V.e.r.m.i.n.

[Akamaz]

V.E.R.M.I.N stands for Very Evil Really Maniacal Incredible mnuisances (or something like that)

Basically i'm starting the basis for a mutant animal SG for CoV. the main idea is "Destroy all Humans!" this amazingly well thought out idea was created by Skitterleap, a Mutant Lab rat.

the only requirement for entry is that you be a mutant animal and that you hate humans for what they've done (messing up the enviornment making pesticides what have you) and be willing to do something about it!

post your mutant animals who want vengeance!

[Bari Jon]

Pinky : " Gee, Brain what do you want to do tonight?"
Brain : "The same thing we do every night Pinky. Try to take over the world!"


Cool idea, Maz... I will do some research in my lab... :D

[Akamaz]

that's the idea, pinky and the brain, except wanting to do some "population control" hunting of humans

[Akamaz]

but don't eat the humans... they're chock full of poisons... or at least they are when i'm done with them... did you know that you're not supposed to eat green potatoes cause that's where the bestest part is... the neurotoxin....

[Akamaz]

c'mon... someone besides me and Bari Jon want to be evil mutant animals!

[Druid]

Whiptail is interested, bit Whiptail shall wait till he is back in the comfort of his own home to pass further judgement. (In London, be back to the states on Friday)

[Akamaz]

great! that would make 3 of us... c'mon! we need more Lab Animals! (hopefully someone who would get into beta early so that the villain group would'nt get taken)

[Akamaz]

The Basics
Villain Name: Skitterleap
Real Name: Experimental Lab Animal 35472
Identity: secret
Aliases / Nicknames: Psycho Rat Boy (not usually to his face)
Occupation:Ecoterrorist
Age:7
Place of Birth: The "Shiny Place" (a Crey Lab)
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives:none
Group Affiliations & Contacts:V.E.R.M.I.N. (an ecoterrorist group of escaped intelligent lab animals intent on destroying their creator.. man

Skills & Powers
Super Powers: Super Agility, Wall Crawling, Prehensile tail and Teleportation.

Weapons Carried: a trio of fighting knives, one in each hand, and one in his tail. Also has big sharp nasty pointy Rat teeth.
Explanation of Powers:he's a Rat-man hybrid with a personal transporter device who was accidently created when testing out a new growth hormone.
Other Skills or Abilities: Very Stealthy
Special Limitations and Weaknesses:
Megalomania- Utterly Fearless (he also has no concept of the emotion "Fear" he fights til the end, even when running away would suit his survival better)

Physical Synopsis
Height: 4'11"
Weight: 135 lbs
Build: skinny athletic
Eye Color:Red
Hair Color: Brown Fur
Race/Ethnicity: Rat-Thing
Physical Description: a humanoid rat

Mental Synopsis
Overall personality: Megalomaniac with an aggression disorder directed towards humans
Likes: Eplosions, random acts of destruction (he has a piece of metal he carries around just so if he feels like "Keying" a car, he has something to do it efficiently)
Dislikes: Order and Humans
Personal History: (in the works)
onelast thing, here's an eample of how he talks when he get's angry (his command of english and grammer starts to go right out the window when in full "rabid Froth" mode)

und one day thee homangs weel all dieeeee cause we rats have fiting spit..err spirit! aND OnE DAY We ViLL ROOL THE WERLD! Squeek SQUEEK! SQUEEEEK!

[thebluecanary]

Oooo I like the idea. I just have to think of something.... hmmmm evil.... think evil.... I'll have to get back to you on that one.

[Akamaz]

great! that would make 4. we need to get some of the folks who are sure to get into CoV beta Early....

[thebluecanary]

great! that would make 4. we need to get some of the folks who are sure to get into CoV beta Early....

I've been a CoH user from day one, even got into that beta (not just the everyone beta).

Mustela will try and become a member of V.E.R.M.I.N. I have no idea about his origin, maybe he doesn't know. I just hope I can get a nice thin long body type. Have to pull out my old TMNT RPG books for ideas. =)

[Akamaz]

whohoo! feel free if you're the first membe to make it to "villain group" level, feel free to grab the name for us! that would be so great!

