Virgil Voltspun

Well, if it isn't the man of the hour!
The reclusive hermit, overworked student, photographer, bona fide nerd, and rage-filled vigilante with a penchant for Stars-forsaken humor; Virgil Voltspun. The sensational Web-Surfer in the flesh.

He's trying his best. The only thing keeping the Ville de Nouvelle Yorke from succumbing to oblivion is him, and it would remain that way for as long as his heart still slammed in his chest from the thrill of web-swinging. Talk about responsibility, huh?

Life is admittedly bland, according to Virgil. Its illusion of optimism always gets shattered by perspicacious crap. He tries to push through, despite the blandness, the unforgiving nature of the Cosmos, the insignificance of everything, and the insignificance of bothering to debate significance at all.
Duke it out with the emotionally constipated asshole of the week while pretending he's not also some emotionally constipated asshole, nearly break down from biochemistry, play video games (if he has time and energy), and resist the urge to smash his landlord's skull for jacking up the rent. Rinse and repeat — comfortable mundanity and repetition.
It was draining, not that Virgil would ever admit that.
It's not like the other so-called heroes running around do much of anything besides boost their public image and support for fame and money.

History truly is nothing more than a broken record.

...Maybe he can prove himself wrong.

Biography

Virgil Vesper Voltspun was born in Disco, Wisconsin, United Republic to engineers Vanilla and Velvet Voltspun. He lived with his Auntie Brie and Uncle Gingersnap Voltspun in a comfortable home nestled in Kaysars, Ville-de-Nouvelle-Yorke. These new caretakers drilled Virgil's strict moral code, self-sacrificial-and-self-loathing complex, and ethical obligations into him, among other things the spider doesn't want to know about.
A "With great power comes great responsibility" got hammered into him on the daily with a "You decide your own fate; no one else" here and there. His relatives had Virgil set down on a track of... an abhorrent amount of suffering. Does destiny even exist or is it something people made up at an attempt to make the Universe make sense? Virgil doesn't know, but he tries to push through it all regardless.

Once upon a twilight night, Virgil was bitten by a spider while on a field trip to the National Science Convention at Oscorp in Ville-de-Nouvelle-Yorke after he moved there with his relatives in his preteens.
The arachnid wasn't radioactive, no. Rather, it harbored a severe Cosmic bug. Upon biting him, Virgil was also infected with this Cosmic fallacy, which caused him to mutate, activating the X-gene. With the popularity of superpowered individuals in his new city and his eclectic array of unregulated (bottled-up) mental issues, he decided to become a superhero. The wondrous Web-Surfer.

He was desperate to please, desperate to be helpful, desperate to finally be loved, desperate to be a better person, even if it was simply heroics in a mask. It's insignificant to debate the significance or meaning of life. However, the prospect of Virgil finally being seen as useful and changing to be a better person tugged at the corks of his bottled-up wishes and memories.
Virgil didn't simply do this for fame, though. He truly wished to help his new city and its Stars-forsaken crime problem. The boy swore on its momma that there was a crime or situation every several meters. Yet, none of the self-proclaimed 'superheroes' did jackshit about it unless the situation, ironically, held enough significance to elevate their status and fame. He sometimes saw these heroes perpetrating these issues themselves, only to swoop down and save the day!
Thus, Virgil and his web-slinging alter ego, decided to help the city of Nouvelle-Yorke with any and every problem that he could reasonably solve. Finding missing people, beating the living shit out of criminals/murderers/evildoers, saving cats from trees, giving directions, drug busting, and helping old people cross the street or carry groceries, even in the face of humanity and everything's unwillingness to change.

Destiny is pure bullshit. It has to be something else.

Disposition

Virgil is the stereotypical uptight nerd type to an almost ludicrous degree. The socially inept and reclusive ultimate nerd-geek abomination whose childhood was spent hunched over arcade cabinets all by his lonesome with a pocketful of quarters and a head full of dreams. Hanging around in dimly-lit arcades and eating obscene amounts of greasy pepperoni pizza was far preferable to teasing and exclusion for breaking rules Virgil could never seem to grasp even decades later.

