Reverend Lowe
Dec 5, 2016 20:16:48 GMT -5
Post by The Architect on Dec 5, 2016 20:16:48 GMT -5
Reverend Lowe
AKA: Reverend Werewolf
Height: Not Available
Mass: Not Available
Running Speed: Moderate
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Reverend Lowe will revert to his human form every day when the sun rises. Silver will cause near-instant death if it enters his body.
First Appearance: Silver Bullet (1985)
Human Kills: Not Available
Fight Record: None
Home World: Earth
Origin: United States
Type: Supernatural
History: By day the man named Lowe lived a normal life as a reverend for the local church, but when darkness took over the skies, the beast-side of the man came out. Powered by his will in a twisted form of 'mercy killing', Reverend Lowe sought out those, that without his intervention of death, would be sent straight to Hell. The creature discovered its insatiable thirst of blood on a night like any other. The town drunk, a man working for the railroad, was decapitated in one quick strike. Afterward, the body count quickly began to rise after the death of a pregnant woman whom was attempting suicide. The next death came in the form of another drunk, and then a small boy.
As the days passed and nights came, Lowe found himself loosing control of the beast every night. More of himself vanished with each coming moon, and as the full moon approached, the monster inside grew. Enraged by the lack of action by the local police, the towns people took justice into their own hand, they believing their murderer was nothing more than a crazed psychopath. Their beliefs got them killed, like a bear hunting its prey, the werewolf stalked them. Hidden by an thick fog beneath the people's wastes, three of the people were killed with no one else gaining a view of the town's terror.
Panic quickly gripped the once peaceful town. A carnival and its firework show was canceled, upsetting the young and crippled Marty Coslaw. Luckily for the boy and the werewolf, good ole' Uncle Red was there to give the child his own firework show. Heading out after his parent's were asleep, the crippled kid thought he was safe as he let the show begin on an old wooden bridge. His fun, like so many before him, was turned to terror as the werewolf crept out of the brush. Its maw drooling and eyes blazing, the creature approached the child, readying himself for another feast of human entrails. The beast's dinner was soon lost though, as the fireworks-armed Marty launched a bottle rocket straight into the monster's eye. As the creature screamed in agony, Marty escaped on the gasoline-powered wheelchair his uncle had built for him.
The only two actually believing in the myth now, Marty and his sister; Jane, began a search for anybody in town that had suddenly lost their eye. The search came to a conclusion with Lowe, and now certain he was the wolf, they began to, figuratively, poke the sleeping bear with a stick. Sending the man letters stating he should simply kill himself and they knew what he was, the two signed their own death warrants, but first thing first, the nosy sheriff had to go.
The next full moon came on Halloween, and now without any moral standards and his conscious gone, Lowe came calling for his revenge. The two children and their uncle; Red whom was very skeptical, were prepared for the oncoming monster. Arming themselves with a single silver bullet, they waited until the early hours of the morning. The monster came then, it cut the power of the house and, as if a speeding car, burst through the wall, making Red drop both the gun and the bullet.
The only weapon that would be effective against the man-eater rolled into the air vent, and then the creature turned its sight on the crippled Marty. Fortunately for the boy, his uncle was capable of distracting it enough for both he and his sister to try and pull the round out. After retrieving the silver bullet, and once the wolf was down throwing Red around as if he were a rag doll, Marty loaded the shot into the pistol. The werewolf roared aloud as it approached the kid, but this round ended just like the last. The gun fired and the silver bullet flew directly into the beast's last remaining eye. The nightmare soon ended as Lowe fell backward, the thick hair, sharp claws, and dagger-like teeth retreating back into his body.
AKA: Reverend Werewolf
Height: Not Available
Mass: Not Available
Running Speed: Moderate
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Reverend Lowe will revert to his human form every day when the sun rises. Silver will cause near-instant death if it enters his body.
First Appearance: Silver Bullet (1985)
Human Kills: Not Available
Fight Record: None
Home World: Earth
Origin: United States
Type: Supernatural
History: By day the man named Lowe lived a normal life as a reverend for the local church, but when darkness took over the skies, the beast-side of the man came out. Powered by his will in a twisted form of 'mercy killing', Reverend Lowe sought out those, that without his intervention of death, would be sent straight to Hell. The creature discovered its insatiable thirst of blood on a night like any other. The town drunk, a man working for the railroad, was decapitated in one quick strike. Afterward, the body count quickly began to rise after the death of a pregnant woman whom was attempting suicide. The next death came in the form of another drunk, and then a small boy.
As the days passed and nights came, Lowe found himself loosing control of the beast every night. More of himself vanished with each coming moon, and as the full moon approached, the monster inside grew. Enraged by the lack of action by the local police, the towns people took justice into their own hand, they believing their murderer was nothing more than a crazed psychopath. Their beliefs got them killed, like a bear hunting its prey, the werewolf stalked them. Hidden by an thick fog beneath the people's wastes, three of the people were killed with no one else gaining a view of the town's terror.
Panic quickly gripped the once peaceful town. A carnival and its firework show was canceled, upsetting the young and crippled Marty Coslaw. Luckily for the boy and the werewolf, good ole' Uncle Red was there to give the child his own firework show. Heading out after his parent's were asleep, the crippled kid thought he was safe as he let the show begin on an old wooden bridge. His fun, like so many before him, was turned to terror as the werewolf crept out of the brush. Its maw drooling and eyes blazing, the creature approached the child, readying himself for another feast of human entrails. The beast's dinner was soon lost though, as the fireworks-armed Marty launched a bottle rocket straight into the monster's eye. As the creature screamed in agony, Marty escaped on the gasoline-powered wheelchair his uncle had built for him.
The only two actually believing in the myth now, Marty and his sister; Jane, began a search for anybody in town that had suddenly lost their eye. The search came to a conclusion with Lowe, and now certain he was the wolf, they began to, figuratively, poke the sleeping bear with a stick. Sending the man letters stating he should simply kill himself and they knew what he was, the two signed their own death warrants, but first thing first, the nosy sheriff had to go.
The next full moon came on Halloween, and now without any moral standards and his conscious gone, Lowe came calling for his revenge. The two children and their uncle; Red whom was very skeptical, were prepared for the oncoming monster. Arming themselves with a single silver bullet, they waited until the early hours of the morning. The monster came then, it cut the power of the house and, as if a speeding car, burst through the wall, making Red drop both the gun and the bullet.
The only weapon that would be effective against the man-eater rolled into the air vent, and then the creature turned its sight on the crippled Marty. Fortunately for the boy, his uncle was capable of distracting it enough for both he and his sister to try and pull the round out. After retrieving the silver bullet, and once the wolf was down throwing Red around as if he were a rag doll, Marty loaded the shot into the pistol. The werewolf roared aloud as it approached the kid, but this round ended just like the last. The gun fired and the silver bullet flew directly into the beast's last remaining eye. The nightmare soon ended as Lowe fell backward, the thick hair, sharp claws, and dagger-like teeth retreating back into his body.