Countdown Initiated
Tales of Mad Bomber Jack spread rather slowly, however, they could have been considered to have spread rapidly given that most people who witnessed him, and more that did not, were utterly annihilated in his destruction. Typically, only the countdown to destruction was heard, a root for one of his nicknames and his official tag within the Rebels organization. While were speculated, he spent much time in the outlaw recluse formerly known as Australia, which could be told from his accent.
Countdown was an ideal anarchist. He saw no authority but the whim of his own, and few would stand to challenge his will. His sheer destructive power was enough to merit fear and respect, but his presence was equally intimidating. His mind was raked with insanity, leaving no room for compassion or sympathy. He acted without regard for consequences, injuring teammates sometimes more than his enemies. It was this behavior that elevated him in the ranks of the Rebels, not by the gang's choice, but by necessity of leadership.
Bomber's frame was lean but built. A red bandana covered most of his head, shadowing over his eyes, with a printed zero over his forehead. A similar marking appared on his left bicep. Long, thin, brown hair hanged out from it, down to his shoulders. His square chin, left covered in thick stubble, tended to bear a vicious grin. He donned a tight, black tank top that typically was hidden beneath his formal Rebel appearal, a tattered red shirt with a white, horned skull on the front. On his forearms rested the remains of the shirt's sleeves. His legs sported snug, black, leather pants tucked into darker black, leather, combat boots.
His soul was that of a destructive spirit, a malignant force responsible for the destruction of entire villages and the downfall of entire kingdoms. This horrible power manifested in the form of his deadly explosions. Gathering energy in his very flesh, the store could be released in a single instant with devastating results. The longer it wass accumulated, the stronger the blast. This ability was not tied to his verbal expression, starting each with "T-minus" and counting backwards to zero. He merely did this for his own sick desire.
A Superb Specimen
A lumbering hulk of immense size and greater strength, Superb stood out among regular men, and the bizarre, but the oddest thing about him was that there was nothing odd about him. Despite his muscle mass and girth, there was no unnatural reason for any of it. His soul was that of a human, a wandering spirit that lost its flesh after the Departure and happened to become recycled since there was no other worldly location to be whisked away to.
A massive being, Superb stood at three meters tall, assuming he ever stood straight. A green piece of cloth with the Rebels' Skull was wrapped around his head. Various pieces of patchworked cloths were stitched together to comprise his apparel, green over his torso and black leather over his legs. Sleeves were no constructed as there was not enough cloth nor would their be enough to encompass the bulging muscles.
A long time associate of Countdown, the giant stayed by his side as the two progressed through the Rebels. Separate, they were threatening enough, but together they quashed even notions of a group effort of opposition. Despite his size, brawn, and lack of speaking, Superb's mind was actually no less sharp than most's. Rather, he was just poor with word choice and preferred to let his actions speak for him.
