James Callaghan is pinballing his way [finished]

Real Name: James Callaghan
Hero Name: Pinball
Title: Him again? What the hell! Die already! I have a headache
Alignment: Loyal good
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Gray
Height: 5.8 ft
Weight: 167 lb
Blood type: B-





His alter ego pinball wears a blue spandex outfit, with a cowl covering the upper part of his face with two holes for his eyes. The outfit being skintight, give him a round shape. Also he wears white running shoes.


Let's speak a bit about James. Well he is a super hero, more like a wannabee super hero. He wants to help people, he wants to stop criminals, except that sports has never been his forte. So with his physique and his voice, which is kind of high he is hardly taken seriously. Well he isn't serious most of the time. In fact he tends to turn everything into a joke.  It's not rare to see him standing under a rain of fire, just standing and thinking about a good pun to deliver. Plus seeing evildoer becoming infuriated is quite exhilarating. Also, let's speak of his courage, there is nothing he is not willing to do to help people. In fact he find himself quite litterally submerged under all of his engagements. He is also the non-violent type, not that he is against using brute force, he is just harmless most of the time. However it doesn't stop him for bravely trying. Pinball is like a ray of sun, lost under a flood of light.

However if pinball is a ray of light, James is more of a shut in. His life can be resumed by work, games, food. Because yes, james can be categorized as a no life, minimum social interactions, and an encyclopedic knowledge of games, shows and internet trivia. Even his work, python/java specialist for mobile apps is done at home or in the bus. Because a car is too expensive. So he is one of the few super heroes who travel by public transportation.


What makes a hero, a hero? Is it their raising, their abilities, are they just born this way? Who knows? Most of the time a hero is someone who does something so exceptionnal, so  selfless that they carry the title of heroes. With or without powers. And some peoples even with the greatest of all the abilities will never be heroes. So what defines a hero.

If you would ask  James at age 7, he would tell you that what woud define a hero is their heart with stars in his eyes. Because a super hero for a kid, they are role models, they are idols, they are their aspirations. Basically they are their everything. And  for a chubby kid so bad at sort that he is always picked last at whichever activity. They are hope, hope for something brighter.

But then the kids grow up, they become teens, they make new experiences. It's the time of school love, of growing up and discovering one's body. The time to forget old dreams made in ignorance to prepare oneself for the path that one is beginning to choose. Teenage years always taste bittersweet, but for some... let's just say that no honey was ever to touch their tongue when their childhood dreams were torn asunder. No first love, no trophies. Instead they were met with bullying and social exile. So they had to interact with other exilees. Of course if life is not enjoyable, there are other place more forgiving, as in books, games, comics, manga and tv. And of course... internet. Internet was giving virtually what the life was denying them. Innocence was defiled, lives were created and ended, and one day... they were adult.

In college, the notion of social life was but a wishful thinking, his life was centered around computers and games. He could build one from scratch, the comics held close to no secret for him. So he decided to get a degree in computer programming. Also he had to work student jobs so he could pay for the rent, his family paying the school.

One day, it was a summer job really. He was part of the security staff in a Nascar tournament. Race car, even up close, wasn't really what he liked. But the pay wasn't something to sneeze at. Plus he was just supposed to sit and just do... whatever. Well it wasn't as easy as he thought. While he was checking his mail, ok catch a vid while chatting with a member of his guild, a child crossed the racing track. The screams of the public made him pause and check. His blood went like freezing. Numerous cars were trying to brake, and those behind not seeing the boy were accelerating. Because of his negligence, an innocent child was going to be squished.

He ran and ran, he didn't think, he really tried, but he wouldn't be able to cross the track. He could still go back though. He stopped believing in heroes, and he didn't see himself as a hero. He was just trying to live his own life. One thing was sure, he wouldn't be able to live with the knowledge that he was responsible of this child passing. So he didn't stop, he wouldn't be able to cross the road, not entirely, but it would be enough to ram this child and send him flying to the other side of the road. So he reached his terminal velocity and slammed the child at the same time as his leg touched the ground, there was a shock on his hip, time went still, he could see the panicked eye of the driver. There was no pain, and then like a ragdoll he felt himself being lifted from the ground and pushed backward. It was so fast, as if he was flying. Then he landed and bounced and bounced, rolling and ragdolling. Before stopping. But it was far from over. The cars who passed the braking one were on him. And stuck him to the wall. Then another car rammed into the one pinning him and another one and so on. At the end of such a disaster, only silence filled the place.

The  clean up took hours. But to everyone amazement, James was the only one unscathed. A miracle, it was a miracle, this was litterally what he was typing before being run over by a truck on the way home. Proof that one does not simply cross the road without making sure that it's secure. However he just got up as amazed as those who saw it. Somehow he was just invincible. This is when his old dream was resurrected. He coud become a hero. Whatever the challenge waiting for him would be he would always bounce back, like a pinball!


1. Endurance
2. Strength
3. Reaction
4. Agility




You can't hurt me: Pinbal doesn't feel pain, pressure, heat or cold. It's not that he can't feel anything, it's just that he cannot feel pain in anyway.

I'm indestructible: pinball can't be stabbed, squished, drowned, torn apart, burnt, mixed, dried or anything really. His body can't be altered in anyway.

Heroic heart: The spirit of pinball is like his body completely indestructible.

Eternal hero: Since the Nascar miracle, pinball stopped aging, he doesn't need to breath, to sleep, to drink or to eat,he doesn't need any of a normal body needs.

Pinball again: Pinball can't tire. He is able to use his maximum strength, speed and agility without respite.


Death I.O.U: Pinball is accident prone, or more like hazard are following him, no attack can miss him, not even critical miss.

Bouncy pinball: If pinball can't be destroyed, it doesn't mean that he can't be beaten. If the damage received exceed the human resistance, pinball will be launched however far a normal human of his weight would be launched.

Bouncy pinball (spirit): As his body, pinball spirit will be launched depending of the power of the attack.

Heroic plateau: Pinball can't improve physically, due to his invicibility, his muscles can't be torn apart and repaired. Nor are his cell able to divide. He will always be stuck with the same body and ability since the Nascar miracle.

Just a man: Pinball even with his god like resilience is just a human, an undertrained one as that. It means that not only his strength, agility and reaction time are not different from the average joe, but anyone with a bit of martial arts training can get the upper hand in fight.

Nuts: Pinball is allergic to nuts, always was, always will be, so to avoid death by anaphylatic shock, pinball lose his invincibility so he can be cured by normal means.






Pinball can't be destroyed, his costume however is another story. That's why pinball is often victim of wardrobe malfunction.