Doctor Impossible
(Catchphrase) "Who dares?"
Don't get me started on Henchmen.
On Mr. Mystic: "If he's a fraud, he must be a very brave one."
My other best friend is the Pharaoh, a supervillain, and he's an idiot.
You should have a Nemesis. Mine is Corefire, an imbecile gifted with powers and abilities far beyond mortal man's. If anything can hurt Corefire I haven't found it, and don't think I haven't looked.
I was going to declare war on the world. And I was going to lose.
I was building another science, my science, wild science, robots and lasers and disembodied brains. A science that buzzed and glowed; it wanted to do things. It could get up and walk, fly, fight, sprout garish glowing creations in the remotest parts of the world, domes and towers and architectural fever dreams. And it was angry. It was mad science.
Fatale
Four years ago, I decided to call myself Fatale. It's my superhero name... at the time it seemed like the perfect symbol for my dangerous, sexy new self, a cybernetic woman of mystery. Admittedly, I was on a lot of painkillers.
It's hard to make it on your own as a cyborg — we have serious overhead, maintenance and supply issues I'd rather not explain.
Somebody put a lot of money into making me what I am, then disappeared, leaving me feeling a trifle rejected, if you must know.
