Winston Little


Gender: Male

Kit: Super

Location: Khazan Proper


Alignment: Hero

Team: The Sentinels of Liberty and Justice


Strength: standard (rank 1)

Agility: standard (rank 1)

Mind: superior (rank 2)

Body: superior (rank 2)

Spirit: (rank )

Charisma: (rank )


Fame Points: 519

Personal Wins: 45

Personal Losses: 26

Team Wins: 0

Team Losses: 0

Tourney Wins: 0

Tourney Losses: 0


Status: Active


Winston had his first X-ray when he was five. His mother had taken the day off from her busy work schedule and brought Winston to the hospital because his stomach had been hurting him for three days prior. She assumed it was just a little tummyache - the doctor would prescribe some antacid or hot tea and then she'd be able to dump her kid off at his school. To Winston it was knives in his gut. He felt angry monsters inside trying to claw their way out, but he pretended it didn't hurt, because mommy didn't like taking days off from work.

Winston sat on the doctor's bench, with the protective paper over it. He loved the doctor's office. There was so much to look at. There were so many new things to experience. Like the device the doctor used to look in his ear. Winston had just started to take it down from its rack on the wall when the doctor walked in.

"Excuse me," Winston's mother stood up, ready to give the doctor the talking-to of his life. "We have been waiting here a whole hour. I don't think X-rays take that long to develop."

The doctor paused and stared at the woman standing next to him. "Yes, well, there seem to be complications." The woman began to ask questions, but the doctor spoke over her. "Listen, ma'am. Your son seems to have grown an extra organ."

"What?" The woman shot a glance over at Winston. "Don't touch that sweetie." He had grabbed the otoscope and was putting it in his ear. The doctor swept over and took the device from Winston before turning back to his mother.

"It's more than just that, ma'am. Just behind his left lung, he seems to have a bag of sorts, which has within it, Ritalin." Winston's mother gawked. "Yes, it left us quite puzzled too, which is why it took us so long to get back here. We will need to perform surgery to get them out and we will need to do more tests to find out exactly why and how he managed to produce actual pills within him. Ma'am, Winston is going to be in this hospital for at least the next week, maybe even more than that. I suggest you explain that to him."

Winston was sitting there staring into the hair-swirl in the back of the doctor's head, and he had understood all of it.


Two years later, Winston was at school, coloring. His classmates had moved past it long ago - in second grade the children of Rockwell Elementary had discovered basketball and went outside every recess. All except Winston, who would stay inside and draw for the entire hour.

On this particular occasion he was drawing a cow. He finished the horns and then frowned at his paper. The teacher noticed him staring and walked over.

"What's the matter, sweetie."

"I put the cow in a zoo, Miss Bean." Winston replied. He tilted his head as though that would reveal to him some semblance of understanding.

"Um,yes." Miss Bean replied. "He is in a zoo. But what's wrong, you look upset."

"Cows don't go in zoos, cows go in farms. But I'm drawing in crayon, so I can't fix it."

"Well, you can draw another picture."

"But why?" Winston turned to look at his teacher. "Why don't cows go in zoos."

"Well, cows are farm animals, dear."

"What's the difference between a farm animal and a zoo animal?" Winston asked.

"Well, zoo animals we keep for entertainment, because people like to see new and different animals like elephants and tigers." Miss Bean thought a moment. "Farm animals, we keep them around because we need things from them, like cows give milk and chickens give eggs and-" Miss Bean stopped short as she realized who she was talking to.

"Am I a farm animal, Miss Bean?" Winston asked.

"No, Winston, you're a human."

"Miss Bean, what's the difference between a human and a farm animal." During the conversation, Winston had turned fully to his teacher, leaving the cow picture forgotten. Miss Bean was lost by this question.

"We- we keep humans around," she said scrounging for a good answer, "because we love them. Not because we need them or anything, but because we care for their well-being."

Winston scrunched his face up in thought. "What if I say I don't want to go to the hospital any more."

"Oh, you have to. You're doing so much good in the world. We need you." Miss Bean realized her mistake just a second too late.

"I don't want to be a farm animal any more." Winston said coldly. He walked outside to go play basketball with his friend Ryan.


The BioChemical Duplication Effect

     Duplication: superior (rank 2)


Two years ago.

Winston was lying on the emergency table, arms held down by metal, face obscured by a machine that would soon pump Nitrous Oxide into his lungs. He could hear his mom's voice over the excited doctors' all gathered round the room.

"We only tried it once," he could hear her saying, "He's only really had one pill, I swear it! It wasn't working, so we just never gave him more."

Panic overtook Winston.

"Mom." His voice was distorted through the mask. It drove the fear deeper into his gut. "MOM!"

With a click-clack of heels on linoleum, she was by his side in a minute. "Yes, Winston."

"I'm scared. You said it's a surgery?"

"Yes, Winston."

"That means they're gonna cut me. With a knife."

"Yes honey, but don't worry. You'll be numbed, you won't even feel it."

Winston relaxed and laid his head back on the pillow they'd provided. At that moment, the doctor walked in and placed a comforting hand on the boy's forehead.

"All right, Winston. Today we are going to make history, are you ready?" Winston nodded. "Ok, now, breathe normally." The doctor turned on the gas pump. Winston smelled cotton candy faintly for a second before he drifted off into his imagination.

The pain was there during the whole operation, but somehow distant. Winston occasionally looked down at the doctor pulling bloody pieces out of his stomach, but then got distracted by some errant thought and set his head back on the pillow. The pain returned acutely, later. Winston looked down to see the doctor working with a needle and thread.

"ow," he said weakly.

"Looks like our boy is up." The doctor commented. "We found, no less than seventy-five fully formed pills within you. Kid, you're gonna be famous."


Pills glorious pills

     Healing: superior (rank 2)

  • Area Affect
  • Super Area of Effect


ive years after his first operation, Winston found himself standing on a podium in Storm City in front of a crowd of thousands. His backdrop was the Khazanian capital building. Standing to his right, was Doc Velocity, president of Khazan and to his left Trevor Cale, the best and brightest of the Sentinels.

Trevor spoke loudly into a microphone. "We are gathered here today to present Winston Little with honorary Sentinelship." There was a swell of applause and cheering from the crowd. Winston's grin extended even farther. "In the last five years, this kid has saved more lives, even then some top level Sentinels out there." More applause. More cheering. More beaming ear-to-ear grin from Winston. "This child here is a model of selflessness, sacrifice, and love for humanity and I encourage each and every one of you to be like him." Boundless applause and cheering. Thousands of people erupted in joyous shouting on the main street of Storm City. Trevor Cale slipped the mike directly to Winston - Doc Velocity not being much of a speaker. Before he entirely let go, he leaned in to the microphone "Anything to say, Winston?"

"Um..." Winston was never much of a public speaker. A philanthropist, but not one who was good at speaking to those he saved. "I'm only ten so - I might not say smart stuff and all, but I am just glad that I can help out. I bet I saved some of you guys's lives out there." Winston scanned the crowd and noticed a woman crying. He faltered slightly. "um-but- and I just want to say thanks everyone for letting me help you." Winston handed the microphone to Trevor. His mother and two other men ushered him off the podium. Winston sat in the back of the limousine and cried silently. He hid his tears from his mother, but he was pretty sure the bodyguards noticed.

"I don't want to be a farm animal any more," he whispered to himself.