The camera crew were ready, the warm up act had just finished, and the crowd was braced in apprehension for the show to come. This was daytime TV, and the host was explaining to the audience when to pay attention to the clap signs, about who the celebrity guests where, and how long all this would take.

Several screams tore through the air from the back of the stage, and assorted stage hands of both genders, as well as half the members of an up-an-coming soft-rock band, ran, as if for their lives, across the stage and up though the isles to freedom.
Onto the stage walked a corpse. It was deffinatly a corpse. It was quite literally skin and bones.
Musculature, internal organs, and all the rest where withered away, and the skin, greyish yellow, tightly bound the bones. The head was little more than a skull, again with but a thin layer of greyish yellow skin. the lipless mouth displayed a clean array of teeth, whilst burning red orbs lay in the sockets in place of the eyes. Dank black hair fell to the shoulders. This monstrosity wore fashionable boots, black jeans, and a paisley shirt in pink and green.

It grinned, well, its mouth opened slightly, and it sat on one of the plush seats in the middle of the stage.
It watched the host, who seamed frozen to the spot.
Eventually, the host found herself able to move, and quite against all reason, walked over and sat in the seat opposite the smiling corpse.
"Err, hello". Said the host.
"Hiya" said the corpse, "I'm Viktor, Viktor Wight"
The host twitched slightly, and continued.
"And why have you come here today"
"Well", said Viktor, "I've decided to be a super hero, so I thought it best to tell people".
"A super hero"?
"Oh yes" he replied, "You see, I was born over a thousand years ago. I studied magic, fire magic mainly, but also a few teleportation spells. Have you seen the monty python films? Tim the enchanter? Basically that. Aaaanyway, christianity moved into the nearby village, and convinced the townfolk that I was working with devils, which I was not I might add, but coincedentally, I was looking into making myself undead at the time, before I got any older".
"So, I thought it best to get out of the way, before the locals came on the rampage. So, I faked my own death, made myself undead, and went to sleep for about 950 years. I woke up about 30 years ago, and I've been watching TV since then, catching up with the times".
The host just sat, in shock.
"Right, so if people can not attack me when I'm helping them, that would be much appreciated, thats all I came to say".

Viktor clicked his fingers, and vanished in a puff of burned sulphor.

Powers : Gunner. Ranged (fire), Defence (dark)
Travel : Teleport
Priorities : 1=Blow up villains, 2=Save people, 3=blow up other stuff, 4=stop catastrophe's (if theres time).