Make a supervillain!

[theweaselking]

Make a supervillain who doesn't exist, but should!

I'll start:

Dressed in an old (and hand-made) US Army uniform, he proudly serves his country in the only way they'll let him, due to prejudices over him not being the right "colour" to be a hero. A victim of systematic oppression because of his race, he has risen above this to join the great resistance against the evil authoritarian government menace.

That's his story, anyway. Everyone else knows the real reason the heroes would never have anything to do with him is that he's a cannibal minotaur.

I call him "Buffalo Soldier""

Comments

[blake-reitz.livejournal.com]

Once he was on top of the world. He would manipulate cars, office walls, plates, and computers. With his complete control over all things beige, there was nothing that could stand against "The Beigemaster." Until the mid-90s or so.

[theweaselking.livejournal.com]

So, you took The Green Lantern and tried to make him somehow suck more?

[blake-reitz.livejournal.com]

It was just a matter of which color would be even worse.

[lafinjack.livejournal.com]

Should have called him the Taupenator.

[faeriemuriel.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure what's happening in your icon because I'm obviously blind.

[ianhess.livejournal.com]

Once a motivational speaker for high powered corporations, this vile villain was cursed by a demon for his overly buzzword compliant blather. Thus, the Synergist was born, a being with the power to increase the powers of others, but who, twisted by his curse and his rage, only used his powers for evil.

[krfsm.livejournal.com]

An officer involved in the Manhattan Project, he was at the site of the Trinity test when the bomb was detonated - some have speculated that this was a suicide attempt - and the radiation changed him utterly, body and mind. When the military arrived to investigate the results of the first nuclear device, they found the first nuclear-powered super... Adam Bomb.

Don't call him little.

[lafinjack.livejournal.com]

It starts on the edge of your hearing... barely there, like the start of a toothache. It slowly rises, filling your head. The mind-numbing keening fills the air. You know you've been screaming - only because your throat is raw. You watch those around you claw at their ears, writhing in pain. You notice you've been doing the same. Blood-matted hair and scraps of skin are clutched in your hands, but still it drones on...

...until you finally see Mr. Teapot come into view. But who will tip him over and spill him out?

[skiriki.livejournal.com]

Despite his name, Earworm does not plunder this one vulnerable orifice for his pleasure. No, his brand of villainhood is more insiduous, and in the end you'll wish he had diddled with your ear canal instead. He's a scruffy man in even scruffier trenchcoat, a balding grey sad figure lurking at the edges of physical movers and shakers, and yet people fear him for what he is.

With nothing but a single mellow look, a faint apologizing smile, his mental powers make your mind repeat a song over and over again: that annoying commercial jingle you loathe, that bubblegum-laden happy-go-lucky girl/boyband song, the dark passion of symphonies and unbearable lightness of being of elevator music.

People are known to flee, rather than endure the horror of his stare; is it because he also hears the sound in his mind, or is he truly sorry about the terror of the neverending music he's about to loop in your head for days? What motivates him to do these horrors to people? But above all...

Are you hero enough to face the music?

[plotbunny-tiff.livejournal.com]

Ok, that was *amazing*. It actually made me laugh and made my skin crawl.

[thridless.livejournal.com]

Dwayne Donaldson was up late one night, working for a medical research laboratory that specialized in gastrointestinal disorders. He was working on a biological cure for constipation- a microbe that loosens stool to a comfortable level, without causing diarrhea. However...
Something... went WRONG.
Accidentally exposed to the microbe, Dwayne found that it gave him powers beyond imagination... Namely, the power to simultaneously cause constipation and hemorrhoids in anyone he wished AT WILL. Realizing the potential for abuse (and always being a lover of mayhem at heart), Dwayne began an interstate crime spree, wearing a mask and calling himself...
THE CRIMSON CONSTIPATION!!!

[captainweasel.livejournal.com]

Alan Average is a small minded petty man with a small and petty life driven by a massive internal rage at everyone and everything - until ALIENS from the Hth DIMENSION visited him and granted him the power to alter matter with his MIND!!!
Now he uses his powers to strike FEAR into any who cross him - for, just by focusing his powers of ExtraDimensional HATE on a person, he can cause a LONG JAGGED SCRATCH IN THE PAINTWORK OF THEIR CAR...

He is CAPTAIN KEYS