Super(Hero) Head of Household Challenge

Hey there, guys! Sorry for the delay, but here is my entry for the third Head of Household competition. I decided to do a unique entry. Let me just say this. My person is NOT a vigilante. A vigilante would kill someone who is about to rob a bank or something like that. My guy wouldn't do that. He'd be the guy robbing the bank to prove a point. Hope you guys enjoy! Sorry it's a little long, .

Entry:

Shown below is my hero that I’ve decided to write about for this challenge.

Name: Anthony McCaskey
Alias: “Tune of Death”
Powers/Back-story: “Tune of Death” doesn’t have any given powers, but he is very crafty and smart. He’s been compared to “Foxface” from the Hunger Game books. He has an IQ of 180 and is considered “highly gifted.” He maintains a job as an architect and constructs various city buildings and other designs, drawing in a heavy commission. Besides his hefty salary, McCaskey works on always having the upper hand among people. He tries to read through them, look at their true motives, and figure out if people are genuine or not. However, even with his average looks and large bank account, he remains single and isn’t into looking around for a significant other.
Due to the lack of “gadgets”, besides his intelligence, it might be difficult to figure out what his super power is. After being fed up with hearing depressing stories about people being murdered and no justice for the killers and nothing being done to prevent these crimes, “Tune of Death” decided to take action. Armed with just his brain, some scrawny muscles, and a little comical wit, Anthony meticulously plots out his crimes before he commits this. If this sounds like the works of a villain rather than a hero, don’t be confused. Anthony routinely participates in what he calls “rough justice”, in which he has to openly violate and break the law in order to get policies approved and prevention plans put into action. He’ll watch the news, hear people on the streets talk, be observant, and he’ll find out the insecurities of the common man and he will exploit those to his fullest capability. In the next couple of paragraphs, some of his more controversial acts will be elaborated and discussed.
After visiting a local café in New Orleans (New York is for rapists and perverts, he always says), he overheard a couple of college girls talking about being scared of creepers and weirdos at the local bars and the lack of security. By hearing these complaints, McCaskey set his next plan into motion. After locating the perfect place, the perfect condoms, the perfect attack, he proceed to rape and sexually assault fifteen women over the course of three days. Fueled by a disgust for the lack of concern with police officers and their nonchalant attitude towards rape victims, he decided to increase his tirade. After fifteen victims, a couple curable STDs, and a black eye later, he sexually violated three male police officers with pieces of PCP pipe, with gasoline as the lubricant. Following these cases, the RSAP (Rape and Sexual Assault Patrol) was created and rapists were caught, convicted, and even charged with crimes committed by “Tune of Death.” Even though he felt horrible about the nightmares and horrors that he infected on the eighteen men and women, he knew that is was necessary. It was necessary because if he had done nothing and not acted, then countless others would have been raped and assaulted and possibly killed. He felt he morally “owed” the victims to rape them, in order to help others.
The next incident happened when he was traveling in the state of Tennessee. He was at a local diner and overheard a gasoline tanker driver talking to his wife about how concerned he was that he couldn’t carry a weapon when driver his truck since it went against the Truck Driver Association (TDA) and he was always worried about getting jacked a gun point and being murdered for the gas that he was carrying. As Anthony overheard this, he prepared himself, remembering that he had a twelve-gauge shotgun in the trunk of his stolen car. He hurried himself out of the diner and made a small nick and cut in three tires on the truck. He knew that going at sixty miles per hour for half an hour, these would split and the truck driver would be forced to pull over. Anthony walked into the diner and finished his meal, waiting for the truck driver to leave before he followed half an hour later and, sure enough, the truck driver was pulled over on the side of the road. “Tune of Death” confronted him and, after some reasoning and acceptance, Tune blew off the man’s forehead, scattering his shitty “truck living area” with skull fragments. Tune set up a small set of time-delayed explosions to go off and he was about five miles away when the explosion occurred. He performed the exact same operation two more times as he drove back to New Orleans, promoting President Obama to enforce tighter security for gasoline truck drivers and allowing them to carry weapons in their trucks.
“Tune of Death” routinely uses one phrase that normally enrages his victims and makes killing, raping, or murdering them feel like it’s required. He says “Come at me and I’ll cut you down and gut you like a fucking fish.” He’s slaughtered people who were unfortunate to be in five local banks where security was loose. He torched upwards of three million dollars from the vaults and gunned down, gutted, lynched, raped, and pounded three hundred people in those five banks, never leaving a single victim. Victims, he claimed in bank robbery cases, gave communities hope that they could find the person who did this. He doesn’t provide hope, he shines a light on the shadows and imperfections of what is wrong with the world.
He doesn’t take mercy. He’s kidnapped children from daycares with low security, sniped police officers from buildings that had poor surveillance and weren’t up to code with law guidelines, poisons people at restaurants to cause an FBI investigation into an illegal drug trade, and much more. He’s not a vigilante because that is someone who works to prevent crime by attacking those who would commit the crime. McCaskey works to drill home the point of reforming and improving conditions so that the average people will feel safe and protected.

