Aliases: Lucky Luke, L,
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 185 pounds
Species: Human (?????)
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship status: Hopeless
Occupation: Philantropist, investment fund owner,
Identity: Secret
Powers:
My powers? I think they should be pretty straightforward, you know? I'm incredibly handsome, born with an enviable sense of humor and packing more than you can handle, ladies. A charming prince, indeed. However, if you mean actual powers, I suppose it's way less impressive.
I'm CIA's wet dream, so to speak.
The mentality of a soldier, the regenerative properties of a god, the good looks of a 007 actor and the voice of an angel. I was cursed with immortality, and before you come here and start bullshitting me about how amazing my powers are and how incredibly lucky I am, I'm already telling you to expletive off. It's not easy. I can feel pain just fine, but having this uncanny skill to heal your head in record time really bugs me out. Shots don't phase me, swords can slice but aren't really a problem, words still hurt equally though. I have a soft heart.
Aside from that, the Superpower wikia would usually want me to talk about outstanding powers such as... Weapon usage, fighting ability and all that stuff military usually teaches you, y'know? Definitely powers. Anyways, I need to fill in more space so the Bio doesn't look too small. Might as well brag about my ability while holding a pointy, long swords, which I'll wield to teleport behind you and then murk you like the newb you are.
In other words, I'm pretty decent. Don't pick a fight with me. I'll probably be murderstomped by you, so, seriously, leave me alone. I already have self-esteem issues and the psychologist won't enjoy having to work on that even harder.
As a matter of fact, ever realized how we pay some people only to complain? Like, seriously Scott, get a grip. Sheesh...
