Fursona - Data Cross

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Mika's Room]

Raymond's glasses glinted creepily, hiding his eyes so his almost evil looking smirk was all that showed his emotions. "Ahh, but you're wrong. Powers aren't always offensive, like growing and firing spikes, or throwing fireballs. Powers are what give characters their edges, like healing, or an abnormally high defense. And creative? My my, creative and me, we go together like Clark Kent and Superman." The bespectacled pervert explained. "For one thing, Prowl's powers are... incomplete. Spontaneous. Random. They come and go like cheap whores. The only powers that are constantly with him are his Powerful Charm, and sex appeal. Really, if he wanted to have sex with something, that something will BEND OVER, begging to be taken. They could be straight girls, lesbians, and if Prowl was into guys, they'd bend over too. Now that coupled with his enhanced physical abilities, like his powerful legs and hip thrusts and insane speed... Bending over can be lethal, especially with the size I gave him. Unless of course... it was a really big chick or dude." Raymond snickered, fantasizing on one such scene in an RPG. "His last recurring power is an affinity with Darkness. Its all cliche, really, cuz his last name's Dharke. Gee... what was I thinking..." He mumbled to himself.