed, however you like to call it, must take up arms and fight for the innocent. It's not a pastime, not a hobby and it's certainly not some fantasy or perversion. It's just my resposibility. The obligation to use my abilities to help the less fortunate. The battle rages on wheteher I am raised to victory or show down in defeat. However I will promise this. Some day, the war will end.


Personality: Equal parts nobility and selflessness with impatience and temperment Tommy is like a loaded gun ready to go off. His bravery is only matched by his stubborness and he's willing to uphold his strong ideals on justice even it takes his life.




Standard Normal human strength.Agility:


Standard Normal human agility.


Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:


Standard Normal human mental resources.

A Thousand Ways

A thousand ways. A thousand ways to strike a blow. A thousand ways to combine my punches. A thousand ways to throw you to the ground. There's a thousand ways to make a man feel the greatest pain in the world and a thousand ways to kill him with your bare hands. A thousand ways to strike with a kick, nullify an opponent, stun them, break them, hurt them, make them cry, make them see red, make them bleed, make them pay. There's a thousand ways in the art of combat, and I know them all.

Cry from the Heavens

  • Power: Damage Shield
  • Level:Supreme
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
Injustice. You can ignore or you can fight it. Not everyone can though, I can understand that. The inner fire doesn't burn inside everyone but I do know it burns within me. Justice. Something we all seek and desire yet we're too afraid to reach out and grab. Someone needs to come by and give everyone that hard shove to attain it. Criminals. They take our freedom for granted. They're the irresponsible who don't realize our very humanity can be snatched away from us in a second. Heroes. They keep the peace. Maintain the balance. That's what I do. I wouldn't have it any other way.


Failure. It's not a road block but a lesson. Losing. It's the only way to learn. We can't win all the battles we fight. At the same time we can't take the losses so hard either. You train, you make yourself better and you get back up and fight again. You learn to move faster, you learn to dodge quicker. Your fists become a blur of motion. Your kicks are felt and not seen. Soo you quickly learn the art of combat. The lesson is simple, sometimes speed can over come strength. Sometimes force can overcome might. Sometimes the underdog does win one.

Son of Man

When there's blood pouring down your face and the metallic flavour lingers in your mouth that's when you know you got to do something. Something drastic, something big. That's when you have to pull something out of your ass and hope for the best. That's when you become a human hi-light reel. The best stuff you can achieve is done when you absolutely need to. Even when they're kicking sand in your face. Even when it looks like nothing can be done at all. When they're laughting at you, telling you to give up that's when you grit your teeth and take it like a man. Because no one can defeat you at that point, no matter how dizzy you may feel, how weak your arms are or how broken your soul is. As long as you keep fighting you will always win. I know I always win.

Can't Stop Cos I'm In Too Deep

It doesn't matter if you break my bones. It doesn't matter if I'm wailing in pain. If my muscles burn from the strain. It doesn't matter if you kick me down again, spit on me, call me a dog. The will to fight, the heart of the warrior beats like a pounding war cry in my chest. It doesn't matter if you kill my family, my loves, my body because I'll always bring the fight to you. I'm a whirlwind ready to knock you down, prove you wrong. Your comments, your actions, they're only gasoline that fuels my burning desire, the feeling I get when I beat the likes of you down onto the ashphalt. The smile on my face that grows as I watch you lay in the gutter. Do what you want because it doesn't matter, none of it matters, except the fact that I'm going to tear you limb from limb. I can't stop now. I will not stop now. I'm going too fast to ever stop this.