by praxis
For reasons unknown, I am at times receptive to video game personalities that are somewhat less than savory. Perhaps it is because I find individuals with deep-seated character flaws, even villainous ones, to be ultimately more believable and compelling than those who exhibit exaggerated heroic qualities. Sure, let's go with that. What follows is a list of characters who are all right by me, despite being underhanded, malignant, or otherwise unpleasant.
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An elaborate conspiracy to plunge the United States into chaos notwithstanding, it's hard not to like a man who rocks Italian suits, a thick mustache, and has a thing for strapping heavy weaponry to Corvettes.
As far as I'm concerned, Ash is exactly what KoF needed: someone to put all the preening pretty boys of the series on notice, all the while being prettier than they are. He's also a complete dick about it, which is priceless.
As a character, this guy's pretty nondescript, but with his peacock motif he's on the cutting edge of sinister fashion. Nothing says "Guess what? I'm evil!" quite like killing one of the world's most beautiful creatures just to drape it around your neck.
He went to all the trouble of saving the world from a race of evil, flesh-eating abominations only to be resurrected after death to destroy his life's work. Some guys just don't have any luck.
On the short list of scumbag things to do, bringing a bo staff to a fist fighting tournament is definitely up there. Then again, when people are shooting fire from their hands, all bets are off, right?
The Deceiver knows what he wants: power. So long as he achieves his goal, he's not averse to a little skulduggery. Or a lot. Alienation and exile are just the wages of his insatiable lust.
Some guys are incredibly gifted at being supercilious. Domino Hurley is the Picasso of patronization, the Chopin of condescension, and a man whose offer of assistance is the worst insult of all.
Some enemies are so much more appealing than the hero that they simply scream out for their own game. Such was the case with Firebrand. Sorry Arthur, but I'll take flying and breathing fire over double jumping and chucking a lance any day of the week.
Poor Frank. A mutant who hates mutants. One day he'll wake up and realize why he's three meters tall, and he's going to need a strong drink.
Someone needs to put that pansy Link in his place, and I don't see anyone else stepping up to the task.