Power Profile: Buzz

Honestly, I don't know what's worse, the gun to my face or the fact that the author somehow forgot about me. I understand Omna, she's the worst, but c'mon man, I thought we were special. So fine, fine, I'll stop stalling, like right now, right now, like absolutely right now.

So if any of you remember my wonderful first appearance, you probably know my ability by now. But for those who are a little slower in the class, here's the low down. I come from a long line of animal-shifting relatives. And despite my lionheart, people seem to think that a large bunch of disgusting insects represents me perfectly, but what are you going to do, huh?

But yeah, effectively speaking, I can transform my body into a whole host of common house flies. Usually, I can clock out in the hundreds of thousands. Of course, this goes for whatever I'm wearing, but I don't even know how that works, so forgive me if I can't go into any bigger details on that front. If I wanted to go for the more subtle approach, I could also transform pieces of myself into flies.

Each fly shares my full consciousness and mind, meaning that whatever they or I guess I see gets transmitted to both the whole pack and me. This connection also works both ways, and I can keep it up indefinitely. I know it looks gross, but this honestly gives me amazing abilities.

When it comes to tracking, info gathering, and stealth, you'll never find a better scout than moi (even if I don't have the honor of one). Other than that, my flies pretty much have all the gimmicks and advantages of a regular one. Compound eyes that can catch anything in quality beyond 4k, a nose that can put even some dogs to shame, and surprisingly good reflexes.

Unlike most of my nonpowered brethren, I can be hard to put down. And believe me, everyone has tried that. But, worse comes to worst, I can eat just about any type of food, no matter how rotten, and keep on truckin without getting sick.

And if damage were ever to befall my beautiful bod, then all I gotta do is lay some eggs on the wound and let them buzz for a good 12 hours, and I'm right as rain. Plus, through the transformations, I can pretty much stitch limbs without care.

And that's about it, no weaknesses here, now if you can just let me leave here and I can. But, wait, what was that? Do I need to go over my weaknesses before getting pumped so full of lead that I get poisoning from it? Well, if that's the case, why didn't you say so!

Because I got all the strengths of a fly, I get all the weaknesses. Pesticides, swatters, lamps, and strong smells can all distract me pretty quickly. And regenerating can take way too much out of me, so not getting enough food for a fatal wound can finally meet an untimely end. If the flies get separated from me for too long and too far, the connection gets cut off. Now for my stats.

Strength:1/10

Speed: 4/10

Stamina: 6/10

Intelligence:6/10

Range:7/10

Tier: Lowest Level

Reliability -1/10

You know I take great offense to that last stat, but since I'm professional, I'll just ignore it. As I said before, physically, I'm about as weak as you can get. My speed is lacking even with the flies, though I can make it up through their small size and agility. And despite my pot-bellied frame, I'm a hard guy to put down.

Despite what my initial appearance will tell you, though, I am at least a little bit of a brainiac. Nothing to Port's level, of course, but I can give Gum a run for her money in terms of a good sale. And speaking of a good sale, how about we do some business? I promise you won't regret it.