Sandlot
Great! My character concept is the baseball-based superhero Sandlot. Here's his background and general info. I'll come up with his stats and such later.
Name: Richard Charles Rantle
Alias: Sandlot
Concept: Baseball Superhero
Level: 8
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Height: 5’11”
Weight: 195 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Size: Medium
Powers:
"Psychically enhanced" Baseball bat/ball (melee & missile weapon plus deflection/reflection)
Super-strength
Running
Description:
At 5’11”, Ricky is a young man with an athletic build and handsome facial features. He’s dressed in apparently a baseball uniform of some kind, although it’s all black and seems to be made of a futuristic material.
Personality:
Despite what happened to his baseball career, Ricky still has a positive outlook on life. He’s cheery and gung-ho about doing what’s good and what’s right. If baseball was the athletic embodiment of what’s good in the country; then Ricky is pretty much the embodiment of the good in an athlete in baseball. He’s a team player, prone to charity work and seems to like just about anybody. There’s just one thing...he likes to talk trash at opponents.
Background:
As a promising young high-school athlete, he was popular, headed to a great college and seemed destined for success. Then at a game in his senior year amidst a cloudy day that threatened to rain out the game, Ricky was struck by a lightning bolt in the outfield. As he was collapsing from the power of the bolt, he was bonked on the head by the pop fly he had positioned himself to catch. He was sent to the hospital and recovered quickly.
When he returned to the game halfway through the season, he was better than ever. He hit harder, ran faster and threw faster. He was getting so good that the Major League scouts came out to watch him, as he led his team to the statewide championship. He was drafted into the League in the first round and signed a multi-million dollar contract. Life looked good.
Then, during his professional debut on another cloudy day that threatened to rain out the game, things got weird. He was feeling good and was psyched to play his very best. But, his best proved to be too good. At first, he ran so fast that he was a blur; then, his bat glowed with an eerie light; and when he hit, he sent the ball well out of the park, in fact out of the park’s parking lot. The reporters swarmed him and accusations that he was a mutant came up. The tests proved that it was true. The media debated the question of whether a mutant was allowed in professional sports such as baseball and his face was on every magazine in the country. His contract was cancelled and he was pushed out of the League.
He didn’t really know what to do and went around coaching Little League on a professional basis. Then, one time, a bank was being robbed across the street from one of his Little League games. As the getaway car drove by, he picked up a bat and some balls and hit them towards the car. They found their mark and nearly destroyed the vehicle. As the robbers tried to get away on foot, there were more baseballs still and he managed to catch the criminals.
All of this happened in broad daylight and the media was once again there to tell the story. This time, it was full of praise and admiration. Encouraged by this success, Ricky began a career as a crimefighter. It didn’t pay anything except for a few rewards, but it made him feel good. Soon, he was getting phone call after phone call, which overwhelmed him with endless amount of chores big and small. He was about to collapse under the piles of insignificant, petty crimes. That was when Nick Fury called and offered him a chance to make a real difference (to play in the big league)....