[thebluecanary]

whohoo! feel free if you're the first membe to make it to "villain group" level, feel free to grab the name for us! that would be so great!

Will do. I still need to come up with a cool background. I know he will be a stalker, sneeky sneeky. After all he is a weasle.

[thebluecanary]

Identity: Mustela
Real Name: Experimental Lab Animal 42069
Aliases / Nicknames: Weasel
Occupation: Ecoterrorist
Age: 3
Place of Birth: Crey Labs
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: 4 Litter Mates, Status Unknown.
Group Affiliations & Contacts: V.E.R.M.I.N. (an ecoterrorist group of escaped intelligent lab animals’ intent on destroying their creator... man)

Skills & Powers
Super Powers: Super Agility, Super Metabolism, Super Speed, Stealth, and Bio-Mechanical Implants.

Weapons Carried: Natural Claws, Metal Capped Fangs, and Bio-Mechanical Weapons.

Explanation of Powers: Because the Government does not allow the testing of new Bio-Mechanical implants on people, Crey Labs bio-engineered several types of humanoid animals for testing. Because weasels have such a high metabolism they are a great choice for testing out some of the more radical designs. The body would be able to quickly adapt to the implants. The enzyme that the 'subject' creates could then be extracted, and used to help prevent humans from organs, and bio-replacement failure. Mustela was fitted with many implants, and bio-replacement organs.

Other Skills or Abilities: Very Stealthy

Special Limitations and Weaknesses: Very low attention span.

Physical Synopsis
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 lbs
Build: skinny athletic
Eye Color: Yellow / Replaced Mechanical Eye
Hair Color: Brown Fur & Grey
Race/Ethnicity: Weasel
Physical Description: A Humanoid Weasel with several Bio-Mechanical replacements. Replaced Arm, Eye, and Tail.

Mental Synopsis
Overall personality: Everything is a game to Mustela. His attitude is that of an immature child. Dislikes Humans.

Likes: Speed. Excitement. Anything to get his 'Fix'
Dislikes: Humans, and those who try and stop his 'Fun'
Personal History: ....


PS: I just did a lookup on the internet, and found out that Mustela is also the name of a baby skin care company. What a BAD name for a company.

[Akamaz]

heh we'll be looking forward to meeting him in game TBC and thin wee kan look forward to te- the day that RODENTZ RULE THE WERLD!

also just a friendly reminder, we are still recruiting for CoV so feel free to sign up!!!

[Akamaz]

And as an aside, here is a little sotry about the founder, written By Gabriels Fury

Name: Skitterleap
AT: Stalker
Primary: Katana/Sword/Anything he can find in the garage
Secondary: Regeneration

Background

“Jesus…” Tony swore, chewing slowing on his gum as he sat on a stool facing the bars of the station’s small holding cell. “Is there a reason we’re not just shooting this thing?

Andy walked behind him covering an evil wound on his wrist with gauze and shooting a nasty glare at the cell’s lone occupant. “Hell if I know…” he growled, pulling off a section of tape with his teeth as his lips curled in disgust. “Dawn Patrol science guys want a look at him, and according to the video it’s supposed to be intelligent.” He looked doubtful.

“Should we stop him?” Tony asked, talking to Andy behind him without taking his eyes of the spectacle in the cage.

“Naw….let him kill himself it that’s what he wants.” Andy answered flatly, more than a little bitter about the bite wound he was nursing.

In the cell, the heavily muscled rat headed creature’s almost human eyes shone brightly with an eerie red light as he beat his head into the floor. <Crack> <Crack> <Crack>

“We the three the king of sprees the trees they bleed when me’s we feed…” he chanted over and over, slamming the side of his head into the concrete to keep time.

Andy wandered out into the central office leaving Tony watching in morbid fascination at the self-proclaimed Skitterleap’s self-mutilation. Just hours ago, they had responded to a fire at Gen-Mixx Corp. and found the facility burning and in ruins. It looked like Arson, but he never got a chance to give the place much of a once-over. When the first cop saw Skitterleap, the entire small New England department had given chase. After unloading about every taser the department had into the almost insane rat-thing along with enough tranquilizer darts to kill a whale, they slowed him down enough for the cops to move in and tackle him. Even so, the thing fought furiously, its drug-addled mind lashing out with claw and tooth as they struggled to finally bring it down. And for what, he wondered, tracing a series of four scratches along his own arm from the conflict. The stupid thing was going to kill itself as he watched.

