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Your Name: Doc (which is really confusing when I refer to Billy as Doc.)
Age: 18
Username: kabutits
Email: thatkumoscum@yahoo.com
AIM: doctornolicense
Character Name: Billy, “Dr. Horrible”
Series: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog (and I use the events described in the comic off-shoots as well!)
Timeline: A little ways into Act II (just before he completes the Freeze Ray.)
Background: Have a Wiki! Note that this doesn't get into the origin comic (a few pages available for preview here) although I consider it canon since Zack Whedon wrote it. Nothing in the comics changes the character in the webisodes, but if elaboration's needed I can write something up about it.
Spoken / written languages: English.
Abilities: Well. He's pretty smart. And his inventions mostly work. You want a transmatter ray? He'll give you a transmatter ray, and it'll totally transport diamonds and stuff through space. You just need to be okay with the fact that they might... End up in liquid form. Or something. (Look, it's a work-in-progress...)
Apart from the super brain, Doc's a pretty normal guy. He does seem to have a bit of extraordinary resilience though, because he gets beat up by Captain Hammer countless times -- being choked and smashed into walls and flung into billboards and having cars thrown at his head -- but he always walks away none too worse for the wear. Fantasy physics, perhaps.
Also, he sings pretty well. Vocal coaches: they're worth it.
Items: Lab coat. Goggles. An incomplete Freeze Ray that doesn't do anything but looks pretty awesome.
Third Person Sample:
Super strength just was not Dr. Horrible’s style.
In this town, you thought of super strength and all that came to mind were heroes. Partly… Mostly because of Captain Hammer (Gigantic Tool, sounds just like some spinoff of Dr. Quinn--) but also because when you took a look at any decent supervillain out there, you saw they don’t have to rely on brawn. Did Bad Horse become the Thoroughbred of Sin because he spent Thursday afternoons at the Gold’s Gym?
Let’s get serious here.
Dr. Horrible wasn’t going to toss years of established villain code by beefing up to match his opponent. He had his brains, which theoretically would put him and his scrawny self on equal footing with Hammer’s proportionally stronger muscles and proportionally… Well, the rest is obvious (the guy was, frankly, as smart as his namesake.) Point being, he could defeat that pompous prick, he was positive. And this, was going to prove it.
Imagine, for a moment, your daily mail. What arrives? Bills, letters from Mom, court summons, credit card offers, the local newspaper that no one ever reads but gets kept on the kitchen counter for days as some guilty reminder that there are people out there that have to write this stuff? Important things. Now imagine if your mailbox -- if every mailbox in L.A.! -- suddenly blew up one afternoon. Yeeeeessss. Can you feel it? The chaos, the anarchy run rampant, the mass hysteria that would ensue! Belated birthday cards, missed jury duty, inadvertent tax evasion! An undermining of the status quo!
That, ladies and gentlemen, was Dr. Horrible’s newest and surely most heinous plan. Got to hit them where it hurts. Got to take the… The javelin of evil and fling it at the target of--
“--oh.” Metaphor cut off. Sharp, slightly-charred mailbox post hurtling at face. Thank goodness for, uh, mostly sharp reflexes.
“I was expecting you, Captain Hammer!” Called out at his attacker from where he’d flung himself to the ground, this perhaps didn’t sound quite as truthful as intended. Dr. Horrible scrambled to an eviller-looking, more upright position. With a flourish, he drew a stun ray from somewhere in his coat and hefted it, chin high with a steely glint in his eye. “And this ‘letter’ has your name on it.”
BZZZAP goes the stun ray.
Oh yeah. That sounded cool.
First Person Sample:
Okay... Well, this won't be too bad. I think.
"Dr. Horrible's Blog On A Boat" has kind of a ring to it, I guess. It'll make for a cool featurette at any rate. Some viewers were complaining about the material in my journal... [he's looking at a point just past the camera now, off in a world of his own.] Complaining about my blog? I just-- almost-- robbed a bank, and they're complaining?
[whoops, back to reality now!] ...But hey. If my, uh, gracious host is among my viewers here... Would you mind making this trip short? See, I've really got my application to the Evil League of Evil to work on... Which you should know if you've been following my show. Which you must have. Because you kidnapped me because you're a fan, right?
[he gives the camera a dubious look. "right?' several awkward seconds pass, his eyes narrow, and he suddenly reaches to cut off the feed.]
