ProPaine is a young man who enjoys lighting a fire under evildoers. This Controller is currently only at Security Level 8.
Big and conspicuous, this costume reads “Danger” to even the most clueless of criminals.
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CoH Roster: ProPaine
Big and conspicuous, this costume reads “Danger” to even the most clueless of criminals. -
CoH Roster: Ragnaroq
Another somewhat mysterious personage is the man who calls himself Ragnaroq. The Q, apparently, is significant. He’s an elementalist magician who specializes in manipulating weather-like phenomenon; he also dabbles in dark magics for offensive use. Ragnaroq is at Security Level 20.
He started out with a fairly simple, if ornately decorated, suit of clothes.
The cape doesn’t change the fact that his overall look isn’t much different from before. Consistency isn’t a bad thing, of course. -
CoH Roster: Spiny Echidna
Little is known about this oddly-deformed martial artist with the quick reflexes. He’s merely at Security Level 11, and hasn’t been seen in Paragon City very often of late.
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Toy Matinee
This is the album that my old buddy Steve and I bought solely because of a tiny article in Tower Records’ “Pulse” magazine. It told of a new band whose writers’ chief influences covered the gamut of everything Steve and I liked.
Oddly enough, we weren’t disappointed. “Toy Matinee” is a great pop record. It’s got some of the snappiest lyrics anywhere, it’s chock full of catchy beats and nifty hooks, and it tugs at your emotions. “Last Plane Out” and “Turn It On Salvador” are brilliantly smirking pieces. “The Toy Matinee” is a gorgeously sad song, and one of my all time favorites all on its own. “Queen of Misery” and “There Was A Little Boy” are a bit dark, while “We Always Come Home” is gentle and homey in a non-tacky way.
I love this album, and I always intended to save the best for last. (Sure, nobody’s awake to see it. It’s the principle of the thing, donchaknow?) The promo contains parts of “Last Plane Out,” “Queen of Misery,” “The Toy Matinee” and “We Always Come Home.” Enjoy, please, won’t you?
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Meal With No Name
I just heated up another bowl of ravioli. I figure this should be enough serious fuel to see me through the last three and a half hours. Mind you, I may need the occasional snack, but this should do it for serious foodstuffs. Question is, what do you call the 2:30am meal?
I will, however, probably need to brew up more tea. That’s not a bad thing, mind you. It gives me something to do, which at this point is positively golden.
Now to see if I can stay focused enough to crank out that last album review+promo. After that it’s just hero profiles and randomness until 6am…
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CoH Roster: Woods Cutter
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.