One day, quite some time ago, a swordslinger trained in the deadliest oriental traditions arrived in our fair city, his body trained to a razor’s edge much like that of his weapon. Going by the name Woods Cutter, he immediately forged a reputation and came to the attention of gang bosses and fellow heroes alike.

In particular, the electrifying StormVyxen caught his eye, and he hers. Their partnership endured and even resulted in a child who, indeed, followed her parents’ superheroic path. Tragedy struck this crimefighting family, however, when a freak accident deprived StormVyxen of life force and memory; in fact all that stood between her and complete oblivion was the intervention of a Kheldian, with whom she was reborn as StarVyxen.

Woods Cutter, currently cleared for Security Level 31, fights on, even alongside a half-alien woman who has no working memory of her life with him. With sharpened steel, nearly paranormal recuperative ability and dogged determination, he fights the forces of darkness wherever they appear.

Here we see his original garb, stylish yet straightforward in concept.

By this point, fame (and romance) had perhaps gone to his head. Many of his fans still consider this to be “Woodsie’s” best look.

After the tragedy involving StormVyxen, Woods is often seen in this more traditional robe and trouser set, bespeaking his newfound humility.

This hefty mass of superheroics comes to Paragon City from an unknown locale and bears an unusual moniker. There are rumors of a scientist by name of Rossum who is delving into the creation of artificial persons, or robota, to take on the menial tasks that would’ve been performed by slaves in an earlier, less enlightened century. Rossum’s Fist could, perhaps, be one of these creations… or he could be intended for some other purpose entirely. He seems content to use his massive fists to punch the living daylights out of villains wherever he finds them. This hero is very strong, and seemingly impervious to many basic kinds of damage one can take as a hero in our fair city.

His apparel would seem to be a patchwork of fabrics crudely sewn together, with a large letter “R” emblazoned on his chest. Could this be a stamp of ownership, perhaps? Nobody really knows.

Having achieved a Security Level of only 13, he does not yet have a second costume.

Arctic Ant’s magical powers center on the offensive and defensive use of frozen water. He has achieved Security Level 20 as a superhero of the Blaster persuasion. While his struggle against the forces of evil hasn’t always been wildly successful, he perseveres with icy determination. His rage against villains is matched only by his sheer joy in flight.

Here we see his original look, a striking bio-organic ensemble complete with frozen veins.

Arctic Ant has recently changed his costuming approach, opting for a traditional tights-and-cape motif.

Look for more of Paragon City’s finest in the hours to come!