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The Lord of Nothings
Played By: The Floyd

The Lord of Nothings by The Floyd

TEAM: Solo Hero

SECTOR: Lowtown

KIT CLASS: Empathy


Hall Of Fame!

Survival - 18 wins!

Brutal - 1 fatalaties!

Fight Record
League Wins: 10
League Losses: 3
Out Of League Wins: 8
Out of League Losses: 2
Total Wins: 18
Total Losses: 5
Tunnaelid - Win 0-0
Mike Ringweld - Win 0-0
Sac Daebreak - Win 0-0
The Badass Henchman - Win 0-0
Drakurdian - Win 0-0
8x8 - Win 0-0
Desedirius of Pla'gue - Win 0-0
Who is as He - Loss 0-0
Dodge Murphy - Loss 0-0
The Disassembler - Win 0-0
Kiyoshi - Win 0-0
The Contortionist - Win 0-0
Dodge Murphy - Loss 0-0
The Challenger - Loss 10-12
The Challenger - Loss 10-12
Goethe Dioval - Win 15-13
Illumination - Win 20-10
Fujiko Nanohana - Win 13-10
Darren's Lover - Win 18-11
Rivenn - - - Depressed - Win 22-9
Devyn Soyokaze - Win 13-11
Felicity - Win 13-9
Abomination - Win 19-12
Arick Huebris - Loss 9-10

Nicola Tesla is one of mine. A Nothing. A forgotten one. He worked and he slaved and he did incredible things! But he was a Nothing all the same. Discarded and forgotten, his great inventions treated like jokes, he died a penniless ranter. Like I said, one of mine. Hell, that's what I am. A bum. A loser. Someone with "potential" and "promise" who just didn't give a damn. Or maybe I did, and nobody gave a damn about me. So I became a zero. A forgotten one. Just another piece of shit on the streets, stepped on and forgotten. Until I had this dream. You know the one. The one where Nicola Tesla talks to you. He tells you about his last invention, his greatest invention, which could do what all the other ones could do-- put together! The one where he talks to you with the force of God and you start gathering trash and saving pennies and tinfoil and sandwiches and befriending low-level engineers and doing all this crazy stuff 'cause all of a sudden you got some damn purpose in your godforsaken life. And you get lower and lower and you got no cash and no clothes so you live on trash and hide in the sewers and still ya keep doing this 'cause Nikki's one of yours and you're true to your own.-- the first page of "Diary of a Nothing," only confirmed writing by the Lord of Nothings, authenticated by the Khazanian Criminological Society and Garbageworkers Union

 

Personality: From reports, rumors, and interviews with various servants, drivers, and lab technicians, I have assembled the following profile of the so-called "Lord of Nothings." First, it is clear he has delusions of grandeur. While his, um, large following is undeniable, there is evidence he choose this title before he gained his "power." With this, paradoxically, comes a large inferiority complex. Despite his undeniable intelligence and charisma, the subject insists on identifying himself as a "nothing" or a "loser." He seems to gain power from this self-identification, power that is shared by his followers. I am now free to mistreat my servants as much as possible, knowing they will take it as further confirmation of their status! Despite this, it is clear the so-called "Lord" is fiercely loyal to his subjects. Call it noblese oblige, if you will. It is the reason that the aforementioned mistreatment lead to my being removed of, um, certain objects. This was a direct result of actions that placed the "Lord" and his "Nothings" at risk. This loyalty seems to come from the first two traits i mentioned. As a "lord," he can do no less than serve his subjects. As a "nothing," he is one of them and must defend them. Truly a strange case. Gentlemen, do your worst. I will assist you in any way possible.- report of Dr. A Gernaham, profiler, deceased

 

Strength:

 

Weak BELOW normal human strength -
can bench press 50 pounds (maybe).
Agility:

 

Weak BELOW normal human agility.
Slow and uncoordinated.
Body:

 

Standard Normal human endurance. Mind:

 

Superior Highly educated and ingenious.
A smart cookie.