Preferred Quarters: Surprise me!
Age: 18
Username: kabutits
Email: thatkumoscum@yahoo.com
AIM: doctornolicense
Character Name: Billy, “Dr. Horrible”
Series: Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog (and I use the events described in the comic off-shoots as well!)
Timeline: A little ways into Act II (just before he completes the Freeze Ray.)
Background: Have a Wiki! Note that this doesn't get into the origin comic (a few pages available for preview here) although I consider it canon since Zack Whedon wrote it. Nothing in the comics changes the character in the webisodes, but if elaboration's needed I can write something up about it.
Spoken / written languages: English.
Abilities: Well. He's pretty smart. And his inventions mostly work. You want a transmatter ray? He'll give you a transmatter ray, and it'll totally transport diamonds and stuff through space. You just need to be okay with the fact that they might... End up in liquid form. Or something. (Look, it's a work-in-progress...)
Apart from the super brain, Doc's a pretty normal guy. He does seem to have a bit of extraordinary resilience though, because he gets beat up by Captain Hammer countless times -- being choked and smashed into walls and flung into billboards and having cars thrown at his head -- but he always walks away none too worse for the wear. Fantasy physics, perhaps.
Also, he sings pretty well. Vocal coaches: they're worth it.
Items: Lab coat. Goggles. An incomplete Freeze Ray that doesn't do anything but looks pretty awesome.
Third Person Sample:
Super strength just was not Dr. Horrible’s style.
In this town, you thought of super strength and all that came to mind were heroes. Partly… Mostly because of Captain Hammer (Gigantic Tool, sounds just like some spinoff of Dr. Quinn--) but also because when you took a look at any decent supervillain out there, you saw they don’t have to rely on brawn. Did Bad Horse become the Thoroughbred of Sin because he spent Thursday afternoons at the Gold’s Gym?
Let’s get serious here.
Dr. Horrible wasn’t going to toss years of established villain code by beefing up to match his opponent. He had his brains, which theoretically would put him and his scrawny self on equal footing with Hammer’s proportionally stronger muscles and proportionally… Well, the rest is obvious (the guy was, frankly, as smart as his namesake.) Point being, he could defeat that pompous prick, he was positive. And this, was going to prove it.
Imagine, for a moment, your daily mail. What arrives? Bills, letters from Mom, court summons, credit card offers, the local newspaper that no one ever reads but gets kept on the kitchen counter for days as some guilty reminder that there are people out there that have to write this stuff? Important things. Now imagine if your mailbox -- if every mailbox in L.A.! -- suddenly blew up one afternoon. Yeeeeessss. Can you feel it? The chaos, the anarchy run rampant, the mass hysteria that would ensue! Belated birthday cards, missed jury duty, inadvertent tax evasion! An undermining of the status quo!
That, ladies and gentlemen, was Dr. Horrible’s newest and surely most heinous plan. Got to hit them where it hurts. Got to take the… The javelin of evil and fling it at the target of--
“--oh.” Metaphor cut off. Sharp, slightly-charred mailbox post hurtling at face. Thank goodness for, uh, mostly sharp reflexes.
“I was expecting you, Captain Hammer!” Called out at his attacker from where he’d flung himself to the ground, this perhaps didn’t sound quite as truthful as intended. Dr. Horrible scrambled to an eviller-looking, more upright position. With a flourish, he drew a stun ray from somewhere in his coat and hefted it, chin high with a steely glint in his eye. “And this ‘letter’ has your name on it.”
BZZZAP goes the stun ray.
Oh yeah. That sounded cool.
First Person Sample:
Okay... Well, this won't be too bad. I think.
"Dr. Horrible's Blog On A Boat" has kind of a ring to it, I guess. It'll make for a cool featurette at any rate. Some viewers were complaining about the material in my journal... [he's looking at a point just past the camera now, off in a world of his own.] Complaining about my blog? I just-- almost-- robbed a bank, and they're complaining?
[whoops, back to reality now!] ...But hey. If my, uh, gracious host is among my viewers here... Would you mind making this trip short? See, I've really got my application to the Evil League of Evil to work on... Which you should know if you've been following my show. Which you must have. Because you kidnapped me because you're a fan, right?
[he gives the camera a dubious look. "right?' several awkward seconds pass, his eyes narrow, and he suddenly reaches to cut off the feed.]
Preferred Quarters: Surprise me!