Post by Riley Scott on Dec 23, 2018 7:40:05 GMT
Hero Profile -Laughing-Stock
Video playback start
”State your name for the record, please.” “What is this, an interrogation? Oh, wait.” “Just answer the question sir.”
“Riley S. Scott.”
”Cape name as well.”
“Well, Miss No-Fun, my hero name is Laughingstock.”
”How old are you?” “I’m 47 years old...please stop laughing, it’s true.”
”Why become a hero?
“Do I not look the part?” Riley flexes, and a small giggle finally erupts from the interviewers lips.
”Do we have anything to worry about from you?” “Of course you do! I might make you pee yourself. And nobody wants that.” “Please answer honestly.” “I answer no other way. In all seriousness, no. There’s nothing you have to worry about from me.”
Any affiliations we should know about? “You could say that I’ve got a partner in crime.” “Is it the Buffalo?” “It's the Buffalo.”
Physicians Notes
“Riley is a tall, Native American, man. He is approximately 6’2. Riley is also in incredible shape for a man his age. Whether this is due to his origin, or an extremely healthy lifestyle, or both; we’re not sure. Riley has black hair with brown streaks throughout, and shimmering bronze eyes.”
Power Analysis
“So… another descendant… seeing a lot of these this month.”
”I’m sensing some hostility, here.”
“I’ll ask the questions.”
”YES SIR, CAPTAIN HARDASS SIR! Seriously, that wasn’t even a question.”
“Okay. First off. Your aura ability.”
”Okay. So basically. I’m really funny.”
“I ain’t laughing.”
”You’re probably a robot, Captain Hardass. Anyway. On a person who actually has a working humor center. (Don’t worry Tin Man, we’ll get you that heart.) I’m one of the funniest people around for about 20 feet. Any attempt at telling a joke, usually lands without much problem.”
“Useful. Says here you can make stuff out of bronze energy.”
”That’s right. I can create lots of stuff. Usually though, it has to be associated with comedy. Like a clown car. Or memes. Or a banana cream pie.”
“Heh. Banana cream pie gag. Nice… I mean, uh. Your third ability is an amplifier, right?”
Riley grins wryly.
”Oh Tin Man, you had a heart all along.”
“It’ll be yours in a second if we don’t move forward.”
”Alright, alright. Yeah. I can summon a microphone which projects my voice, extending my aura power an extra 200 feet, and it can even make people like you laugh. Oh, and I can use it like a wand to throw my constructs around. It also turns my stories into video projections behind me.”
“Last one.”
”Ah yes, Bill.”
“...Bill?”
”My Buffalo buddy. He doubles all of my abilities, and can use any of mine as well. Although… he says that he prefers to use his own…”
“I’m sorry. He says? He can fucking talk?”
”Yes, he can talk. You people talk to literal gods all day, and a talking Buffalo is what you draw the line at? Jesus. Anyway, Bill is more or less what you would call a straight man. He’s as honest as me, and as powerful as me, but he’s not as charming. He can force you to tell the truth, fly, and loves a nice bit of garlic bread.”
“Ha, I get it. Because bison can’t eat garlic bread.”
”Dude. I don’t joke about garlic bread. There are lines.”
“...okay, so. Anything else?”
“Well. I’m bulletproof, I can lift a car over my head and keep it there for around a minute, and I can do magic.”
“Ah, a magic user. Seen a few of those. What can you do?”
The sound of handcuffs slipping off, and a pop. ”Pick a card.”
“I should’ve known.”
”I use real magic to simulate stage magic. I can use it to escape from any trap, summon rabbits, throw cards with deadly accuracy, etc. My magic is also fueled by unlimited mana. So I can keep doing this,” The sound of cards falling all over the room. ”Pretty much as long as I want.”
“...I see. Weaknesses?”
”First off, I’m a comedian by trade. So I don’t really do combat. And when I do, it’s usually pretty sad. My constructs also don’t do damage. They basically just tickle, course they can throw you back if say, I made a cannon, but unless you hit something; it’s unlikely you’ll be very hurt. Oh, I can’t physically lie. At all. It’s kind of a pain in the ass, but at least you know where I stand. It’s incredibly hard for me to intimidate people, as they can hardly tell if I’m joking or not.
If a joke somehow does manage to bomb, which is pretty rare, I take physical damage. Like being punched in the throat. Uh. If a joke contains only verbal elements, I have to work twice as hard to get a laugh even with my aura on. Robots, such as yourself, don’t tend to get my jokes. I don’t know why.
Oh, Silver, Cyan and Orange colors cause my throat to completely swell up as if I’m having an allergic reaction. Doctor says I’d only be able to live for 5, maybe ten minutes if I was left there.
Psych analysis.”
“Can this man take anything seriously? Listen, I’m sure he’s fit for whatever, but if you want him to shut the fuck up; good luck. And for that matter, the man is physically incapable of lying. We literally had him try to, and his mouth would snap shut. The worst psych analysis to date. All though, he was quite funny.”
Stolen from Facebook profile
Personal Theme Song: “The State Farm theme song.”
Personal Quote: “Life is hell, might as well have some fun while I’m here.”
