Hey, Summoner mun here and I signed him up to be a villain.
I want to go for a Robin Hood type with a good side of mass panic and political crimes. So riots, hazings, crazy shenanigans to breaks down rules in the city and just make an over all show of it while he robs and transfers money to organizations that need it.
He'll also keep animal controlling powers and will use them in heists. Small animals sneaking in, disarming alarms, as look outs. You'd be surprised at what enough rats and spiders can do. Also that charm of his will have him a good deal of followers working with him.
As for the back story, think I'll put a few points in tragic past, orphan related tragic past, a dash of bullying, and a few years of military service before he comes home jaded.
The war was in a jungle like areas, complete with tribes and all that old comic goodness, one of which his team managed to stumble upon during some gorilla tactics. The tribe they stumbled on- not so friendly, and his whole division got slaughtered during the ritual being preformed. He was to be as well, offered up to some god who's name he couldn't pronounce.
Laying there, having your insides moved around, not something fun, pretty sure he was going to go when that god they had been praying to- or maybe it was a different god, he doesn't know- intervened. His blood spilled on the alter and the ritual was closed, and ended up focusing on the wrong person.
It wasn't long till a mass of wild birds started to block out the sky and freak out the tribesmen, thinking it an omen as Summoner lay there among fetishes and torches. Soon the birds spiraled down and pecked and attacked at the men, making them flee from the clearing, leaving Summoner there- still with his distress radio.
Take it as fate, take it as fucking magic, either way, he's alive and needs to fucking do something with it. Especially with this new fancy power he's got, a voice that speaks and sways beasts. Maybe he'll find out about how he got this power, and why- but later. Maybe he'll meet someone who might know a bit about gods?
But what better way to use your powers when you get back from war, to get back at the warped fucking government that sent you in the shit to begin with, right?
People call him a common criminal, an unlawful menace, a thief with his heart in the right place, or to some, a word that's only used by them to make it seem like they don't care, like he's only terrible enough to get on someone's nerves, a Pest. The Pest to be precise.
"He's just a pest." "The Pest that helped put some food on your table." "Sure, I guess, but didn't he burn down city hall?" "He sure did."
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I want to go for a Robin Hood type with a good side of mass panic and political crimes. So riots, hazings, crazy shenanigans to breaks down rules in the city and just make an over all show of it while he robs and transfers money to organizations that need it.
He'll also keep animal controlling powers and will use them in heists. Small animals sneaking in, disarming alarms, as look outs. You'd be surprised at what enough rats and spiders can do. Also that charm of his will have him a good deal of followers working with him.
As for the back story, think I'll put a few points in tragic past, orphan related tragic past, a dash of bullying, and a few years of military service before he comes home jaded.
The war was in a jungle like areas, complete with tribes and all that old comic goodness, one of which his team managed to stumble upon during some gorilla tactics. The tribe they stumbled on- not so friendly, and his whole division got slaughtered during the ritual being preformed. He was to be as well, offered up to some god who's name he couldn't pronounce.
Laying there, having your insides moved around, not something fun, pretty sure he was going to go when that god they had been praying to- or maybe it was a different god, he doesn't know- intervened. His blood spilled on the alter and the ritual was closed, and ended up focusing on the wrong person.
It wasn't long till a mass of wild birds started to block out the sky and freak out the tribesmen, thinking it an omen as Summoner lay there among fetishes and torches. Soon the birds spiraled down and pecked and attacked at the men, making them flee from the clearing, leaving Summoner there- still with his distress radio.
Take it as fate, take it as fucking magic, either way, he's alive and needs to fucking do something with it. Especially with this new fancy power he's got, a voice that speaks and sways beasts. Maybe he'll find out about how he got this power, and why- but later. Maybe he'll meet someone who might know a bit about gods?
But what better way to use your powers when you get back from war, to get back at the warped fucking government that sent you in the shit to begin with, right?
People call him a common criminal, an unlawful menace, a thief with his heart in the right place, or to some, a word that's only used by them to make it seem like they don't care, like he's only terrible enough to get on someone's nerves, a Pest. The Pest to be precise.
"He's just a pest."
"The Pest that helped put some food on your table."
"Sure, I guess, but didn't he burn down city hall?"
"He sure did."