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Ricochet

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About Me

My name's Johnny. I've got a secret. Or I had one, anyway. See, my mom passed along some really weird genes to me, and passed away not too long after. It figures. I feel like if she were here she might be able to answer the thousand and one questions I have. My dad sure isn't any help. Sorry, don't mean to be bitter. Besides, I'm getting off-track.
They've got a word for people like me. Starts with an "M." I don't wanna start with an "M." I don't like the fear in people's eyes when they know I'm different. Being called a freak or worse sucks. So I kept my powers hid for a long, long time.
What are my powers? I don't like bringing it up much, but what the hey. I can jump really high, hit stuff with perfect aim, react almost before something happens, and I can sense danger--it's like this weird electric tingle in the back of my head. Nothing really impressive but they've come in handy now and again.
A few years back, an oldhead who used to be called the Black Marvel, a superhero back in the '40s, gave me a costume and an offer. To be part of a new team of super-powered types. I'm still not sure why I said yes. Maybe I wanted to make a difference with the "gifts" Mom gave me, instead of hiding and bottling up all that shame.
It went great for a while, but eventually the whole operation fell apart. I don't like talking about it. I drifted for a while, until I fell in with the group Excelsior. Being with them showed me that the hero gig just wasn't for me, not anymore. I hung up the suit for good then. Some nights I still get this itch to put it on, go thwart evil and all that. But I got a normal life, and I'm happy with it. I have to keep telling myself that.
That's the abridged version of my life, the parts worth telling. I didn't mean to go on a tangent like that. I guess it's been a while since I had anyone listen to what I have to say.

My Interests

Nothing out of the ordinary. Seriously. I try and stay out of trouble. But it still manages to find me somehow.

I'd like to meet:

Heroes, villains, aliens, cyborgs--in short, RP only. Sorry. Anyone with a place in their heart for one of Mother Nature's private jokes.

Heroes:

My mom. Spider-Man. Hornet, Dusk...and Prodigy (but don't tell him I said that!).

My Blog

O say, can you see?

Today they announced when they're gonna bury Cap. When I heard that, the first thing I thought of was this huge funeral. Like, put-the-Pope-to-shame huge. Diplomats who knew him, heads of state, the p...
Posted by Ricochet on Mon, 12 Mar 2007 12:28:00 PST

Just like that.

And just like that, we're a team again. Swooping in out of nowhere, Eddie manages to track me down. Maybe he found Cassie--or she found him--first. Wouldn't surprise me if he went looking for her be...
Posted by Ricochet on Tue, 01 Aug 2006 02:00:00 PST

One down...

Two to go. I finally found a part of the team. Well, actually, she found me. I don't know how she did it. We all went our separate ways after saving the Marvel from Mephisto. If I had to say which one...
Posted by Ricochet on Mon, 17 Jul 2006 11:55:00 PST

So I've been thinking.

I know, shocker, right? Mama Gallo's little boy thinking? What's next, snowball fights in Hell? Anyway. The last few weeks have kept me busy as all get-out. I've been out every night patrolling, stopp...
Posted by Ricochet on Wed, 05 Jul 2006 03:55:00 PST

One is one and all alone...

...And ever more shall be so. Stupid song.   I couldn't sleep last night. God knows why. Maybe everything is just getting to me, and I don't wanna admit it. I dealt with it just fine the past fe...
Posted by Ricochet on Mon, 29 May 2006 01:47:00 PST

Requiescat in pace?

So apparently, I'm dead.   It's weird, like something out of a movie, but everyone says that anymore when something weird or off-the-wall happens. You can't have something bizarre happen without ...
Posted by Ricochet on Thu, 04 May 2006 02:02:00 PST

Nostalgia, maybe.

I was tempted to put it on last night. That's not much different from every other night, but I spent a half-hour or more just staring at it, hanging in the closet. It's not a bad outfit, really. Matte...
Posted by Ricochet on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 05:25:00 PST