Tony coughed and wiped his forehead, suddenly breaking out in a sweat. When did it get cold in here?

<Crack> <Crack> <Crack> The rat thing kept it up, and Tony found himself leaning forward to watch in morbid fascination: Like passing an accident on the highway, it was hard to pull your eyes away. Tony had done plenty of hunting in his time, so the blood running on the concrete and the crushing dents the creature was putting in its skull didn’t bother him, yet something was wrong. Something in his memory was screaming at him to act, to do something. The hair on his neck was standing up on end, causing a faint sense of panic to build, rising behind his curiosity like an elusive specter.

Suddenly, Skitterleap stopped.

“Feeling sick?” it asked in stunningly clear to nearly perfect speech.

“What the…” Tony stood, or tried to. Immediately he staggered, gripping the wound on his arm that burned with infection, making the world swim in front of him as if he were drunk. “Help…” he muttered, unable to breathe enough to shout.

The rat creature shot forward from the back of the cell, driving his now crushed head between the bars, its bloodshot eyes locking on the staggering police officer. As Tony watched, Skitterleap pushed himself forward, his rodent body flattening and bones compressing to let him fit between the unbent bars. Tony remembered now. He remembered what his 5th grade biology teacher had told him. Rats. Mice. They could fit through any opening their head could fit through. Skitterleap’s self-mutilation wasn’t stupid or insane; it was cunning - deadly cunning.

Skitterleap howled, shaking his body back and forth as the bones and his skull suddenly shifted and crunched together, the sickening wet grinding of bone against sinew making Tony’s eyes shoot wide as he stumbled towards the door. In seconds, the creature’s wounds were gone, his skull once again the triangular and predatory visage of a killer.

“Die manmeat.” Skitterleap hissed, sailing through the air to slam a clawed fist between Tony’s shoudlerblades as he turned to run and tackle him to the ground. Tony let out a feeble screech that turned rapidly into a wet gurgle as sounds of claws and teeth sinking into his flesh filled the small room.

--

Jenny thumbed dispatch. “Captain, I think Andy’s sick, should I send him home?”

The radio crackled a moment. “What the hell?” the captain swore through the radio. “I’m over at County General now with Tom. He’s got some kind of fever. Is there a Patriots game tonight I don’t know about? If this is a tailgate excuse, I’m gonna break heads!”

Jenny looked over at Andy lying on the bench in the main lobby. “Andy’s a mess, Captain, I think he’s really sick and...”

“He can go home with the pickup team shows up for that mangy monster we have in lockup. Not a moment before.”

“Um…” Jenny looked at Andy, his skin a dangerous shade of red and now broken out in a sweat that stained his blue uniform in the armpits, neck and crotch. “Okay…” she responded uncertainly. Taking off the headset,

<Crash!>

Jenny jumped as the jarring noise from the break room punctuated the hang-up of the radio. Craning her neck, she peered into the darkened space lit only by the green light of the microwave. “Hello?” she called out, her eyes flicking over to Andy who groaned in the throes of his sickness. Standing she walked over and peered inside, letting out a relieved breath as she saw the stacks of unwashed dishes that had fallen over under their own weight.

“Dammit!” she swore, stalking in to pick up the few that had fallen onto the floor. “Only one police woman in this two horse town and suddenly they think I’m going to do the dishes.” Bending down, she started to gather the plates. “Well we’ll see abou..erk”

The cabinet doors beneath the sink crashed open with a wooden crack and Skitterleap’s hand shot out along with a pile of bleach containers and Fantastic cleaner bottles, his clawed hand seizing her throat as she bent down to pick up a plate. With a screech, he pulled her head and upper body into the dark recesses below the plumbing, her legs and hips protruding as if she were working on the pipes. Her body shook once, then twice, her legs shooting out straight behinds her. Finally, they slowly slid forward until her feet disappeared into the cubby, one shoe coming loose and clattering onto the tile before the doors banged shut. A moment later, a steady stream of crimson slowly ran into a spreading pool directly below the sink.