About: Besides the information previously stated, McCaskey hails from New Orleans. He doesn’t communicate anymore with his parents, since he can’t stand the looks from their faces. All through his young adult life, they would continuously support him through anything that he would or attempt. They put him through college and helped him get his city job as an architect. However, he is so disgusted with himself at the actions that he does, he can’t stand looking at his parents and he can’t look himself in the face in a mirror. He avoids eye contact with himself and considers his sole purpose to protect and watch out for the common good of the people, by making an example out of one of them and then having laws go into place to protect the others. “Tune of Death” doesn’t use excessive force, he just uses logic and he knows how people will react and takes that into account. He always outthinks his enemy and has yet to meet his match.

Villain One: His villain would have to be himself. As cliché as this sounds, McCaskey fears himself more than anyone else in the world. He is concerned that he rash actions could someday wind up hurting him. He normally acts on impulse and is never able to shake a thought or notion out of his mind. He’s rarely ever working on only one “scheme” at a time, but rather three or four, dealing with murdering someone to working a bank job, to shooting up an elementary school with exterior doors that don’t lock properly. He loathes himself. However, he doesn’t resort to the usual drinking or cutting, like many heroes and other people do when he is overwhelmed. Instead, he strives to come up with more places where he can improve society. Therefore, as he pushes himself to his breaking limit, struggling to see how he can make sure that another father doesn’t molest another son or daughter or make sure that homeless people aren’t set on fire for fun anymore (he had to set eight on fire to get the city to pass a Homeless Protection Ordinance). Truly, he dislikes his work and waits for the day that he won’t be trigger fast, will be slow with the draw, or something like that, but he knows that won’t come for many years, since he never leaves any DNA or other traces around the scenes that he works in.

Villain Two: His second villain is the director of the FBI, Miss Sheryl Connor. She continues to work and search for a connection between the different crimes that are committed in the greater New Orleans area. She continually flies down and has actually met with Anthony McCaskey on plans of perfecting the city architectural and improving cameras and coverage in “high risk areas.” Sheryl normally also comes down and investigates a string of crimes that Anthony commits and Anthony is generally her guide around New Orleans, by driving her to the various locations after her flight lands. In this respect, Anthony is like the “city’s bitch”, because they just have him do all of the bitch work. Connor is always asking another question, probing a little deeper, and seeks advice from Anthony to see if he has any advice for the killer, since, to quote her “I don’t buy this local bullshit that it’s a different person doing all of these fuck shit piss off crimes. City cops suck dick.” Anthony is always working on balancing his secret life from Connor and her searches for the doer of the crimes. Connor, even though she puts on a hard look and face, she doesn’t believe in her job and her skills. She feels like her job is a joke, that she is worthless, and struggles with concepts of accepting her skills and the number of hand jobs and blow jobs she had to give to get promoted to director (37 and a half (walked in on and abruptly stopping counts for a half, she believes)). She doesn’t mind getting her hands dirty and she’ll gladly through anyone underneath the bus as long as it makes her long good. She doesn’t give a fuck about anyone else and only tries to do her job, even though she knows she’s on borrowed time until the guy she is searching for gets her and she has accepted this fact.

Looks: There is no distinction between how Anthony McCaskey looks when he is a hero or when he is over thinking and overworking himself. He always has the same demeanor and attitude. He is very humble and doesn’t pride himself on being smarter than everyone else. He has shaggy brown hair and is thirty-five years old. He is six foot, two inches with not a lot of muscle. He wears glasses, which adds to his helpless appearance that normally doesn’t make him look like a threat at all. He doesn’t have any scars or marks across his face or body, no tattoos, nothing. He is just the average American. The guy that cut you off in traffic on Tuesday could be McCaskey, the guy you cut off on Saturday night might be him, or he could be the guy who ordered after you at Starbucks on Thursday. He prides himself on slipping quietly into the background at a concert about shooting the lead vocalist in a touring band or stealing a painting when the cameras go down for five minutes every morning to reset at a local museum to teach them a lesson. He’s got a look of innocence and doesn’t pose a threat to anyone unless he needs to.

As for Sheryl Connor, she has a face for radio. The other FBI agents routinely joke behind her back if he face needs any bread (they are hinting that she has a butter face). Her body, on the other hand, is sleek and slender. She weighs a modest one hundred and thirty pounds and has petite breasts. She stands at five feet, six inches but is in tip-top shape. She has golden blonde locks of hair with a natural curl. Her blonde hair gives off the illusion that she is just a stupid blonde in a suit and pencil skirt and the freckles on her face seem to give the impression that she’s 16 instead of 26. She normally looks too dressed up for her facial looks, but she doesn’t let that stop her. She’s pretty much a honey badger and doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone else thinks about her looks.











I hope it's good and maybe I'll win, . Talk to you guys soon!

~Lacey