Name: Aristotle Means
Vehicle: Zephyr (This 1976 Monte Carlo that Aristotle inherited from an uncle has been terrorizing other drivers, pedestrians, and young children playing in their front yards for decades.)
Vehicle Armor: 5/5 (Aristotle has owned this car for over 20 years, yet it's barely been damaged after countless fender-benders. When we questioned him about his role in said fender-benders, Aristotle responded with, "Those assholes had it coming! If those idiots think it's alright to merge in front of me when there's no one behind me, then they have it coming!")
Vehicle Speed: 3/5 (After years of nagging and guilt from his mother, Aristotle can't bring himself to drive too fast or too slow.)
Vehicle Handling: Sluggish (Aristotle hasn't taken his car in for maintenance in over a decade after his mechanic, Costa Loteisis, moved away; because Aristotle will be damned if he trusts his car to some price gouging xeno garage that will sabotage his trusty vehicle instead of actually fixing it.)
Special Weapon: 4/5 (Spear of Themis- The spear of a great legal warrior in service to the Goddess of Law. With its immense power at his disposal, Aristotle is able to strike down all who dare to oppose him in his quest for justice. However, while its power is quite imposing, the Spear of Themis cannot hurt what it can't reach with its moderate range.)
Bio: I am Aristotle Means- defense attorney, professor, and servant to Themis. Many years ago, in my hour of need, I pledged my loyalty to the Goddess of Law in exchange for her assistance; and ever since that fateful day, that is what I have done in the form of performing various tasks for Themis. However, because of an idealistic rookie attorney, my reputation was shattered and I was arrested. But there's still hope. If I can restore law and order to this world, Themis will grant me my retribution; and this competition will be the means to that end.
Kristoph is standing off to the side of the road, awaiting the victor of Debauched Steel to come and claim their prize. Though luckily for the deranged host, he's not kept waiting long as he notices Aristotle, with his hair styled like the top portion of a Spartan helmet, approaching from the horizon with a scowl on his face.
"Congratulations on winning Debauched Steel, Mr. Means. What wish would you like me to grant?" Kristoph asks with a warm grin.
"It won't be my wish you'll be granting, Gavin, but rather that of Themis, Goddess of Law- your death!" Aristotle snarls.
"You must be mistaken, Mr. Means. For over the course of my career, I've always defended the law and the sanctity of the courtroom."
"Yes, but these powers of yours, and your flagrant use of them, is an affront to Themis and she will not stand for it!" Aristotle yells, pointing his spear at the demented host.
"Do you think I fear your little Goddess of Law?" Kristoph smirks with crossed arms. "Because in case you've forgotten, I can bend the universe to my will with but a snap of my-" The host of Debauched Steel raises his left hand so that he can remove Aristotle from existence, but is stopped when the former professor rams his spear into his hand with lightning-fast reflexes, causing Kristoph to scream out in immense pain.
"Not for long." Aristotle coldly growls before flinging Kristoph off of his spear like a baseball player trying to hit a homerun, the power of the motion being so great that it tears off the ex-defense attorney's arm, leaving it dangling on the end of the weapon like a sad flag, and launching him into the wall of a nearby skyscraper, which he leaves an indent in before plopping face-first onto the ground.
Dazed and in great pain, Kristoph slowly gets back on his feet and tries to limp away from his assailant. But unfortunately for Kristoph, Aristotle foils that plan by delivering a powerful backhand slap to the demented host's cheek with his own severed arm, knocking the periwinkle-cladded man to the ground before the former professor proceeds to repeatedly flail him with said arm, leaving several nasty scratches thanks to its perfectly manicured nails.
After his desire to flail his foe has been sated, Aristotle places the severed arm in his robe before picking Kristoph up by the neck and proceeding to repeatedly slam his head against the building's wall numerous times, blood spouting out of the ex-defense attorney's skull with each blow.
"W-Wait…" Kristoph weakly pleads, prompting his assailant to pause his onslaught. "Do… Do you have any idea what you're doing? With my powers, I… I can grant any wish you desire. Riches, fame, your job as a professor… All of these can be yours… if… if you spare my life."
"Don't worry, Mr. Gavin, I'll be getting all that and more once I'm finished killing you. For your death is a means to an end; and I always mean what I say, and say what I mean." Aristotle sneers before throwing his foe to the ground with a loud thud and proceeding to stab the host of Debauched Steel with his spear a multitude of times in the chest and stomach, ending the onslaught with one final stab to the forehead.
Aristotle has done what many would deem to be impossible- a forgettable one-off character killing a major villain with nigh omnipotent powers. Kristoph is no more, his mangled and battered corpse limply lying on the ground.
Though Aristotle is unable to celebrate his victory, for no sooner after killing the host of Debauched Steel, the translucent figure of a woman resembling Lady Justice, holding a scale in one hand and a sword in the other, appears before him.
"Lady Themis…" The former professor states, getting down on one knee and lowering his head out of respect.
"Rise, Aristotle." The figure commands, to which Aristotle complies. "You have done well in bringing about the death of Kristoph Gavin. For while he helped to bring balance to the world of law after Miles Edgeworth brought Blaise Debeste to justice, as well as provided me much amusement with his paranoia and the lengths to which he would go out of vengeance, the hubris for which he displayed by creating this show could not be forgiven."
"So does this mean that you'll fulfill your end of the deal?"
"Indeed. Your actions today have redeemed you of your unjust murder of Constance Courte and the measures that you took to cover it up. Therefore, I shall allow you to travel back in time to the moment before your conviction." Themis states, and with a wave of her hand, creates a glowing white portal out of thin air. "Now go, Aristotle. Go into the portal before you and take full advantage of this opportunity that I have so graciously bestowed upon you."
"Yes, Lady Themis." Aristotle says with a nod, stepping into the portal as it disappears behind him.
