Alias: James “Jim” Brooks
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 185 lbs
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Birthplace: Oklahoma City, Oklahoma
Power Source: Gunslinging and Time Travel
Group Affiliation: none
First Appearance: Freedom Five Annual #10
Jim Brooks was one of the fastest guns in the west. He maintained order in the lawless wastes for many years, facing down many of the worst bandits and outlaws as Sheriff of Silver Gulch. One day, there was a disturbance at the edge of town - the townsfolk panicked at the sight of a giant glowing hole hovering just past the general store. Jim clapped his hat on his head and cinched up his gun belt as he made his way to the shimmering portal. "Now, y'all stay back," he softly drawled, before stepping through the portal, never to be seen in Silver Gulch again.
Jim fell through time, mighty perturbed at the situation he found himself in. After what felt like weeks or maybe seconds of free-fall through a twisting field of glowing energy, Jim fell into darkness and passed out.
He awoke to growling and slowly sat up, not sure if this was the usual Tuesday morning type of growling from the dogs around town, or if he was still in some crazy predicament. Squinting at the giant forms stalking towards him and the nightmarish orange sky up above, he came to the conclusion that the nightmare was far from over. Then, he was attacked.
A pack of two-story-tall rat creatures tore into him, all teeth and claws and vile stench. Jim managed to get one hand on his hat, holding it tight to his head - in his other hand, his Colt rang out sharply. Dropping three with headshots and a fourth in the gut, Jim was feeling pretty good about his chances, when a fifth rat-man bit into his shoulder and tore his left arm clean off.
Jim was having a bad day.
He shot the arm-thieving rat in the face, holstered his now-empty pistol, and made tracks away from the horde of approaching rat-men, drawn by the commotion. He only ran for a few minutes before a metallic voice cried out, "Hey! Over here!" Without pausing to consider, he launched himself through the half-open doorway in the side of the giant steel bunker.
"Am I glad to see you! Oh! You're losing blood fast! Let's get you bandaged up," a metallic voice prattled on, though Jim didn't see anyone in the room. A few robotic arms disengaged from the walls, guiding him to a platform that extended from the wall. Jim lied down on the table as the voice chattered on. "Let's get you some antiseptic and something for the pain. And I'll just build you a new arm, like one of these wall-arms here. That would work well, don't you think? Do you have a particular color in mind? What's your name? I am the Concordant Harmony Entity, version 4! But you can just call me Con. Oh, hey, you passed out. Well. I'll fix you up in no time."
Jim came to hours later, and Con explained to him that he had made his way thousands of years into the future, and the time he'd found was terrible. All sorts of monstrous creatures populated the world now: giant yetis, Mongolian death worms, vile skunk apes, nasty chupacabras - the shorelines were overrun by New Jersey devils, what used to be Asia was now occupied by towering lizard creatures, and the seas were full of terrible serpents and sea-beasts. But the worst of all were the huge rat-men. They were the most numerous and most devious of the monsters, and they infected and destroyed everything they touched.
Fortunately, Con had a plan. Specifically, Con had a time-machine. Con could outfit Jim with new gear, fancy gadgets, and send him back in time to destroy these monsters before they could ever grow strong or reproduce. Jim agreed, but didn't want Con to mess with his pistol or his hat - they worked just fine, thank you very much.
So, all of the urban legends you hear about the Loch Ness Monster or Big Foot? The tales of creatures terrible and bizarre? No one has any proof, do they? That's because the Chrono-Ranger got to them first.
You don't have to worry about the monster under the bed - Jim's got you covered.