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Player: @PowerLeveler
Origin: Science
Archetype: Dominator
Threat Level: Classified
Personal Data
Real Name: Unknown
Known Aliases: PL
Species: Cosmic entity
Age: 30
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 156 pounds
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: None
Biographical Data
Nationality: American
Occupation: Cosmic metagamer
Place of Birth: Paragon City, RI
Base of Operations: Grandville, Rogue Isles
Marital Status: Single
Known Relatives: Unknown
Known Powers
Powers of the cosmos, matter/energy manipulation
Known Abilities
On a first name basis with the King of all Cosmos.



Last time we encountered our hero protagonist, he had become a flaming spirit of XP-gathering, haunting the Rogue Isles and wreaking havoc on the Council, Freakshow and Family as revenge for their being easy to herd into corners and burn to death. This may seem like an odd thing to seek vengeance for, but rest assured that such things are grievous offenses to PL.

During one of the regularly scheduled hero attacks on Grandville, many of the giant flat-screen television monitors used as portals to alternate dimensions full of mobsters and steampunk armies shorted out, depriving PL of his primary pastime. Bored, he decided that the best course of action would be to haunt Lord Recluse until the problem was solved, making his presence known during important speeches by making rude gestures, ghosting through his chest and generally destroying whatever fearsome ambience Recluse was trying to cultivate.[1] Enraged, Recluse dispatched several squads of Bane Spiders to subdue PL at any cost, eventually managing to bring him down in St. Martial after he ran out of dumpsters to herd them into. He was then brought into custody, shipped to Warburg, tied to a rocket and shot into space.

As this is a comic book universe, being shot into space had little to no ill effects on PL. Rather, he survived long enough to be bombarded by cosmic rays[2], altering his ghostly form in strange and unpredictable ways. To be more specific, he was transmuted into a quantum sandwich, which was then eaten by a passing space hobo[3]. The space hobo then hocked a PL-possessed cosmic loogie back towards the Earth, where further bombardment by cosmic rays transformed it into the Pulsarleveler.

Despite the whole affair granting him control over reality itself, PL was somewhat disillusioned by the fact that he was nowhere near as productive as he used to be. This unhappiness eventually culminated in the highly improbable chain of events that transformed him into The Psycholeveler.


PL is still bitter and cynical, with a very low opinion of his fellow villains. People aren't pestering him for easy XP, but then again, nobody really wants him around due to how vastly overrated cosmic powers seem to be. His surly attitude probably doesn't seem much better when you factor in his odd local accent (e.g., "you" to "u," "are" to "r," and "unpleasant chaps" to "fukin nubs"), either, and being tied to a rocket and shot into space would make anybody a little grumpy.


Powers of the Cosmos

After being heavily irradiated in the vastness of space, PL gained the ability to generate cosmic phenomena on a smaller scale: Gravity wells, black holes, ripples in the dimensional fabric, et cetera, all of which can be used to make life miserable for people he doesn't like. Which is basically everyone.

Matter/Energy Manipulation

For those all-too-frequent occasions where smashing someone in a localized gravity well just isn't enough, PL is capable of direct matter-to-energy conversion of air and dust particles, projecting it both as beams and as glowing coronas around his fists. While both of these sound rather impressive on paper, the entirety of PL's disdain for them stems from the fact that he was vastly more productive both as a ghost and a normal human being.


  1. Though the original copies were long since destroyed, you can still find the infamous PL "nipple massage" videos on various peer-to-peer networks.
  2. Okay, so surviving in space isn't that special when you're already dead. Shut up, I'm building a narrative here.
  3. Space, it should be known, is notorious for its homeless problems.

Add some stuff, u fukin nubs.

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