Tribute to Mr. Coats
Background
One fateful night when the moon hung bright a sinister wind flew past the scurrying masses on the crowded street. It blew past the newsstand on Maine and further down past the plaza. As it traveled downtown it lifted newspapers, blew the hat off of Mrs. Harrison who sold the roses and tossed the litter on Greenwich Avenue to a new pattern of disorder. Our wind finally made its way to Canal Street and rustled the open window of the old hospital. On this particular day and in this particular room a girl died as she gave birth to a baby boy. This boy did not scream but contemplated the revenge on the wretched, incompetent doctors who stood idly by as his mother died. He reached for a scalpel and made his move as they wrapped him in his mother's coat. Through the open window you could now only hear the silence of a fresh new murder as lightning split the open sky in half.
Current status
Mr. Coats is the leader of COPBUD (Coalition of planets bent on universe domination), this organization is totally devoted in their task of conquering the universe. He surrounds himself with billions of hand-picked henchmen which makes him virtually invulnerable to outer threats. He resides in his fortress on planet Fabulon where coats are the high fashion.
Character
Extremely evil - Eats babies in order to live forever
Intelligent - Invents new equipment and weapons
Very Cool - Throws around cool quotes and the like, adds to the general awesomeness of the character
Army of robots - His henchmen are often robots
Engineer and evil scientist - Can invent stuff very fast. Gives him a Macgyver-ish trait.
Gjorde den här tagningen på Mr. Coats som exempel på en superskurk då jag hade vfu. Eleverna skulle skapa en egen superhjälte/skurk efter ovanstående modell. Som ni ser gjorde jag en spin på eriks karaktär Mr. Coats.
One fateful night when the moon hung bright a sinister wind flew past the scurrying masses on the crowded street. It blew past the newsstand on Maine and further down past the plaza. As it traveled downtown it lifted newspapers, blew the hat off of Mrs. Harrison who sold the roses and tossed the litter on Greenwich Avenue to a new pattern of disorder. Our wind finally made its way to Canal Street and rustled the open window of the old hospital. On this particular day and in this particular room a girl died as she gave birth to a baby boy. This boy did not scream but contemplated the revenge on the wretched, incompetent doctors who stood idly by as his mother died. He reached for a scalpel and made his move as they wrapped him in his mother's coat. Through the open window you could now only hear the silence of a fresh new murder as lightning split the open sky in half.
Current status
Mr. Coats is the leader of COPBUD (Coalition of planets bent on universe domination), this organization is totally devoted in their task of conquering the universe. He surrounds himself with billions of hand-picked henchmen which makes him virtually invulnerable to outer threats. He resides in his fortress on planet Fabulon where coats are the high fashion.
Character
Extremely evil - Eats babies in order to live forever
Intelligent - Invents new equipment and weapons
Very Cool - Throws around cool quotes and the like, adds to the general awesomeness of the character
Army of robots - His henchmen are often robots
Engineer and evil scientist - Can invent stuff very fast. Gives him a Macgyver-ish trait.
Gjorde den här tagningen på Mr. Coats som exempel på en superskurk då jag hade vfu. Eleverna skulle skapa en egen superhjälte/skurk efter ovanstående modell. Som ni ser gjorde jag en spin på eriks karaktär Mr. Coats.
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Postat av: Erik
Character, Mr Coats:
Private eye: It's commonly accepted that if you have PI in your job description you are awesome.
Badass: Mr. Coats is the definition of badass. He'll stare you down like a gorilla in sizing up the most recent kid to fall down into the primate pit at the zoo.
Master of the fisticuffs: You don't tango with Mr. Coats bringing only your fists to the party. You just don't, because you'll DIE.
Streetwise: Mr Coats knows the streets of Urthopolis by heart. The alleys are his home, and the dim-lit streets at night his refuge.
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