BoloOfEarth

Hey, what about that Eel character?  I mean, we always get the POV of Fish Guy and he mentions that Eel guy a lot.  Maybe it's time to give Eel some time in the spotlight. 
 
And I know I already gave a list of three, but I was thinking that to give you a challenge, you could go with a non-powered character (say Pinprick's son, Valerosa's mom, the postal worker who helped save Eel and Viewpoint, or even one of the reporters).  Just a thought.
 
 

Eat Your Soul would be my ex-girlfriend.  Don't know whose picture that is, though.

Step Out
Virginia Wilmore was a decent, church going, moral woman. She was a loving wife, and took pride in her profession as a nurse. She was a helper.
How far her power has grown, and how far her ethics have fallen. Already an attractive woman, Virginia seemed to tone up, shape up, became even more attractive, or maybe it was more confidence mixed with discarding her old sense of modesty that really sold it? When she began to teleport, she was filled with wonder, of course, but she also began to realize a fact... she was better than other people. She deserved more. And she was going to get what she deserved.
 
Her job as nurse and powers made it easy for her to steal drugs and equipment from the hospital without getting caught. In case of cameras, she was one of the first to don a mask, but her growing vanity soon had that accompanied by a rather revealing costume. From there, she began a full blown career as not just a thief, but as a transporter for the other Denizens and  other criminals willing to pay her for her services. She's no weakling in a fight,  able to apport others high in the air to plunge, or simply causing them to blink in place so rapidly they pass out. She hasn't killed yet, acting like that's beneath her... but she doesn't feel any guilt at getting killers to their target. That's not on HER is it?
 
No longer faithful to her husband, she's taken more than one lover when the mood strikes her, though most men consider her a 'tease'. Vain, selfish, and greedy; Virginia Wilmore, the old one, is long gone. Now, in her place, is the woman called Step Out.

Another man whose life was going nowhere was Paul Grady. He had an ordinary office job and it was mundane until he was made redundant. Stuck in the apartment trying to work out what jobs to apply for and how he would have to pay rent, the chemicals and mutagens got to work while the subliminal messages turned him to the course of evil. He dreamed of another existence and when he woke he looked into the mirror and saw a stranger, a corpulent moustached fellow with a bulbous nose and large horn rimmed glasses. Startled he shook and resumed his own appearance. Puzzled he looked into the mirror again and slowly pictured himself as the stranger again. Lo and behold he changed gradually. And he had power, power over the lesser beings, power over their minds for he had developed mental powers. He found these powers only came with the new form and over a few days he experimented as he could now hear peoples thoughts, make them believe they saw things they did not, temporarily paralyse their minds and cause them pain. Then working on the basis 'Go Big or Go Home' he walked into his former employment and went after the bosses causing them to transfer money to him and some of their possessions before making them unsure of what they had done and to whom. As he returned to the apartment he let the others know he was aware of them and was prepared to be their leader. For like other mentalists before him he has an entire chip shop on his shoulder. He is Magnum Opus
 
an odd effect of the transformation is that Paul can be read by a telepath in his own ID and it will show nothing of his criminal career. However as Magnum Opus IF someone got through his ego and mental defences all would be revealed including the others. But how powerful would you have to be to do that ?

Makeup
 
Yvonne Fairchild has worked at many tasks in her 80 or so years. Barmaid, dancer-for-hire, waitress, numbers runner, thief, streetwalker when she was down and out...which was more often then she'd like to remember. Her latest one has been as a cosmetics specialist and beautician in a mid-scale beauty salon. She's still working because she has never managed to put together any sort of savings, and Social Security ran out years ago. 
But of late she's been using her makeup skills a lot on herself...because without them she doesn't look like an eighty year old anymore. In fact, she looks like she did when she was 30...well, actually, better, since Yvonne was never much of a looker. And the beautician job isn't being done for the meagre pay, but to find victims.
When she finds someone willing to chat, who has some money, who is single or otherwise living alone, that's when she strikes. She uses her ability to teleport through mirrors to go straight from her rooms to the victim's place, her knowledge of makeup to make herself unrecognizable, her newfound strength and vitality to capture the woman (or man - men don't come as often to the salon, but she isn't picky). She makes them tell her where all the money is, all the valuables, and then she paints their face - with acidic, poisonous makeup of her own devising. They come out of it beautiful to look at, but underneath, their faces are melting...
None of her victims have survived so far, and the Police have instituted a task force to find the "Makeup Killer". But who would suspect a little old lady?
 
