What People Should Call You: I get called *anything*. Shane, Mac, Shane-O, Shane-O-Mac, Mac Daddy, Shanage, Rich Boy...

SuperHero’s Name and Alias: Famous Psychic Raccoon, aka Shane McMahon

Motto: You can't kill what you can't catch! (*grin*)

Battle Cry: (*suddenly scowls*) I'm in a custody battle. I don't want to talk about it. But in the interim, I'm using, (*takes a deep breath*) YOYOYOYOYO!

Weapon: The Board With A Nail In It. (*in response to the weird look he's getting*) I was last in the weapons line that day. I think I made up for it with the Power Thingamabob...if only I could figure out what it does.

Backup HQ: The Mean Streets of Greenwich! (*goes into a faux-gangsta pose, looking inordinately proud of himself*)
(*Rod cheerfully pipes up*) "In the Treehouse of Heroism!"
(*Shane deflates*) Er, right.

Color(s): black and blue. (*glares*) Hey, stop laughing.

SuperTeam: The Canadian Justice Bureau. Safety in numbers, you know.

SuperPartner: Sometimes the S3. Depending on how long I can take him, he's a pain in the a-- (*Sean walks into the room*) --ay, Sean!
(*Sean nods*) "Yeah, that's what I *thought*."
(*Shane rolls his eyes*)

Sidekick: (*gestures to the bleach-blond next to him*) Lightning Rod, here.
(*Rodney beams*) "I'm the best Sidekick on the team."
(*Shane whispers*) He aims low in his goals.

Mascot/SuperPet: Drew, the Talking Mouse.
(*Drew scurries by*) "Damn straight."

SuperOutfits:

• Standard -- short-sleeved button-downs, usually black, and black pants. (*shrugs*) I'm preppy.
• CrimeFightin -- black leather jacket, dark blue shirt, black pants.
• DressedUp -- How formal? Because you know, there are different levels of formality, I mean, you wouldn't necessarily wear the same thing to a luncheon as to a gala, and what's the occasion? Who's gonna be there? Not to mention -- (*sees the looks he's getting*) -- that I'm gonna shut up now. Usually? Strictly black tie.

Powers: (*ticks them off on his fingers*) Telekinesis, Trivial Psychic powers level 4, and pyrokinesis, but I don't have my degree in that yet. (*adds, after getting nudged by Rod*) Oh yeah, and the, um, (*coughs*) All-Powerful Puppy Dog Eyes. (*shrugs*) But there's no *dignity* in that. (*pause*) Oh yeah! And I run like hell.

Source of Powers: home study courses, genetics, and an overcompensation complex that gets fueled by caffeine.

Weakness: mechanical pencils. And faux pas. (*cringes*) But I'm working on being less anal as far as that goes.

Mode of Transportation: (*answers quickly*) Cabs.
(*Rodney blinks*) "But Shane-O, what about --"
(*sigh*) All right, fine, Da Lime Green Pimp-mo-zine. (*grumbles under breath*) See if you ever get *me* to step foot in that thing, doesn't *matter* that I paid for it.

Nemesis: Darth Vince and the rest of the United Confederation of Wrongness, and the Overactin Empress. (*clears throat*) But I don't have any issues, honest.

Likes: coffee! (*grins maniacally*) In fact, I believe Lily once mentioned something about amounts that would kill a normal man? That sounds about right. Dancing --
(*Lily coughs "prancing" under her breath as she goes past*)
(*Shane either doesn't hear or just ignores her*) Impressing people, the high life, and computers. Not as much as my old sidekick, though, he was obsessed with them... (*Rod's lip trembles*) ...but then, we don't talk about the ex-sidekick anymore...eh-heh. (*clears throat and looks around*)

Dislikes: Extended physical activity, sleep, tackiness, and people who threaten to beat me up. (*nods*) I guess I'm a wuss at heart.

Bad Habits: Drinking too much coffee. (*smiles apologetically*) Headline-chasing, overestimating my powers, and I can't get out of the habit of expecting to be waited on.