BURP!Listen up, dweebs! Seein' as how I'm me, it's time I gave ya the real lowdown on the Main Man.Name's Lobo, and I kill people. That ain't my real name, by the way - you dweebs can't pronounce it, but it translates to He Who Devours Your Entrails And Thoroughly Enjoys It. I'm the best fraggin' bounty hunter the galaxy has to offer - ferget the guy in the potbowl helmet. I grew up on a rock named Czarnia, which was full of dweebs. So when I took chemistry in high school, I mixed up somethin' special to show 'em how I really felt. Fragged every last one of them for that year's Science project, gave myself an A. Anyways, afterwards I got hold of a chain and hook, and a nice bike, and I've pretty much been boozin' and fightin' my way across the galaxy ever since.Some of the nerds around here might try to tell ya I'm some sort of parody of a Nineties Anti-Hero, but try laughin' at the Main Man and I'll blow yer head off. In any case I predate most of them, first appearing in "Omega Men" #3 (June, 1983). Records of my life turned up in my own 4 issue mini-series (November, 1990-February, 1991). The readers seemed to love it, as more mini-series turned up and sold well. I next got my own regular series which lasted for 64 issues, from December, 1993 to July, 1999. Not that I ever stopped appearing in the pages of series named after other guys.Other'n that, I'm pretty much what I look like. Oh, and I like dolphins. What, ya think that's funny? Waitaminnit. There, here's yer spine back.The New 52 has taken its toll on my glorious self by making me conspicuously unglorious. Those bastiches turned me into a nancy boy◊! Oh wait, turns out, I'm in it, as a fake? No way chumps, I ain't standin' fer this!
Always Someone Better: Yes fine fine, that no good goody-goody Dax managed to get the drop on me and pressganged me into working for his wussy L.E.G.I.O.N outfit. He just got lucky, thats all!
Arson, Murder, and Jaywalking: Ya can find numerous examples of me breaking a lotta laws to various degrees, with a decent list being under List of Transgressions, and I’ve done all three offenses themselves ta’ boot.
Badass Biker: I'm DC's best example of this! Heck, my hog's so fraggin' awesome, she leaves black holes in'er dust!
Canon Discontinuity: Some fanboy dweebs might have noticed that I ain't exactly myself in my early appearances. In fact, I ain't even Czarian; in Omega Men I'm a Velorpian whose species got fragged by the Psions. Nobody ever talks about that though... if they know what's good for them.
Heel-Face Revolving Door: Hey, if the price is right, nothin' personal, but I gotta frag ya. Now if you're offerin' somethin' better than the other guy, well, I might be persuaded to do that whole team-up thing. Maybe.
Hilarity Ensues: Oh boy, this could have an entire page dedicated to it. In fact, it ‘’should’’ have a page dedicated to it! But I guess ol’ Lobo can tell you about The Lobo Paramilitary Christmas Special. In it, a couple finds a book about how the Easter Bunny got drunk and hired me to take out ol’ Santa. It’s as amazing as it sounds.
Humiliation Conga: Bah, first I got offed by Loo and his filthy coward of a brother, Feces, then I get dropped in some wussy afterlife with wings and harps and crap, so I try to liven the place up a bit, and get dropped into the Other Place for my troubles. Then I got kicked out of THERE for enjoying it! Finally, the Powers That Be had enough of me and let me get reincarnated, only first they send me back as a woman, and then as a friggin SQUIRREL! It took me wiping out half the Celestial host for them to finally dump my soul back into my original body and seal me from the afterlife permanently. I tell ya, it aint easy being the Main Man.
I Come in Peace: I tried my best to be peaceful once. No rippin’ a bastich’s spine out or fraggin’ a planet if it annoyed me. Turns out it wasn’t tha proper lifestyle fer me.
I Gave My Word: And the Main Man's word is his bond. If I make a promise, I'm gonna keep it. Course, if I should happen to be released from a promise, watch out.
Jerkass: First of all, the only fraggin’ reason I still have a heart is because the damn thing keeps regenerating back. But try to make a case for an inner softie after seeing some of my work.
Kick the Dog: Anybody remember Dawg, the bulldog that occasionally appeared alongside me? No? THEN YA DIDN’T READ THE FLIPPIN’ THE BIRD ENTRY YA FRAGGIN’ BASTICH! But yeah, I kinda sorta kicked him a bit until he stopped moving. And existing. But don’t worry too much. He’s appeared later.
Knife Nut: Does the nickname "Mr. Machete" mean anything to you?
Kryptonite Factor: Turns out some gases can knock me out, slow my regeneration, sap most of my physical strength and other stuff.
Wanted for crimes against the Galaxy including: Genocide ... Fratricide ... Patricide ... Matricide ... Impersonating a member of the Intergalactic Church of Truth ... Impersonating a member of the Green Lantern Crops ... Carrying a concealed thermo-nuclear device ... Breaking into the Justice League Satellite ... Fishing without a license ... Jaywalking ... Grand theft plasma rocket ... Disturbance of the peace across three space sectors ... 1,978,643,896 unpaid parking permits ... Illegal bounty hunting ... Wanton destruction of government property ... Demolishing a city without a permit ... Reckless endangerment toward animals ... Hijacking ... Selling/distributing radioactive material to cute fluffybunny rabbits ... Noise infractions level 5.0 ... Illegally poaching Starros ... Bounty Huntering in a restricted zone ... Stepping on the grass ... Defecating in a public garden ... Loitering ... Advocating the overthrow of the heads of state ... Not honoring the bounty hunter code.
Meaningful Name: My name's Khundian for "he who devours your entrails and thoroughly enjoys it".
Money, Dear Boy: Hell, I'll frag myself if it's worth enough! (And I have, too!)
Pretty Boy: What the New 52 turned me into. A mistake they'll correct real soon if they value their internal organs remaining internal.
Red Baron: Alright, let’s run through the list. The Main Man, Scourge o' the Cosmos, The Last Czarnian, The Destroyer, The Master Fragger, The 'Bo, The Wolf, Mister Machete, He Who Devours Your Entrails and Thoroughly Enjoys It, and that’s just naming a few of ‘em.
Self-Made Orphan: My parents didnt get through my childhood in too good a shape. Dweebs just didnt know how to nurture me right.
Super Senses: Having good senses is great for hunting down the bastiches I need to catch. I can find bastiches across a galaxy with my nose.
Super Strength: Superman wasn’t knocked over by my fists' good looks. Or maybe he was. Who knows?