| The Ghost of Banquo |
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| The Ghost of Banquo Solo Villain Mind 50 Agility 50 Strength 50 Body 10 Bio: Well, might as well start this FUBAR train a rolling. You want to know about me. Well, here goes… You’re a Ghost, right. You’re “the one” that starts over a half a millennium of Royal descendancy, Okay. Here’s what you have to go through to deserve this: 1. Establish yourself as a Thane by battling your archenemies the “Norweyan Lords”. (No they are not a biker gang residing in Northern Connecticut, those are the Nordic Lords). 2. Prove yourself politically to the Scottish King by surprising all with your dashing smile, clownish wit, and strong family values. This will keep your family in good graces hereafter as being an all around good guy. 3. Witness your best friend get lured in by three witches explaining to him that he will gain the kingship by way of his own hands and then have them tell “you” that you will father kings. 4. Watch your friend act out the prophecy given to him with the help of his wife and assume the role of King. 5. Watch him get pissed at you cause now he wants to know why his next of kin will not be kings and yours will be eventually. 6. He then sends out assassins who do a really botched up job of murdering you and your son and let your son get away. Here’s the best part: 7. You become a ghost and get to haunt the crap out of your would be friend into insanity which makes him loose all loyalty with his subjects. 8. He is then forced to go back to the witches for more council and they give him a real good sense of invincibility. 9. You watch the downfall of your old friend not only by his death but also his descent into hell. 10. Most importantly, the only ones that actually know your presence are the ones that sent you on this deadly path in the first place. The witches. Now you tell me. Is it worth it? Yeah, I’m ranting… Cause I ask you, who gets the credit at the end of this story? Who gets the big enchilada? Who is the all around cool guy? A pious, devout, nobody that leaves his wife and kids in the country of a madman to be with the son of the former king who only dicks him around for one of the longest scenes ever written in Shakespeare. I mean where’s the love for the deceased. I did most of the work here and all that I get is an afterlife of reminiscing about old times with the old bitties over there. I didn’t get automatic admittance into heaven. No, I got to stay and screw with people’s heads and just be “remembered”. On top of that, I’ve been characterized as the Ned Flanders of Shakespeare. What the Hi Diddily Ho Good Neighbor Shite is that? Personality I’m a ghost that has grown bitter over the years because of all the shite that I had to put up with for my kids to become Kings. You’d be bitter too, believe me. Nah, I’m not looking for cheap laughs. There’s a little Shakespeare innuendo here and there within my death. Other than that I just do what I can to make peoples lives a little less sane. What else is there for me to do? Other than keep the books for FUBAR. Thy Children Shall be Kings Commander ultimate Many don’t know this but I did actually father Kings. The Rose line of Kings to be exact. The line has perished since but it did span over 600 years in the history books. There is strong blood that flows throughout their veins. All of them trained for battle from the masters of their century. All of them clad in the strongest armor, welded from their time. All of them hungry for some sort of revenge stemming directly from their own individual deaths. This is the reason why we are known as villainous. Those that reap the seeds of revenge can never be heroic. Our demonic deformed presence also cannot ever be seen as anything but evil. It is our way, it is our lot in life. Damn, I’m starting to get philosophical… Though thou be none Commander ultimate It was started by my son, Fleance. Check the Genealogy reports, he’s there. But do you think they remembered to put me at the front of the line of Kings? Of course not, I actually didn’t become King. I was a statistic on the reigning hierarchy scale. The History books forgot me but my sons haven’t. Oh no. They bow to me and my wishes first before they go on their own quests of insanity. Together we can take on whole armies or gang up on one person and really freak them out. We are on a quest for respect. A respect your elders type of quest. A “I fought for you and this is how you repay me” type of revenge quest. Oh…I’m sorry… I’m ranting again aren’t I?… To hell with it, I’ll rant and you’ll like it dammit!!! Ghostly presendance Supreme Phasing +pu Now, my best friend wasn’t actually a bad guy. Macky wanted what we all want. A chance to be King and rule over all. You know, it’s good to be the king, and all that…Unfortunately he listened to his wife a little bit too much and didn’t realize that through his victories in battle he could have eventually become King without forcing his way to succession. I saw it coming, and he was blinded by greed. I would’ve been perfectly happy waiting a bit longer and becoming my best friends Supreme General. But no, I get to torture his raging soul and purvey my line of prescendantcy instead. Ah yes my prescendants. They come and go as they please. They have since died and become like me. They know who started the line of Kings and only answer to me. We are all Ghosts but because of some weird Khazan thing that goes on around here we can actually take physical form whenever we wish. Must be a royalty perk or something. Oh yeah, and if I forgot to mention this to you before, It’s really hard to kill that which is already dead. Hauntingly present Emotion Control standard +pu Stage Make-up, Pheh, you got it wrong buddy. I’m not like Willie over there in my corner. This is the real deal. Head was bashed in with a huge log when I was killed. Now why couldn’t I have been stabbed in the heart or something nice and neat like that. I mean, now when people look at me they get all nauseous and grossed out. I attempt to talk to people and they run away in fear cause they take one look at me and just can’t handle it. That’s probably the main reason why I hang out with FUBAR over there. They’ve been the only ones that can put up with my grotesque form. I guess all that bleach they drank before screwed up their inards so much that nothing is too F***ed up for them. I mean, I’ve caused people to go insane and FUBAR is already there. They’ve come up with a motto for me: Don’t mess with Banquo, He gets in your head… |