Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 17:10:49 GMT -8
Secret Origin:
Basil of Baker Street was a highly successful private consulting detective in Mousetorian England. His investigation of a series of "impossible" locked-room burglaries eventually led Basil to the thief: a time-travelling thief from the future.
In the combat that ensued, the time machine was damaged, sending the burglar to parts unknown and catapulting the mouse detective far into the future while bathting him in strange energies of unknown properties.
Thus, when Basil opened his eyes on the 21st century, he soon discovered that his body was charged with this energy, and that he could radiate it at will.
Interesting as this phenomena proved, it did not preclude the necessities of daily existence, and as Basil was cast upon this inhospitable shore with neither friends nor funds, he set about at once to establish himself in the city, prepared to, as usual, live by his wits.
Some things are easier said than done.
Taking a tiny flat in an unprepossessing part of town, Basil soon learnt that life here would be far more difficult than he'd imagined. Everything was so dashed expensive, for one. And any sort of furnishings he might fancy to make his sparse rooms more liveable were only to to be found in antique shoppes. How fortunate that the little money he had in his pockets was considered antique as well, and was worth considerably more than face value. As it turned out, Basil was able to purchase a few necessaries and precious little else.
Worse, it seemed that setting himself up as a consulting detective was going to be far more difficult than anticipated. The police were more efficient than in his own time, for one thing, having adopted many of Basil's methods of crime-scene investigation. And there were many private detectives in the city with whom he would find himself in competition. Besides which, licenses and fees and all manner of difficulties thrown up in his way. Why, a chap couldn't even own a revolver without securing a permit!
If he hadn't had his new powers to pique his curiosity, Basil would surely have sunk into one of his moods of depression. As it was, he spent considerable time experimenting with his newly-found abilities. If only he could get himself a case, these powers might prove invaluable.
Eventually, Basil learnt of the existence of a new sort of criminal agent: the super-hero. These masked vigilantes upheld the law, but they were not subject to the constraints of the workaday detective, a fact which encouraged the mouse to try that route on his own.
Perhaps, if he could establish a reputation for his masked alter-ego, clients might be inclined to hire such a one in lieu of a conventional detective.
Thus was born Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier. Basil had considered "Dark Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier of the Night," but didn't want to overdo it.
Now he prowls the city by night, seeking to make his mark in an alien world.
Basil of Baker Street was a highly successful private consulting detective in Mousetorian England. His investigation of a series of "impossible" locked-room burglaries eventually led Basil to the thief: a time-travelling thief from the future.
In the combat that ensued, the time machine was damaged, sending the burglar to parts unknown and catapulting the mouse detective far into the future while bathting him in strange energies of unknown properties.
Thus, when Basil opened his eyes on the 21st century, he soon discovered that his body was charged with this energy, and that he could radiate it at will.
Interesting as this phenomena proved, it did not preclude the necessities of daily existence, and as Basil was cast upon this inhospitable shore with neither friends nor funds, he set about at once to establish himself in the city, prepared to, as usual, live by his wits.
Some things are easier said than done.
Taking a tiny flat in an unprepossessing part of town, Basil soon learnt that life here would be far more difficult than he'd imagined. Everything was so dashed expensive, for one. And any sort of furnishings he might fancy to make his sparse rooms more liveable were only to to be found in antique shoppes. How fortunate that the little money he had in his pockets was considered antique as well, and was worth considerably more than face value. As it turned out, Basil was able to purchase a few necessaries and precious little else.
Worse, it seemed that setting himself up as a consulting detective was going to be far more difficult than anticipated. The police were more efficient than in his own time, for one thing, having adopted many of Basil's methods of crime-scene investigation. And there were many private detectives in the city with whom he would find himself in competition. Besides which, licenses and fees and all manner of difficulties thrown up in his way. Why, a chap couldn't even own a revolver without securing a permit!
If he hadn't had his new powers to pique his curiosity, Basil would surely have sunk into one of his moods of depression. As it was, he spent considerable time experimenting with his newly-found abilities. If only he could get himself a case, these powers might prove invaluable.
Eventually, Basil learnt of the existence of a new sort of criminal agent: the super-hero. These masked vigilantes upheld the law, but they were not subject to the constraints of the workaday detective, a fact which encouraged the mouse to try that route on his own.
Perhaps, if he could establish a reputation for his masked alter-ego, clients might be inclined to hire such a one in lieu of a conventional detective.
Thus was born Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier. Basil had considered "Dark Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier of the Night," but didn't want to overdo it.
Now he prowls the city by night, seeking to make his mark in an alien world.
