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Origins: Bifur
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"Bifur! Look out!" The words caught his attention, but he wasn't worried. Half a dozen villains were banded together against the Supers, but there was no question of who would be victorious. After all, they were Supers. The good guys. The heroes. And heroes always won in the end.
He turned towards his teammates and flashed his teeth in a confidant smile. "Worry 'bout yourselves! I've got this thing under control!" They were high above the city, fighting on the rooftops and gables of the skyline. It was an impressive sight and would probably make the front page of the morning paper.
"Time to rock and roll!" He shouted as Balrog rushed forward and he opened his mouth to attack with a sonic scream. A sharp blow, the feeling of his skull splitting open, then there was nothing but darkness.
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Bifur is seventeen and invincible. As front-man for The Sonic Underground he has everything- the looks, the girls, and a voice that could make angels cry.
He hefts his guitar and plays the opening chords to 'Say Your Name'. Behind him, the other musicians pick up the tune on bass and drums and keyboard. But all eyes are on Bifur. The lead man. The star.
"I'll say your name into the night,
I'll rock your body, hold you tight."
The front row is all girls, the groupies who follow them from show to show. Crooning into the microphone, Bifur lets a bit of his sonic power seep into the vibrato. The air around the girls pulsates, causing goosebumps to rise on their arms and their nipples to tighten beneath their shirts. He winks and throws in a hip thrust for good measure.
"I'll kiss your neck, I'll make you shout,
I'll teach you what lovin' is all about."
He smirks at the girls and wriggles a brow suggestively. This is what they come to the shows for- the sex appeal, the pounding base, the theatrics. His power amplifies the music, makes the air hum and throb. It's probably unethical, but Bifur is seventeen and can't care less.
"I'll feel you, baby, you're a pretty sight,
I'll say your name into the night."
The song ends and the crows erupts into applause- girls jumping, and screaming, and shimmying in their tight skirts and belly shirts. The band leaves the stage. The other members go to the green room for beers and girlfriends and after-parties. Bifur is waylaid by a blond with red lips and too high heels.
"You have a great smile," she says and bats her spidery eyelashes.
"Of course I do, sweetheart." He cracks a toothy grin.
"And that voice! Holy shit, it's hot!" She moves in close, molding herself to his body.
He opens his mouth to spin her a line, but she's already reaching out to him. Her fingers brush along his hairline, but the touch is sharp like a razor blade and leaves a trail of blood.
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The pain brought him back, past and present mixing in his head for a long confusing moment, until his eyes opened and Oin's face appeared above him.
"You were out for a few hours. How are you feeling?" The healer's face did little to hide his concern.
Bifur parted his lips to reply, but an unbidden blast of sonic energy escaped, barely missing Oin's head and leaving a gaping hold in the ceiling. He stared at the hole, the throbbing in his head reminding him something wasn't right. Again he tried to speak, but the moment his lips loosened the power came out unexpectedly. He clamped his jaw shut.
"Oh dear," Oin said softly. "I was worried about that. You took a bad blow to the head- split you right open. I did my best to heal it, but there were some bits inside your head I couldn't put right. I assumed it was where your power resided, as it wasn't normal human physiology..."
Struggling to sit up, Bifur grabbed for a notebook and a pen. HOW LONG?
"I don't know. It might heal on its own, it might not. For now I'll have Dis rig up some sort of mask to keep your mouth shut when you're not using your powers."
IF NOT, HOW LONG?
Oin sighed and glanced around nervously. "Possibly forever. I'm sorry."
The pen and notebook went flying across the room in a fit of rage. He wanted to cry or scream or pray, but all he was left with was silence.
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A/N: the accident probably happened when Bifur was in his mid 30s... which is roughly 5 years before ItCoH takes place.