On the team side, she acts as a scout and infiltrator. She's actually quite capable of combat, but she dislikes it. The others know she's someone in the building, but not that it is little granny Yvonne from the fourth floor.
 

My Way
 
Donald Trembly was arguably a bit of a self-centered narcissistic jerk even before the mutagens and subliminal conditioning.  You know the guy that pulls your half-finished laundry out of the communal washing machine because he doesn't want to wait?  The guy that has your car towed when you just parked a few inches over the line, rather than ask you to move it?  The guy who calls in noise complaints on his neighbors, then has a loud party that runs until 3 am?  That guy who stares and leers at any cute girl going past, making her more than nervous? That was Donnie.  His favorite phrase was, "It's my way, or the highway" but honestly, he didn't see that there was any way but his way.
 
The mutations and subliminal conditioning dialed his jerkiness up to 11 and gave him the power to back it up.  He's now a brick powerhouse, strong enough to compress your laundry into a ultra-hard cube, toss your car a block or more, and clap his hands hard enough to cause a shockwave that shatters windows and pulverizes walls.  He's taken the name "My Way" and throws his weight around wherever he likes.
 
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I don't have any real idea for a new team, so I'll leave it to whomever wants to post a team idea.
 
 

Eel ? Sounds slimy and gross
 
As for a non powered representation?
Not a bad idea. And while technically Lady Obsidian might qualify I know she is not who you mean.
 
Of course, a certain Punk Rocker who hopes to sell out is probably performing with the other Kennedy Can't Duck band members as the wedding singers. No promises
 
I also considered a super powered individual who had no team affiliation but rather made a career of hiring him/herself out to super teams to play substitute during special events.  Got a Wedding day you need someone else to patrol during? Can do. New Years party and you want to get tipsy without guilt? Got it covered! Have a relative undergoing a bar mitzva? Will fight crime while you watch on in pride!

Hey, what about that Eel character?  I mean, we always get the POV of Fish Guy and he mentions that Eel guy a lot.  Maybe it's time to give Eel some time in the spotlight. 
 
And I know I already gave a list of three, but I was thinking that to give you a challenge, you could go with a non-powered character (say Pinprick's son, Valerosa's mom, the postal worker who helped save Eel and Viewpoint, or even one of the reporters).  Just a thought.
 
 

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

I thought Jif was a brand of peanut butter.

From the photos, I assume.
 
Just the ones autographed in Biro, though, to be certain of authenticity.
 
 

Accidentally.
 
There.
 
All better.
 

 
 

Three? Three? THREE? I have to think one, two, three times for this? Hermit, old buddy, old pal, you owe me forever. 
 
So, Pogo, obvs. Next up, Pinprick, not because I like the annoying little dude (archers, sheesh), but because clearly he's your favourite and I expect to see you fly free when you're channeling his voice. Finally, Slime, because their perspective is going to be the weirdest and hardest to communicate and I am an evil person.
 
If it helps, I was trying to put myself in the mind of an amoeboid functioning in a solid world, and I suddenly found myself imagining a Hanna Barbara world. For an amoeboid, real humans and their built environment blends into their visual comic art to an uncanny extent. "As usual, especially since he started secreting his upper octant down-oriented vertex dermal collagen structure, seeing Caleb burst into the room left me wondering why no gawky, oversized Great Dane came skittering in after him." 
 
Anyway, that's what I think, so it must be true. 

Faceless
 
Frances Lecter was a minor YouTube celebrity with a channel all about horror movie reviews. The chemical have brought the horror film character he has started writing a screenplay about called "Faceless" to life. When he transforms into Faceless, he is a super humanly strong and durable being without a face nor need to breathe and a violent streak which makes Jason Voorhees look like a quire boy.
 
Even when not transformed, Frances has become more antisocial, rairly posting his reviews on YouTube anymore, and quick to anger and resort to violence. Faceless' trademark is to rip off the faces of the people he has killed.

I'll probably be going as this dapper fellow.
 

I read once about some frat guys who dressed up as little old ladies and carried a door around.  They'd knock on the homeowner's door and, when they homeowner opened it, the frat guys would open their own door, gush over the "costume" the homeowner was wearing, and give the homeowner candy, as if the homeowner was trick-or-treating.  Just the idea of it cracked me up.

I'll probably be going as this dapper fellow.