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The Article

Page history last edited by PBworks 15 years, 7 months ago
 

THE ARTICLE

 

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Real Name: The Article

Aliases: News Wonder

Identity: N/A

Occupation: None

Citizenship: US

Place of Birth: FL

Group Affiliation: Too unpredictable for any team to want.

Catch Phrase: "You're old news"

Height: 6'

Eyes: Covered

Hair: Covered

 

 

History:

 

His name was Robert Bixby, and he was a small time Detective.  He was a great detective, but with all the Super Heroes out there willing to solve the major crimes for free, it didn't really give him a chance to fully utilize his own potential.  So he was stuck with the small stuff, mostly cheating spouses, false workers comp claims, and the like.

 

He made a decent living at it, and he had a good life with his wife, Maria.  But he was never quite happy with his work.  Most days consisted of sitting in his car waiting on things to happen.  He used this time to read the local paper, along with papers from nearby cities; he spent a lot of time waiting.  There were plenty of times he could piece crimes together just by reading the newspaper, but the police were unwilling to pay for his help.  Unless it was something that could endanger lives he’d just let them deal with it.

 

 

Though everything changed for him one night, while he was tailing a man whose wife suspected him of cheating.  It was the usual he was staying late “for work”, constantly going on “business trips”, even though he could never be reached when she tried to get a hold of him.  So it was a simple matter of following him till he could get some incriminating photos.

 

The man finally came to a stop outside of what looked to be an abandoned building.  This was odd, but not the first time he would have caught a cheating husband go to such a place.  At first he tried finding a shot through the windows, but they had all been darkened from the inside, and not to long ago from the looks of it.  So he found a back entrance and quietly snuck in.

  

Upon entering the building he was startled to find gold and what looked to be treasures from all over the world.  Some of it looked like the stuff of museums, but still new.  This definitely wasn’t his usual kind of case.  He snapped a few photos and was about to sneak back out when someone came from behind him and hit him over the head.

 

When he finally came to he found himself tied to a chair.  His gun and the rest of the stuff were all sitting on a nearby table out of reach.  The man he had been following, Mike Thompson, stepped out of the shadows wearing an all black costume, complete with a mask covering just around his eyes and a black beanie.  The front of his shirt had a giant clock on it, and he was wearing some sort of high tech looking device on his wrist.

 

“It seems that little wife of mine has gotten you in trouble.  I read your little notepad, it’s funny, she thinks I’m cheating on her”, he said with a grin.

  

“What’s going on here?  And what’s with the strange cloths Mr. Thompson”

  

“First of all, the name’s Time Bandit.  And what’s going on here is that I’ve been using a time machine that a future version of myself brought back to me.  It seems that at some point my company finally builds a working model, only I get to reap the benefits from it now.  And pretty soon I will have all the riches I need to retire quite comfortably.  You know, one of the things the future me told me to do was to always make sure to have a destination entered in and to always make sure I wear my Digital Retriever before entering the device I’ve been kind of curious to see what would happen if I push someone into the time portal with no destination in place.  And seeing as how you’re here I think it’s time for my curiosity to be satisfied.”

  

“You can’t do this.  You’re wife knows I’m following you tonight, you’ll never get away with it.”

  

“Oh you’d be amazed at what you can get away with when you can travel through time.  All I have to do is travel back earlier in the night and go home to my wife, the perfect alibi.”

  

Rob struggled with all his might to get free, as the Time Bandit went behind him and punched something into a control panel connected to a device that looked like a door way located right behind our helpless detective.  As the device powered on the room was bath in an eerie glow.

  

“So long detective”, the Time Bandit said as he kicked the chair backwards into the portal.

  

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As he fell back his thoughts went to his wife, ‘I’m sorry’ was his last thought before falling in.

  

The second he was pushed into the portal he was instantly spread across all of time, and space, including branching time lines.  He was instantaneously every where, and yet no where at the same time.  This was too much for any mere human to be able to handle, and in an effort to stop it his mind lashed out into his own past.  And in a desperate effort to just make it stop he prevented himself from ever being born.