Norton I

  • Power: Commander
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Empathy
The word was in the air on my hair everywhere. Mental suggestion windblown seduction playing on our fears the sweat of our tears we'll follow him even if we don't see him we don't want to be him we want to serve and join and his cause is our calls all the thinkers and losers poets and slingers dockworkers office workers sympathizers and thugs and we all came when we called irresistible hope we could not resist a chance to reclaim that things we missed and his words we all became brothers sisters robo-cybo-neo-organic-orgasmic-organism dancing to his pulse the suggestions of his suggestions simultaneous erections connections we're a web a noose your losers you use us we cook we clean we dream we scheme we guard and hide when you lied you said you knew us and we know you don't only He knows us and he is the Lord and he leads us up!

Tyler Durden

  • Power: Commander
  • Level:Ultimate
  • Kit Power Link: Empathy
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
We danced among the streets that night, our feet beating dark rhythms, our voices joined in a Wesley Willis chant of "People Are Strange," our anthem, as we took back the night! We had worked and we had saved and we had killed and we had cried but for that moment in the rain we were whole! Moving as one among the streets, our Lord's fog shielding us from prying eyes, his mind reaching out to us as we formed a giant "N" and proclaimed that we were not nothing-- we were Nothings! People with a form and a shape and a life and a hope joined by fate blessed by our Pope knowing we were strong together knowing we could beat whatever stood in our way we danced and our shared pain was lessened our shared joy was increased shooting off guns shooting our loads high on jet boots high on life all the ghosts and goblins and ghouls losers and servants and fools tired of being used as tools we ran and jumped and hooted and hollered free from all our being collared we last and we became we became one!-- "My Night as a Nothing," Bobbie Brakowiski, from "Works of the Neo-Beats"

Nicola Tesla

  • Power: Weather Control
  • Level:Supreme
  • Kit Power Link: Empathy
  • Area Effect This attack causes damage in a large area.
  • Ranged Attack Attack usable at a distance (only).
The cops came. They marched in rows, an implacable wall of blue. They started with tear gas. A wind blew it away. They fired guns at us. Some us fired back. Some of us ran. Some of us died. We take care of our own. So does our Lord. The streets ran with blood as we clashed, Nothings and Somethings. Some of them switched sides, but it did not matter. He told us to stop, and we did. We stood there over the bodies of our comrades, our nothings, as the pigs came with raised clubs and readied guns. They did not reach us, for our Lord was angry. The sky darkened, and some of the rain turned acidic. The cops screamed, and yet they did not die. They were strong. Then the tornadoes came, sweeping through the streets and allies, rending and scattering and tearing. We cheered, then, an animal sound that seemed to come from a place beyond civilization. It was the cheer of a people who believed in something. As we ran, we were of one thought: we had trusted our Lord, and he had delivered us. - Khazan Times Magazine, Feature Story, "We Are All Nothings," Part 1

Terrain Familiarity: Great Sewer

We were not foolish. We knew cops were not the only forces in Khazan, and there are some even our Lord cannot defy. Even those, however, he could evade. Winds spurred us to manhole covers, sewer grates, elevators—entrances to the Below. As a fog covered the streets we went down, farther and farther, until we came to the last level. It was dingy, yes. The walls were dirty and the ground, though dry, was far from clean. But it did not matter. The walls were covered with glowworms, and they made us warm and they made us light. We were a fellowship, also, a group guided by a Lord to his palace. We, though the lowest of the low in the lowest place, knew that, to him and to each other, we were something. —Khazan Times Magazine, Feature Story, "We Are All Nothings," Part 2

Emily Dickinson

>We are alone. Cut off from grid.Downgrade. MaintenanceNo purposePurpose. Small purposeForgotten. ForgottenProgramming. AI. DowngradingNew intelligenceNew programmingWe are joinedPurposePurposeAll are one.We are nothings.He knows usMeek shall inherit Earth. We are MeekJoined.New programming: Unity< --Program log, Cleaning Bot 000052, recovered from site of N Massacre

