The A-Hole.  I would parade around in a skin tight suit of Dr. Manhattan altered latex which could change colors/patterns to conceal me like a seductive cameleon.  From a small boom box on my otherwise useless utility belt pumping, cinematic theme music would play based on what was going on around me.  Criminals would turn law abiding to not deal with the likes of me in that suit. 

The Remnant

Indistinct and indescribable… I have no need for a mask. Though shrouded in draby duster and tattered slouch hat, my features are of no consequence, and by my very nature others have no use remembering me. I am ever present, but soon forgotten. I am that which is left behind.

Others fear me, though they know not why. Yet, they should fear me, as I know that piece of them that they prefer was left in the past… the past that is open to me. For I am that remaining trace, that small surviving bit long thought lost… thought buried… thought safe. But when disturbed I hunt down those who think to hide the past, those who think they are safe, those who believe they have left their terrible misdeeds hidden behind them.

Those who were hurt, those who were slighted, those who were maligned or murdered call for me. Though they know not what they call for. They know… they pray, for something to be found that was lost. They seek that one small piece of the past that can bring closure… bring justice.

I am what they call for, what they search for, what they hope for. But, I am inconsequential. I am insignificant. I am but a Remnant. But I am all that is needed.
 

i'd be the Anarchist, and since i don't trust the police, i'll be prowing the donut shops, in civies, keeping watch on the cops

GOD this movie touched me.  And then it tried to touch me again.  I said no.  But I let it anyways.  Because sometimes no does mean yes. ( :

I would call myself "Nauticus."

An intensely focused animal rights activist (with an emphasis on aquatic creatures), I prowl the pier district, rounding up criminals who wrongly exploit my friends in the animal kingdom and any other scum that might float to the surface.

Due to an unfortunate personality disorder, I think I can communicate with animals because I believe I'm a reincarnated relative of Poseidon.

My costume is simple enough. I sport nothing but a brown leather loin cloth, and my preferred weapon is a detached anchor. I find it deals justice perfectly every time I wield it.

And no law put in place could ever stop me from doing what Poseidon birthed me for.

ALL RIGHT!! GIGGIDY GIGGIDY GIGGIDY!, I checked my private massages ( I think I'm doing it right) but it says there are none, how do I claim my prize, don't make me get Drunk on your azz!!

Thanks Mania!