Martial Status: “Single.”
Video playback start
”State your name for the record, please.” “What is this, an interrogation? Oh, wait.” “Just answer the question sir.”
“Riley S. Scott.”
”Cape name as well.”
“Well, Miss No-Fun, my hero name is Laughingstock.”
”How old are you?” “I’m 47 years old...please stop laughing, it’s true.”
”Why become a hero?
“Do I not look the part?” Riley flexes, and a small giggle finally erupts from the interviewers lips.
”Do we have anything to worry about from you?” “Of course you do! I might make you pee yourself. And nobody wants that.” “Please answer honestly.” “I answer no other way. In all seriousness, no. There’s nothing you have to worry about from me.”
Any affiliations we should know about? “You could say that I’ve got a partner in crime.” “Is it the Buffalo?” “It's the Buffalo.”
Physicians Notes
“Riley is a tall, Native American, man. He is approximately 6’2. Riley is also in incredible shape for a man his age. Whether this is due to his origin, or an extremely healthy lifestyle, or both; we’re not sure. Riley has black hair with brown streaks throughout, and shimmering bronze eyes.”
Power Analysis
“So… another descendant… seeing a lot of these this month.”
”I’m sensing some hostility, here.”
“I’ll ask the questions.”
”YES SIR, CAPTAIN HARDASS SIR! Seriously, that wasn’t even a question.”
“Okay. First off. Your aura ability.”
”Okay. So basically. I’m really funny.”
“I ain’t laughing.”
”You’re probably a robot, Captain Hardass. Anyway. On a person who actually has a working humor center. (Don’t worry Tin Man, we’ll get you that heart.) I’m one of the funniest people around for about 20 feet. Any attempt at telling a joke, usually lands without much problem.”
“Useful. Says here you can make stuff out of bronze energy.”
”That’s right. I can create lots of stuff. Usually though, it has to be associated with comedy. Like a clown car. Or memes. Or a banana cream pie.”
“Heh. Banana cream pie gag. Nice… I mean, uh. Your third ability is an amplifier, right?”
Riley grins wryly.
”Oh Tin Man, you had a heart all along.”
“It’ll be yours in a second if we don’t move forward.”
”Alright, alright. Yeah. I can summon a microphone which projects my voice, extending my aura power an extra 200 feet, and it can even make people like you laugh. Oh, and I can use it like a wand to throw my constructs around. It also turns my stories into video projections behind me.”
“Last one.”
”Ah yes, Bill.”
“...Bill?”
”My Buffalo buddy. He doubles all of my abilities, and can use any of mine as well. Although… he says that he prefers to use his own…”
“I’m sorry. He says? He can fucking talk?”
”Yes, he can talk. You people talk to literal gods all day, and a talking Buffalo is what you draw the line at? Jesus. Anyway, Bill is more or less what you would call a straight man. He’s as honest as me, and as powerful as me, but he’s not as charming. He can force you to tell the truth, fly, and loves a nice bit of garlic bread.”
“Ha, I get it. Because bison can’t eat garlic bread.”
”Dude. I don’t joke about garlic bread. There are lines.”
“...okay, so. Anything else?”
“Well. I’m bulletproof, I can lift a car over my head and keep it there for around a minute, and I can do magic.”
“Ah, a magic user. Seen a few of those. What can you do?”
The sound of handcuffs slipping off, and a pop. ”Pick a card.”
“I should’ve known.”
”I use real magic to simulate stage magic. I can use it to escape from any trap, summon rabbits, throw cards with deadly accuracy, etc. My magic is also fueled by unlimited mana. So I can keep doing this,” The sound of cards falling all over the room. ”Pretty much as long as I want.”
“...I see. Weaknesses?”
”First off, I’m a comedian by trade. So I don’t really do combat. And when I do, it’s usually pretty sad. My constructs also don’t do damage. They basically just tickle, course they can throw you back if say, I made a cannon, but unless you hit something; it’s unlikely you’ll be very hurt. Oh, I can’t physically lie. At all. It’s kind of a pain in the ass, but at least you know where I stand. It’s incredibly hard for me to intimidate people, as they can hardly tell if I’m joking or not.
If a joke somehow does manage to bomb, which is pretty rare, I take physical damage. Like being punched in the throat. Uh. If a joke contains only verbal elements, I have to work twice as hard to get a laugh even with my aura on. Robots, such as yourself, don’t tend to get my jokes. I don’t know why.
Oh, Silver, Cyan and Orange colors cause my throat to completely swell up as if I’m having an allergic reaction. Doctor says I’d only be able to live for 5, maybe ten minutes if I was left there.
Psych analysis.”
“Can this man take anything seriously? Listen, I’m sure he’s fit for whatever, but if you want him to shut the fuck up; good luck. And for that matter, the man is physically incapable of lying. We literally had him try to, and his mouth would snap shut. The worst psych analysis to date. All though, he was quite funny.”
Stolen from Facebook profile
Personal Theme Song: “The State Farm theme song.”
Personal Quote: “Life is hell, might as well have some fun while I’m here.”
Martial Status: “Single.”
