Tyler Bridge
| Maggie Bernard is a net.heroic ghost created by Amabel Holland. | |
| Alter Ego: | None |
| Aliases: | None |
| Primary Writer: | Amabel Holland |
| Status: | Member of the LNH (Classic Team) |
| Usability: | [should prolly ask Amabel] |
Contents
History
On a car ride with a friend, Tyler Bridge told her that if she crashed and survived when he died, he would come back and haunt her. She did, so he did. But his friend ended up in a coma, so Tyler had to find someone else to haunt. Enter Maggie Bernard.
Tyler met Maggie when she had just attempted suicide and gotten stuck in a window. He talked her down from her depression somewhat, but then she transformed into her blob form and fell on him, becoming convinced she'd killed him. She was a little surprised to find him having breakfast with her mother in the morning, after which he explained his circumstances to her.
Together they got wrapped up in a tangled and horrific murder mystery and battlded a demon. By the end, Maggie had faced down her guilt and decided to join the LNH, and Tyler was along for the ride.
Net.Heroes On Parade
Tyler moved into the LNHQ as Maggie's roommate.
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Personality
Chatty and gregarious. Very opinionated. Affectedly quirky, a little childish. Puts up a know-it-all front to conceal deeper vulnerability.
Tends to address everyone by both their first and last names.
Powers and Abilities
He's a ghost--specifically, the kind who has a material body and is basically percieved as a regular person. He doesn't have any real spiritual abilities, but he can't die (because he's already dead).
Appearance
From Journey Into Irrelevancy #15:
- He wasn't particularly tall and he wasn't particularly short; he wasn't fat and he wasn't thin; if anything, he leaned towards the slightly-over-average height and the slightly-over-average weight category. His face was boyish and round, and it made him look about twelve; his ill-groomed facial hairs--for they were too sparsely distributed about his cheeks and chin to warrant being labeled as something as organized as "hair"--made him look twenty-something. He wore a pinstripe suit, probably lifted from a Halloween costume display, and used an old man's cane, probably more for show than anything else. He had a simple boy's summer haircut; in the darkness, Maggie couldn't tell that his hair and eyes were both excremental shades of brown. His pant legs were pulled down in an attempt to hide the fact that his shoes were Velcro.