  

It worked, but not the way he had hoped.  He came crashing backwards still in his chair onto hard the floor.  Only now he was out in the open air, the building around him not much more then a skeleton of its former self.  The fall backwards had loosened the ropes enough so that he was able to wiggle his way free.

  

He got up to examine his surroundings, unsure of where he was, or how even got there.  And then suddenly he felt a cold empty feeling in his stomach as it dawned on him, he didn’t even know who he was.  He tried searching his coat and pockets for some hint at his identity but came up with nothing, not even lint.  After a bit of searching through the ruins of this clearly old building he found an old dirty mirror.  As he wiped it clean he could clearly see his face, and it wasn’t someone he even remotely recognized.  He threw the mirror away in disgust, unable to stand the site of the stranger staring at him.

  

He finally made his way out of the building and out into the surrounding city.  The city looked much the same as the building he had ‘woke?’ up in.  He wasn’t sure if he had even been asleep.  From the looks of things a major battle had once been fought here, but the damage didn’t look to be the kind caused by mire weapons of war.  The city was now long since deserted, with no signs of life any where.

 

As he walked about searching for life he came upon an old newspaper vending machine.  The news paper in the front read “IT’S NOT TOO LATE FOR CHANGE”, which was all he could read the rest was cut off.  He tried building the door open, but even though it was well aged the lock held.  Without thinking about it he reached into his coat and pulled out change.  It briefly came to him that there was no change before when he had searched, but the thought left about as fast as it had come to mind.  He put the change in and opened the door with no trouble.  But as soon as he did the ancient newspaper crumbled to dust and was blown away before he could read any more.

 

It was by this time he noticed it was starting to get dark.  Though he hadn’t seen anyone he didn’t want to be caught out in the dark in this strange world.  It took a bit of searching, but he finally found what looked to be an old hospital of sorts still in good condition.  All of the mattresses had by now turned to dust, so he settled for sleeping curled up in his coat in one of the rooms.  He made sure to lock the door just incase, no telling what might be out there in the dark.

 

As he lay there unable to sleep, he thought about how bad it had all looked.  And though it was too late for him to do anything, he was going to get to the bottom of what happened.  He also hoped to figure out just who he was, and how was it he was the only man in this city.  Things just didn’t seem right.

 

As he slept, the subconscious part of his mind came into action.  The part of him that knew who he was, that could handle what he had seen, the part of him that was still connected to all of time and space and could provide the tools that would be needed in the times ahead.  The man once known as Robert Bixby had seen enough, and though he would think this world had just been a dream, it would be enough of a memory to help drive him to do the things he must do.  For in order to save the world from this path he would have to do things that are not so heroic, and at times he would be considered a villain.  But there would be other times that he would serve as a hero to the people, and some would come to praise his name.

 

For now though he sleeps as he’s sent backwards in time to our present day.  For soon it will be time for him to wake up, soon it will be time for him to be The Article.

 

 

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

Powers / Equipment:

 

Quatum Sight- Can see into the future, along with alternate Furtures.

 

Reality Manipulation- Manifests itself in the form of a new power with every article he gets.  He loses his old power when he gets a new article/power.

 

Temporal Reconstruction- This ability makes it so that if he were to be killed or suffer any life threathening injuries they would disappear like it never happened.  However minor cuts, bruises, burns, etc will heal at normal rates.  This ability even extends to his cloths.  So that if for instance he was shot, even the bullet hole in his cloths would return to the way they were.

 

Weaknesses:

 

Though he can't be killed, he can be hurt the same as any ordinary human can be.  Unless he obtains a particular power like Invulnerablity, stone skin, etc.

 

Extra Info:

Though his mind is normaly blank to telepaths, if a stronger then normal mentalist can get to him while he's uncoucious they can enter his mind.  But what they find there could be very startling.

 

When ever he recovers from a life threanthening attack he will assume that it never took place.  Like if he was thrown off a building he would get up like nothing happened, and wouldn't have any clue how he got down there.

 

Character Rights:

The creator of this character retains all rights to the character's name, image, likeness, costume design, and background story.

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