Monotone, stoic, misanthropic, overly pragmatic, sardonic, and extremely socially inept are all valid descriptors for Vrigil's disposition.
His alter ego is as different as he is the same; a flippant and facetious lone wolf who fires quips and nerdy/geeky facts like there's no tomorrow. Web-Surfer's taken to telling strangers random fun facts when prompted, which is the only bit of interaction with the public he allows himself if there's no crime occurring outside of buying food or the occasional picture. He doesn't want to be like the supers who care merely for fame.

Web-Surfer tries to not be emotional in any situation. A necessary sacrifice in his line of duty, as scientific logic is prefereable to being clouded by emotions and bias. He's surprisingly good at it. However, there are a few cases where it gets the better of him, especially when Venom is dumped into the mix and alters his processes ever so slightly.

Relationships

Elizabeth "Liz" Allan - ★★★★★

Relationship: BEST FRIEND!!

The times spent groaning whenever Liz came about was nothing more than a distant memory for Virgil. She's his bestest pal! He could literally stick to her like glue if it so wished!

It took a long time for him to truly realize that Liz genuinely liked him as a person, wanted him to be close to her, and wasn't using this as another method of bullying.
It also took him a while to realize that Liz wasn't some NPC or ripoff of a school-based sitcom popular girl until she slowly revealed information about herself beyond stories of partying and other friends, which was extremely jarring. A carbon-based lifeform of the same flesh, blood and stardust he was also comprised of. His best friend. (He did still get jealous whenever she mentioned another friend. Shut up.)
Liz was of dreams, daydreams, and idealistic wishes, a stark contrast to Virgil's trying-to-be-hopeful pragmatism. Yet, their soft bodies still fold into their sides like they belong there.

Wade Wilson - ★★★★★

Relationship: Oh my stars, they were team mates.

Lunatic was redundant, careless was an understatement, and annoying was a compliment when it came to this man. Virgil wanted nothing more than to pummel him at times.

They could probably both share the lunatic label. Jonah's gotten new ammo ever since pictures of him swinging around with Deadpool latched onto him like a sloth made rounds on the internet that had a myriad of supers (and SHIELD) going on tirades.
Virgil couldn't just leave Deadpool, could he? He can't do that. Deadpool resorts to stalking, instigating crimes, and being a general nuisance to the public if left alone for too long like a needy toddler highly trained in combat with an obscene amount of weapons who never shuts up. (A toddler who also busted his Webby-Sense, apparently. It refuses to acknowledge him. Stupid fucking spider biology.)

What? No. That's not the loneliness or touch desperation deprivation speaking. Fuck off! Leave them both alone!

Harold "Harry" Osborne - ★☆☆☆☆

Relationship: Aw, man.

Virgil's still pissed at Harry, even after high school. Forgiveness is not one of Virgil's strong suits; this guy holds grudges until the end of time.
Of course, it's pretty petty to hold such animosity towards the Little Osborne, but dating someone only as a joke to piss off his shitstain of a mother really stings, especially considering Virgil's egregious mental state and insecurities as a teenager. It hurt to know that Osborne's a good actor and nothing more.

After Harry's appearence as Web-Surfer's adversary and proclaiming himself to be the so-called Viceroy, taking after the Big Osborne as Monarch, Virgil's opinion of him soured further.
Shallow, unwilling to even acknowledge the possibility of change and growth, spiteful, and lashes out when these traits are made known to him. He truly is related to his mother. Virgil yearned to feel Harry's arms wrapping around his middle at times, accompanied with soft murmurs and kisses to his nape.
Whatever. It's fine.

