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Name: Count Video; Tristam
Origin: Greenverse - Nightside
Gender: Male
Classification: User of binary magics
Age: Unknown
Powers and Abilities: Quantum probability manipulation, time manipulation, reality warping
Weaknesses: Is susceptible to burning himself out if he uses too much of his powers; can lose his cool fairly easily if a matter doesn't go his way; according to John his power was "limited" though that might be something exclusive for him to exploit considering his own gift
Destructive Capacity: At least small building level (his abilities really don't focus on raw power)
Range: At least several hundred meters; abilities operate across timelines
Speed: Average human
Durability: Average human
Lifting Strength: Average human
Striking Strength: Average human
Stamina: Superhuman (managed to live through having his all of his skin ripped off)
Standard Equipment: None notable
Intelligence: Stated to have devoted much of his life to the research of quantum physics and had the help of a Transient Being into attaining his powers, so he's considerably intelligent in that regard
Notable Attacks/Techniques:
- Summons temporal clones of Eamonn from his past and potential futures.
1) “Excuse me,” said Eamonn 40, from behind me. “Could someone please explain where all these others mes are coming from?”
“Alternate timetracks,” Tommy Oblivion said briskly. “Possible futures, lives that might have been, the wheels of If and Maybe. Our lives are determined by the decisions we make, or fail to make, and these … gentlemen are the men you might have become if you’d made certain specific decisions...
2) “For everyone else, alternative timetracks are only theory. But to me, every time-line is as real as any other. I see them all, flowing past me like so many rivers, and I can dip a toe into any of them I please. Sometimes I go fishing, and pull out all kinds of strange and useful things. Like all those variant editions of Eamonn Mitchell. All the people he was and might have been..."
- Said temporal clones were armed with wands possessing some of his power that involved inducing various effects upon whatever they targeted, up to and including erasing someone's existence.
3) Everything touched by the crackling beams changed its nature immediately. A Spice Girls poster on the wall suddenly featured Twisted Sister. The bullet-proof glass in my office’s only window was abruptly replaced by a stained-glass effort featuring St. Michael slaying the dragon. With an Uzi. The coffeemaker became a Teasmaid, and a big bunch of flowers in a vase started snapping at each other with pointed teeth. One beam hit the steel sphere of the future computers dead-on, but it shrugged off the magic, announcing loudly We’re protected, monkey boy...
4) Eamonn 40 stuck his head out from behind the desk to see what was going on, and a sputtering beam of change magic only missed him because Cathy dragged him back out of the way. Unfortunately, she left one hand in plain view a moment too long, and a second beam hit it. And Cathy was suddenly Colin. A tall, good-looking young man in the very latest Versace. He looked at me, wide-eyed, and for once in my life I didn’t have a thing to say...
5) “You must be Taylor,” said Eamonn 50. Even his voice sounded fat and self-important. “We were warned you might try to interfere. This is none of your business. Get out of our way, or we’ll fix it so you were never born.”
I had to smile. “You might find that harder than you think,” I said.
“Then maybe we’ll fix it so you were born crippled, or diseased,” said Eamonn 60. His voice was harsh and painful, as though he didn’t use it much any more. “We’ll kill you, Taylor. Kill you nasty, if you try and stop us doing what we have to do...”
6) Both men let fly with their wands, beams of probability magic crackling as they shot through the air. I dived out of the way, dragging Eamonn 40 along with me. Tommy ducked gracefully down behind the bar, still holding on to his drink. A change beam hit the oak bar and ricocheted harmlessly away. The bar’s main furnishings and fittings were all protected by Merlin’s magic. Both the new Eamonns fired their wands furiously in all directions as I dodged back and forth across the bar, hauling Eamonn 40 along with me. A haze of change magic filled the air as the wands’ beams transmuted everything they touched in arbitrary and unpredictable ways.
The vampire who’d been feeding on his bloody Mary got hit by a beam and swelled up like a tick, engorging with more and more blood as he drained Mary dry, before exploding messily and showering everyone around him with second-hand blood. The empty husk of Mary crumpled to the floor like a paper sack. Some of the newer chairs and tables fell apart as they were brushed by probability beams, reduced in a moment to their original component parts. So was one of Baron Frankenstein’s creatures, as all his stitches came undone at once. Body parts rolled across the floor, while the head mouthed silent obscenities. Lightning bolts struck down out of nowhere, blackening bodies and starting fires all over. Bunches of hissing flowers blossomed from cracks in a stone wall. An old Victorian portrait began speaking in tongues. People collapsed from strokes and cerebral haemorrhages and epileptic fits. Some simply blinked out of existence, as the chances that created them were abruptly revoked.
A ghost girl was suddenly corporeal again, after years of haunting Strangefellows, and she sat at the bar crying tears of happy relief, touching everything within reach. Bottles stacked behind the bar changed shape and colour and contents. And a demon long kept imprisoned under the floor-boards burst free from its pentacle, as its containing wards were suddenly undone...
- John mentions how his ability see into alternate timelines is, for him, akin to flipping through the channels in a television.
7) All his power came from the terrible technology implanted in his body by the Transient Being known as the Engineer, and Tristram had never really appreciated its potential. He used it to see possible futures, like a video junky flipping endlessly from one channel to another. That was how he got his name...
- Found and transported everyone in his boss' office to a timeline where they were on the mountainside of an erupting volcano and claimed to be able to find other timelines that hit a a little closer to home.
8) He laughed suddenly, a happy, breathless sound. He flexed his hands, and the whole office disappeared in a moment, replaced by a craggy mountainside under an erupting volcano. The heat was overwhelming, the air almost too hot to breathe. Lava streams flowed down the cracked mountainside, cherry red and steaming, and blazing cinders flew through the air...
9) He actually spat at me, shaking with rage. “How dare you set your will against mine? I’ll find a time-line where you have no gift! Where you were born crippled, or blind, or maybe never born at all!”...
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