“In popular folklore, the Warwicks gained their powers sometime in the mid-eighteen hundreds. Ruford Warwick was a young sugar cane farmer in southern Florida. Having grown frustrated by his business prospects, it is alleged that he summoned a cosmic horror and ‘sold it his soul’ in exchange for power and fortune.
Although the historical details remain murky, Warwick was undeniably physically changed by this event. On his head grew a pair of horns, his tongue became forked, and his teeth were sharpened, possessing now their own mutagenic properties. Warwick had acquired the power of lordship over sugar, and he used his newfound abilities to flourish his business. He founded Sweettooth Incorporated, the largest candy company in North America. This company - and his mutations - he would pass to his son, Richard Warwick, who would then pass to his son, Ripley.
Ripley Warwick grew up in Sunnyvale City, the modern headquarters of Sweettooth Inc. and the location of its primary factory. Ripley lacked his grandfather’s industrious lust for power and wealth, instead spending his days in pursuit of hedonism and infamy. He used his forefather’s company and its infrastructure to extravagantly torment the populace of Sunnyvale, evading consequences and sparring with the local superheroes. For many years, Ripley succeeded in his quest to star in every headline, but in time, the public grew bored of his antics. He took a drastic measure to maintain their attention. Inspired by the misinterpreted words of his therapist, he decided to embark on a redemption arc.”
“He’s an aggravating brat, that’s what he is, an irritant. This is all some kind of game to him. What supervillain turns himself in? I would have thought it was a ploy if not for his previous record of being stupid and reckless. Well his lawyers won’t be able to save him now. Not if he truly does plead guilty. He said enough to me just in this room to put him away for ten lifetimes.
It will be like Christmas morning the day I finally detain a Warwick. He’ll know the instant he sets foot into my prison that this is not another one of his funny little schemes. I’ll admit, the trial date is marked on my calendar.”
-Dr. Cold
