Spindle
Name: Spindle
Based On: Dave
Identifying Quote: "BWAHAHAHAHAAA!"
Rank: Johnny's Man Friday
Title: Dark God of Twisty-Caps
Note: Once he was a hip, clean-cut yuppie of the universe. Then his hat was shattered and the shards pierced his brain. He's never been the same since. Spindle is like an animal in a human's body, always snarling, chomping at the bit, the wildness inside trying to free itself. One can easily see this by looking into his eyes... dancing within his pupils are constantly-shifting fractal patterns. When he speaks, Spindle tends to confuse his "to exist" verbs, like be/am and is/are. Spindle's favorite thing to do is destroy things. Not just property, like Spherosis; he likes to kill people. As violently as possible. So they splatter all over, limbs and organs and bones hitting the ground in a shower of death. That's what he digs. He does have occasional moments of lucidity, but not often enough to make him a reliable advisor.
Advantages: Spindle doesn't rely much on his godliness. When he does, though, he can shoot energy twisty-caps with deadly accuracy, drop time-bomb twisty caps, speed over the land in his Twistycraft, and several other powers he's never used. Mostly, rather than using his godly abilities, he destroys using his massive arsenal of army surplus weaponry. Way down in the basements of all of Johnny's headquarterses, Spindle has ridiculous amounts of handguns, machine guns, elephant guns, howitzers, land mines, hand grenades, flamethrowers, tanks, MICVs, ICBMs, hydrogen bombs, doomsday weapons, Best Of Bass Masters videotapes, and hundreds of other weapons that he bought for next to nothing.
Disadvantages: When he's in one of his kill-frenzies, Spindle might actually turn on one of his comrades if he's bothered by them. He's also not particularly loyal to Johnny, and may go off on his own when he's bothered by JB's decisions.
Appearance:Spindle is short and solid, like a mailbox. He wears a charcoal grey Armani suit with a loud tie. One of his fashion quirks is his tendency to wear his boxer shorts on the outside of his pants. He may or may not wear a huge white twisty-cap as a hat; if he doesn't, it'll be easy to see the plastic shards grotesquely jutting from his skull-- remainders of a previous hat. His hair is short and dark.