--

Shelly pulled the S-10 pickup truck around outside the police station and killed the engine. Hopping down from the cab, she headed around back and began to pull on some heavy leather gloves.

“Hey, Brad, get moving.”

A larger man stepped down from the other side and smiled at her, grabbing a heavy animal net and a tranquilizer rifle from a locked compartment.

“Human sized rat, huh?”

“That’s what they said, and the Dawn Patrol wants to see it. We’re just running transport.” Shelly pulled on her coverall and turned her baseball cap around backwards before heading up to the door.

“Lets make it quick eh?” Brad said following behind her.

<Ring> … <Ring> … <Ring>

“That’s strange.” Shelly muttered. “Nobody home? I just talked to these guys.”

--

Andy was dying. He was sure of it. Sitting up, he panted, his vision blurry and his wrist burning. Infection. The damn rat had an infection. He was sick because of that thing. Reaching over onto the bench next to him, he picked up the shotgun he had been carrying around.

“No way I’m letting it live. No way. No way…” He chanted it over and over, as much to keep himself conscious as to commit his course of action. Ratcheting the bolt back and forth from habit, he chambered a round and tried to stand. The shadows of the room blurred, and he had to sit, landing heavily on the wooden bench again. “Damn…” he growled, taking a few deep breaths. One of the shadows blurred again. Only one.

“Wha…Holy Crap!”

From the corner of the room, emerging like a toxic cloud, Skitterleap stepped into Andy’s field of view, his red eyes locked on the gun-wielding officer. Skitterleap had apparently found the garage; He looked like the Knight of Garbage or maybe a bizarre version of one of the Lost. Trash can lids were strapped to his front and back like armor, while crushed coffee cans adorned his shoulders like football shoulder guards. Bands of scrap metal, tools, and duct tape held together what looked like a combat webbing full of tools and scraps of garbage.

“Skitterleap has taken flight, skitterleap he took a bite, skitterleap he wants to play, police man he die today!” the thing hissed, spittle flying from its lips.

Andy swung the gun around as the rat thing lowered himself down and scurried across the floor at terrifying speed moving low, his body less than a foot over the tile. Rising in front of Andy, the creature raised a sword made from a rake handle and a jagged pruning saw.

Andy pulled the trigger, the blast rocking him backwards.

Blood sprayed across the wood, beading on its surface before running in rivulets to patter onto the floor.

--

“Did you hear that?” shouted over an air horn from a passing semi.

“Hear what?” Shelly asked dismissively as she leaned again on the after-hours police doorbell.

“Thought I heard…Ah, whatever.” He stuffed a wad of tobacco into his mouth, shifting from foot to foot impatiently.

“Whatever, I don’t have time for this.” Shelly cursed, her temper boiling to the surface. “Lets jet.”

“But what about Dawn Patrol?” Brad asked.

“Screw them. They can pick up their own animals.” She said, walking down the stairs and climbing into the cab. Brad followed, and mounted up, shutting the door. With a roar the truck started up and slowly pulled around to head out the long driveway towards the highway.

Underneath the truck, two red lights shone as Skitterleap’s powerful arms held him against the spinning drive shaft, his fur coated in motor oil and axle grease. Over the roaring motor and the grinding gears, a voice might have been heard if anyone was left alive to hear it. “

“All Of Ratkind Will Be Free! AND THE HUMANS WeeL FAaL!!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA HAAHAHAAA !!!!!!!! Squeek! Squeek! SQUEEK!!!!!!! AAAHH!! AND THIUN I VILL BE THERE KING!”

Biography

Skitterleap is the result of a science experiment gone horribly wrong. Whether he was a lab rat merged with a human during the fire that destroyed Gen-Mixx or simply a wildly mutated Rat is unknown, but the result is a horribly cunning and deviously intelligent rat-like human with the strength of madness and the mutated healing power of a virus. Mentally imbalanced and always hungry, Skitterleap chases the mad delusion of his own crusade to liberate rats everywhere, feeding them the corpses of every human oppressor along the way.

[Cryogentic]

I might join, depending on what animal I can look like in CoV