Well, I guess the first thing to say would be that guy? He isn’t real. I made him up. He’s a character I play in City of Villains (which normally I would be preparing to play CoV here shortly, but I feel bleh and actually plan to be sleeping in about a half an hour or so), and after playing him in CoV, he became also one of several characters in a long, ongoing series of stories I am writing.
His name is Rictor. He’s one of my most favorite characters to play, prolly my favorite villain. I have (utter geek out moment) dumped over 400 million infamy (game money) on him, macking him out, will probably dump at least that once again over on him continuing to do so, when we are running high level villains and something else is not needed, I play him. And I like writing about him and his lunatic dysfunctional family as much as I like playing him…
And make no mistake, he is a bad, bad man. Most horrible things a person can do- he’s been there, done that. Most bad qualities you can think about a person- specifically a man person having- he has ‘em. Dude is a hard-drinking, drug abusing, violence loving, hateful, mean, mean, mean junk yard dog of a person. And when I play him, nah, it is not all about watching an animated ass I prefer over others.
For me, playing and writing about a dude like Rictor is…cathartic. It is a massive much-needed release for angst and anger and hatred and just seriously sinister and sadistic shit that lurks around builds up in my head. It’s a much-needed outlet. ‘Liking’ a character like Rictor is out of the question, but I love the hell out of that dude…prolly wouldn’t want to date him, but yeah. And sure enough, sometimes I get and understand him a whole lot more than…well…would make people comfortable.
People need outlets, I am a big believer in that…and mine currently is a 6’2″ speed freak asshole from Arkansas, and thus far, the rotten S.O.B. has never done me wrong.