Adversaur, Masquerade Version
Malfaktor Leader
“A true cosplayer lives his character, breathes his character, cuddles his character, and dies his character. Anything else is just amateur dress-up, and amateurs deserve nothing less than obliteration.”

Previous life and current capabilities
There's an open secret among the Malfaktors, one that really bums them out: Their leader is a warmongering nerd.

Since he was a child, Adversaur has taken costuming very seriously. At age eight, he told his parents he would no longer wear the Ben Cooper "loser uniforms." 

"You used to love those," they said.

"I also used to love pooping into a diaper," he said. "The vinyl smells like dissected frogs and Stacy's breath, and the mask always cracks into sharp pieces that stab me in the face. All the plebes wear those, and they never look like what they're supposed to look like." 

His parents were annoyed, but relented and hired a Hollywood costume designer, who transformed their son into Gordon Gekko, complete with cigar, suspenders, and slicked-back hair. "Yes, finally," young Adversaur said to his reflection in the mirror.

Now, every summer, Adversaur giddily fuels and arms his flagship, leaving the base to his lieutenant, Sadistique. Jumping light-years away to the planet Protos VII, he geeks out at the annual Tyrannical Despot Convention, aka TDCon. There, he mingles with other despotic overlords, buys cool merch (new weaponry for maiming innocents), attends panels (e.g., “Dos and Don’ts of Monologuing While Torturing”), and most importantly, participates in the Masquerade.

For three years running, Adversaur has won the contest with an outfit celebrating his favorite tyrannical leader. Brimming with LEDs and covered in full-body paint, he is often stopped for pics while roaming the convention hall. Surprisingly amenable to requests, he makes sure to say, "Only one, or I will annihilate you." 

Yet many despise him, for his victories are partly due to the fact that in his first year out, he literally melted all his competitors with his beam buster cannon. That said, the outfit does sparkle nicely, or at least that’s what his chest cockpit, Massacre Metalmorgue, whispers to him at night.

Over time, he has garnered respect not just for his ability to mimic his idol’s flight pose, but also for his impression of that sneering, metallic voice.

Rumor has it that this year, Smorgaslord (yes, that Smorgaslord) has been working on a costume that will supposedly knock everyone’s socks off, leaving only one question: Who will take home the Golden Sewing Needle…and skewer the other with it?
 

Salvaged Components
Crane Claw
Crazycycle's lower leg units
Huntion's Obliterator feet
Huntion's Pulverizer hand
Legacy Starfighter missile bay
Massacre Metalmorgue's head unit
Space Screecher's beam buster cannon

Attribute Level

Vigor 10  / 10

Destructive ability 10  / 10

Willingness to compromise -28 / 10

Ragefulness  10  / 10

Delusions of grandeur 9    / 10

Environmentally conscious -15 / 10