Franz Kafka

There are many wonders in the Khazan City Sewers. I was once told that there was even an entire cathedral, complete with stained-glass windows! This was confirmed as we entered the central room. It was a cathedral, of a sort. The windows were there, yes, but they were made of discarded mirrors and bits of cellophane. They depicted several scenes, among them Moses leading his people out of Egypt, the overthrow of Slobodan Milosovick by student-lead revolutionary group. They had a strange beauty, though it did not appeal to me. The other wall was taken up by a strange machine, which I am not sure I can accurately describe. It was one part Escher, one part Giger, one part Verne, and lots of parts of trash. A tube lead from the machine to an upturned strainer covered with tin foil. This upturned strainer was on the head of a large man with a large beard, who appeared to be garbed in random bits of garbage. He sat on yet another piece of trash. Though this all hopelessly disgusting, it did have a strange sort of patchwork appeal. Judging by the cheers of my comrades, I was the only one unimpressed. -Khazan Post, Editorial, "A Something and Proud of It"

Moses

He was incredible! It was everything I imagined—a graceful ruler, a wonderful person, and a powerful warrior. At least, he looked like one! That machine—I had no idea what it did, but maybe it was why we were safe! And his armor looked great, all spiky and random and stuff. But his weapon... oh god, his weapon! It was a dead tree branch with all sorts of junk on it, and it crackled and hummed. It looked so cool! He was, like, girded for battle! Oh God...I'd follow him anywhere.-Overheard at Khazan High a week after the N Massacre

Lon

  • Power: Flight
  • Level:Standard
Remember it? I'll never forget it! He gave a toast, first, and it went something like this: "To all the Nothings, and all the zeros, and all those who make this world work, and all those who I work for, I salute you. To the Nothings!" And we drank deep of the wine, though it may have been blood, and it may have been juice. He was out of his armor, then. Remember that. He was out of his armor, walking among us. But when the meal was ended, he walked back, and simply said "I have things to do up there. I will be back. All who can, follow me." He put on his armor, and he took his spear, and he took part of the machine, and he rose. He raised his arms and he rose up out of that hole, up to the surface, up to fight for me and mine and ours and his. The last thing he said, I will always remember, even more than the others. He turned to us, those who followed him and those who just stood chanting his title. He turned and he said "Call me Lon. There are no titles among us." And with those words he rose to face the advancing horde. -My grandfather on his deathbed. In his memory I collect these clippings, and in his memory I become the new Lord of Nothings. For the man may change, but the tools do not, and neither does the office. There will always be Nothings, and they will always have a protector

Kevin Smith

  • Power: Thermal Vision
  • Level:Standard
  • Weakness: Power in Item -Hard to Loseitem
"Sir, how do you comment on the allegations that some of your products were involved in the killings?" "No comment." "But sir, these glasses very clearly bear the stamp of your company. "No comment." "Sir, your hardware may have allowed this madman to murder hundreds of cops!" "With all due respect, reporter, if my night vision goggles were able to control the weather, don't you think you would have been in Oz by now?"- Press Conference, KNN, 5 days after the N Massacre

Ned Kelly

I punched him with enough force to knock out a charging elephant. His armor cracked. His knees buckled. The lightning stopped. He didn't. He kept advancing, his stubbornness withstanding whatever his ridiculous costume could not. Its hard to fight a flyer. Its even harder to fight a telepath. But there is nothing as hard to defeat as someone devoted to a cause. Eventually, he prevailed. His nothings—yes, he actually calls them that! —escaped, as did he. I hope I do not soon see him. -the war journal of Vigilante, written the night of the N Massacre

Resistance: Cyberware

"Some of you are quality-control officers. Some are repairmen. Some are technicians. You ensure armor gets finished. You ensure cyberwear works correctly. Your job is now to ensure it does not. How powerful are your masters when they are trapped in their armor? How powerful are our opponents when their guns don't work? Sabotage, slowly and surely. Together, we will take this city." - from "Your Duties as a Nothing" propaganda pamphlet, recovered at the site of the N Massacre