The American Consumer

PERSONAL

Gender: Female

Kit: Normal

Location: Las Vegas

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Solo Hero

VITAL STATS

Strength: superior (rank 2)

Agility: weak (rank 0)

Mind: standard (rank 1)

Body: superior (rank 2)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )

RECORD

Fame Points: 0

Personal Wins: 5

Personal Losses: 38

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0

STATUS

Status: Active

PoisonPen

Perussi Gusto was a fashion model on the verge of hitting the big leagues. Her whole life she had never wanted anything but to be a model -- which was unfortunate for someone with a sweet tooth and an insatiable appetite. In order to maintain her size zero waistline, Perussi had to practice binge-and-purge, leaving her in constant hunger. While waiting for the break which would see her progress past underwear catalogues and local fashion shows to walk the runways of Milan and Paris, Perussi moved to Las Vegas, where she became a casino showgirl to make ends meet (and maintain her expensive lifestyle).

One day, on her way home from the casino, Perussi was accosted in an alleyway by a man with a knife. Though terrified, Perussi found that the more frightened she became, the hungrier she got, until she could stand no more. Moving by instict, Perussi snatched up the surprised mugger, unhinged her jaw like a snake, and stuffed him head-first into her maw. With a quick couple of gulps, the screaming criminal was plunged into Perussi's belly where he quickly dissolved into goo. Feeling truly full for the first time in her life, Perussi gave up her dreams of being a fashion model and embarked on a quest to clean the mean streets of Vegas of crime like a giant platter of meaty bonbons.

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The American Consumer is sort of, you know, mildly annoyed with crime. She seems to remember hearing some politician or other complaining about crime or prisons, or something like that (she doesn't pay much attention to politics, but sometimes while reading the fashion pages, she will stumble across a news item), and that awful, awful man who smelled like wet dog (and tasted like SPAM and onions) DID try to mug her or rape her or sell her a magazine or something, so she doesn't feel too badly about gobbling up the evil-doers. And of course not only does she get to sate her growling belly, but she discovered that digesting millions and millions of calories worth of people in a sitting made her ferociously strong and durable. Bonus!

 

Consume, consume, consume!

     Disintegration: superior (rank 2)

  • Multi-Attack

 

The American Consumer has the power (and desire) to gobble up almost anything or anyone. Though not very fast, if she can get close enough to get her hands on someone, she's strong enough to shove them in her maw. Her jaw unhinges to allow her to swallow large objects, and her throat and midsection can stretch to outrageous sizes to accomodate her meal. The acids in her belly work very very quickly, turning her victims into wet glop in minutes. Even bones and metal are no match for her ravenous tummy. In fact, the American Consumer has yet to find anything she can't digest. So far she hasn't eaten anything larger than a compact car for fear of immobilizing herself until she can finish digesting it, but she has gobbled down entire street gangs with ease and digest them all.

 

Power gobbling

     Energy Absorption: standard (rank 1)

 

The American Consumer has found little she can't devour. Radiation, lasers, electicity, she just opens her mouth wide and sucks, slurping down gigawatts of power like a plate of spicy noodles.

 

Thunder thighs

     Kinetic Absorption: standard (rank 1)

 

In addition to making her powerfully strong, munching on evil has given the American Consumer hard-packed flab resistant to damage and puncture. Punches sink harmlessly into her rubbery flesh, and occasionally she's even found bullets wedged between rolls of fat after her snacks have objected violently to joining her for lunch.

 

Fast metabolism

     Regeneration: standard (rank 1)

 

Fortunately for the American Consumer, her metabolism is capable of burning through calories at a ferocious rate. If she has suffered injuries or has tired herself out by walking up a flight of stairs, she need only grab the nearest struggling rapist or litterbug and shove him down her yawning gawp to refresh herself in minutes. So much for those health warnings about cholesterol, eh?