Joey_Destroyer_of_Worlds

"I'm 15, and can throw North America into the sun. Lay off." Joey snapped at Rhys, as he walked off. What an asshole, he thought, as he turned back around, hands across his chest. Joey didn't need Rhys' approval. Joey wasn't even sure if he needed to be here. The team was composed of weirdos and assholes. Usually not the most stellar mix, especially for an A-list godly figure like his self. Running a hand through his greased black hair, he nodded as Custodian gave some brief directions. The training room should be fun, he thought, as he began to walk that way. However, suddenly, he was halted by the Custodian, who called out to him.

"Uh... Sure," He shrugged, walking over with her. Did he already get in trouble? I swear, if she starts lecturing me, I'm flying to the god damned Moon. "What's up?" Joey put on a smile, eyes glancing over to the group as they departed. He considered killing Rhys with a bolt of lightning, shrugged, and looked back once more.

@the_custodian@rhys_eichner

Dear lord.

The perfect One Night Stand candidate.

A NAZI.

@bayescabral: You did a very good.

Is he a support?

EDIT: Lol, I love this. Welcome to the writing community.

He's a Shakespearean character, in that he's rather tragic. In fact, during the course of Star Wars, Vader is not the villain so much as Palapatine is, and in the end Vader's own corruption is evident to himself, so he kills the Emperor as a way to redeem himself.

Not a villain so much as a hero who took the wrong path.

And most of his villain "weight" simply comes with how iconic he is.

@thisisgonnahurt: I'll post for you tomorrow BB, I swear.

As the robot and his dapper creator left the group of youth, Joey turned around to them, grin almost as bright as the sun. Hands clenched into fists that rested on his hips, in a most super-heroic posture, he stood with the pride and defiance that came with super human physiology, despite how he lacked such now. He flexed, quickly, striking a pose. Glancing around, he noted each person's presence, with their strengths, backstories, sob stories, so on and so forth. After a while, it all seemed to blend together. With a finger gun, he addressed each member of the party, starting with the alien life form of the Custodian.

"That's a depressing story," he turned to Nana, finger moving with him all the while as he continued. "That's weird, that's dope," he stressed, speaking of Renegade now. "You're cool too, Ricecakes, and you are..." He waved an idle finger at Stella, not fully remembering her from their previous encounter. As someone who frequently dealt with metahumans, eventually they seemed to blend in with each other. "Ah, I'm drawing a blank here." He let the high five go unanswered, and turned back to the team, crunching into one of Stella's cookies mercilessly as he did so. Joey's eyes darted across the group, wondering exactly how useful they would be.

"So listen, I'm not entirely sure if you guys are necessary. Now don't get me wrong, teams are cool and all, but I'm sorta a god, in the polytheistic sense... So I vote me for team leader, as I'm naturally the ultimate choice." With that, he summoned a blast of mythical lightning, which transformed him into his adult, Olympian form, electricity harmlessly surging through him and around him, like a mystic aura. Joey grinned once more, his voice now echoing with the voice of Zeus.

"If it's ok with all of us."

@joey_destroyer_of_worlds: @neuromind: @the_custodian: @a-friend: @renegade84: @rhys_eichner: @stella_star

When the link wasn't a meme at all

And now you're dead

@neuromind: @the_custodian@a-friend@stella_star

"Woah, a robot!" A booming voice said, as gliding down from the skies came Joey Beckham. Now a man, the boy-god stood taller than all the rest of the would-be team, eyes shimmering with electrical energy, hair slicked back like a greaser. He turned to look at the others, before summoning the power of Zeus to strike down a bolt of lightning upon him- changing him back into his child form. Cracking his neck, Joey looked towards the robot, Pronto, and folded his arms across his chest. "I always wanted a robot."

The team concept was sketchy to Joey. He had attempted joining teams before, until it turned out that the teams in question were filled with losers, or phonies. At first look, it didn't seem like the team was anything special. Bunch of losers, he pondered. Or phonies.

OR LOSER PHONIES.

True, Zeus, they very well may be loser-phonies.

"My name is Joey Beckham, The Olympian, Destroyer of Worlds, Bringer of Justice, God of Wreckin' Plebs, Puncher of Exemplar, and Heir to Olympus." With a thumbs up, he soon after extended his hand to shake the robot's. "Now, fetch me a burger, with fries and a coke!"