Well then...
Lincoln Memorial is... well, he's Lincoln.![[Image: smile.gif]](http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/images/emoticons/smile.gif)
Mad phat political and speeching skillz, though he's not allowed to run for office as part of the arrangement that let him come down here. Not a general per se, but he has a good eye for competent commanders (and sees absolutely nothing wrong with the Legendary command structure as it stands). Can usually work out the immediate and long-term political effects of major team/military actions (a big strike on the Rogue Isles, say), and will offer his advice if necessary.
Also, if you need some fence rails split, Abe's your man.
Mindlord Rissvar: Scientist specializing in quantum physics. Almost as creative and experimental as your average real-world human physicist, which makes the ultra-conservative Lizards view him as an insane genius. Decent people skills when dealing with the Race, and his telepathic powers give him a leg up among humans -- he can actually sense their thought processes, disgusting though they are. This may be having unforeseen effects on his own mind. A ginger addict, and has discovered that consumption genuinely improves his psi abilities -- his Domination is triggered by chugging a bottle of ginger beer.
Warlock Wolf (who I want to bring into the Legendary once the current membership issues deflate a bit) is, here as in the SME version, a Mu-descended wizard dedicated to policing the use of magic; the Hellions, the Circle, and the Carnival of Shadows are his primary targets in Paragon City. He has extensive experience in the field of aiding magical girls (having spent the last few years in Japan, working with ... well, You Know Who...) but doesn't consider himself a "guardian" or "kamen" so much as an advisor and technician. His brand of magic is not well suited for combat, though he's adapted some energy-draining techniques as a form of defense; his real expertise is as an arcane safecracker. Mike can, given time, completely overwhelm and even co-opt almost any security system, tech or mystic.
He's a decent guitar player (nothing to write home about), a poetry aficionado though not himself a poet (he has somehow managed to commit to memory absolutely every poem ever published in any language), an arcane auto mechanic (if you want a magical hovercar or souped-up bike, ask Mike), and an incorrigible punster. His weak spots are cooking (Akane-level) and karaoke (he will deliberately inflict untold horrors on the audience -- his favorite ploy is to sing "Where the Streets have No Name" in a Peter Lorre/Ren Hoek voice: "I want to -- REEEECH OUT! and TOUCH ze FLAME -- touch it, Reeck, TOUCH IT!").
--Sam
"Next time, may it bloom in the good way."
Lincoln Memorial is... well, he's Lincoln.
Mad phat political and speeching skillz, though he's not allowed to run for office as part of the arrangement that let him come down here. Not a general per se, but he has a good eye for competent commanders (and sees absolutely nothing wrong with the Legendary command structure as it stands). Can usually work out the immediate and long-term political effects of major team/military actions (a big strike on the Rogue Isles, say), and will offer his advice if necessary.Also, if you need some fence rails split, Abe's your man.
Mindlord Rissvar: Scientist specializing in quantum physics. Almost as creative and experimental as your average real-world human physicist, which makes the ultra-conservative Lizards view him as an insane genius. Decent people skills when dealing with the Race, and his telepathic powers give him a leg up among humans -- he can actually sense their thought processes, disgusting though they are. This may be having unforeseen effects on his own mind. A ginger addict, and has discovered that consumption genuinely improves his psi abilities -- his Domination is triggered by chugging a bottle of ginger beer.
Warlock Wolf (who I want to bring into the Legendary once the current membership issues deflate a bit) is, here as in the SME version, a Mu-descended wizard dedicated to policing the use of magic; the Hellions, the Circle, and the Carnival of Shadows are his primary targets in Paragon City. He has extensive experience in the field of aiding magical girls (having spent the last few years in Japan, working with ... well, You Know Who...) but doesn't consider himself a "guardian" or "kamen" so much as an advisor and technician. His brand of magic is not well suited for combat, though he's adapted some energy-draining techniques as a form of defense; his real expertise is as an arcane safecracker. Mike can, given time, completely overwhelm and even co-opt almost any security system, tech or mystic.
He's a decent guitar player (nothing to write home about), a poetry aficionado though not himself a poet (he has somehow managed to commit to memory absolutely every poem ever published in any language), an arcane auto mechanic (if you want a magical hovercar or souped-up bike, ask Mike), and an incorrigible punster. His weak spots are cooking (Akane-level) and karaoke (he will deliberately inflict untold horrors on the audience -- his favorite ploy is to sing "Where the Streets have No Name" in a Peter Lorre/Ren Hoek voice: "I want to -- REEEECH OUT! and TOUCH ze FLAME -- touch it, Reeck, TOUCH IT!").
--Sam
"Next time, may it bloom in the good way."