Attributes

Abilities

• Clinging to solid surfaces
Ice is 50/50, same with non-Newtonian fluids.
• Fast metabolism and drastically increased appetite
Ironically, is able to go for days without food...
• Webby-Sense
A precognitive sixth sense that warns Virgil of impending danger within his general vicinity (towards anyone, intensifies when directed towards himself or loved ones) with a sensation described as a twist on the base of his skull in varying intensities depending on the situation.
Yes, Virgil is able to tell when someone is bluffing. Not lying; bluffing. He'd be good at poker.
After a certain arc and heavy paranoia sets in, Virgil's sixth sense can detect when he's being observed. Through his Webby-Sense detecting a weird intangible observer he couldn't get rid of along with Deadpool's rambling, he realized his existence of a fictional character. He finds this to be comforting, sort of.
• Enhanced strength, agility, reflexes, speed, stamina, hearing, sight, equilibrium, and durability
This guy could keep his balance on a pin tip and has got the proportional strength of a spider... or something.
• Healing factor
Not as good as Deadpool's famous healing factor or Wolverine's... but he can heal faster than an average human.
• Organic webbing
Pretty limited. Virgil also finds it pretty gross. His only spinnerets are on his wrists. He cannot shoot webs out of his ass.
• Poor thermoregulation
Web-Surfer has a special heater in his suit purely because he gets wrecked by low temperatures. Winters are brutal.
• Chelicerae inside of his mouth
Hairy, slimy, disgusting. They jut out whenever Virgil REALLY wants to eat or bite something. Commonly happens with pizza... or Wade Wilson. When speaking, it's like trying to talk with your tongue out.
• Venom
Not the symbiote. Virgil's chelicerae can inject a (kind of shitty) paralytic into someone. Web-Surfer tested it on Deadpool (due to his incessant begging even after getting knocked out) and refused to use it again, mostly out of fear of biological testing and linking it back to Virgil. No thanks.
• Somewhat higher sensitivity to vibrations than the average human
He doesn't have the freaky exoskeleton spider bristles, but he can sense the slightest vibration if agitated/aware enough. He does not enjoy loud and intense sounds for a multitude of reasons. Ironically enjoys rock music.
• Parrying
You heard that right. Virgil can parry any solid object he can carry. Think ULTRAKILL. Bullets, bombs, other punches and kicks, etc. He could not parry his own bullets if he had a gun. He also cannot parry things like lasers or fire.

Equipment

• Wrist-mounted web-shooters
Virgil finds his organic webbing gross, yes, but everyone and everything is scanned to hell and back nowadays! Artificial webbing is less risky, more plentiful, and doesn't rip apart his spinnerets from overuse!
• Finger guns
Pew pew. Mechanical enhancements in the fingertips of his suit (not his skin, what if he gets hounded at a metal detector?) that shoot laser bursts at enemies. A fucking laser gun literally at his fingertips! The unfortunate result of his extreme paranoia.
• Lock-breaking paws
Oh yeah, those paws aren't there for show or just as an excuse for Deadpool to compare Web-Surfer to a dog. Everyone loves fingerprints, retinal scanners, and facial recognition these days, mostly. These bad boys can match fingerprints and retinas from a police database he totally didn't hack into. No, sir.
Webby's paws also can allow him to try to break a lock manually if all else fails! Computer science is handy in his line of work.
• Drones
Tiny little drones used to take pictures, spy on and track people, or survey an area. They're just cameras that fly.
• 'Headphones'
Those stupid disks with antennae act as speakers/headphones, communication devices, and ear defenders when his sensitive hearing is too much for him.

Notes

• Web-Surfer's mask has hammerspace, don't worry about how hair fits in there.
• Web-Surfer's suit has paws on his palms and bottoms of the feet.
• Acne scars, other scars, and pins can be drawn however. They should just look similar in roughly the same spot.
• Virgil has dreads. He's bad at hair care, so I make them look messy/frazzled-ish.
• The wings on Virgil's head are not attached to his hat, but they are a part of it. They move to convey Virgil's emotions. (e.g., shoot upwards when surprised) These wings cannot make him fly.
• Virgil is transmasc. He has top surgery scars. The scars can be styled however, along with all of the scars on his body. You want to make them look like stars? Go nuts. Web-looking scars? Cool. Go ahead.
• Virgil also has some body hair on his arms, legs, torso, armpits, and crotch. The hair is curly, not straight.
• This guy suffers from resting bitch face. He can be drawn with a shadow obscuring a part or his entire face. It's fun. This man suffers from looking extremely pissed in every situation.

Trivia

• Web-Surfer was voted the #1 Superpowered Ass of 2998. His cheeks jiggle with shame.
• Web-Surfer wore sweatpants until a bit after Virgil's eighteenth birthday.
• It may or may not be the only person in his entire bloodline who isn't named after a consumable item.
• He uses video game moves in fights sometimes. He's performed a Shoryuken one too many times.
• He is a victim of having soft and mushy insides beneath the hardest and coldest exterior ever concieved.

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