Birth Name

Derek Fisher


August 17, 1980


Blockbuster has extreme strength and super-dense flesh. He’s not bullet-proof, but nearly so.


The Condors (1998-2001)

The Gatekeepers (2001-Present)


Blockbuster grew up in the Bay Area city of Pleasanton, California. An excellent student and graphic artist, Derek chose to pursue the life of a meta, joining The Condors at age 18 and transitioning to The Gatekeepers when The Condors disbanded.


Blockbuster is an imposing figure, and as such, rarely needs to act in any way contrary to his calm and pleasant personality. He is quiet and reserved, with a soft voice that surprises most people.

Excerpt from Renaissance

Before I knew it, Post Street came to an end at Presidio Avenue. I stood there on the corner, surprised. Had I really been walking that long? My stomach rumbled with hunger, so I turned north and made my way to Ella’s, an eatery popular with some of the Gatekeepers.

I got there just before the end of their breakfast hours and headed to the counter, where I saw a familiar figure. I made my way over and sat next to the enormous African-American man. “Hey, Derek.”

The man turned and smiled. “Dyna, hey! I haven’t seen you in ages!”

Derek Fisher had been one of my teammates in the Gatekeepers. But today he was dressed in civilian clothes, not his Blockbuster outfit. “I know,” I said. “How have you been?”

“Wonderful,” he said in his surprisingly soft voice. He pulled out his wallet and opened it toward me. “Shauna and I have a kid, now,” he said as I looked at the photo of the adorable little boy. “That’s James,” he said. “Five months old.” He smiled as he put away his wallet.

“He’s adorable,” I said. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks,” he said, then waited quietly while the waitress took my drink order and handed me a menu. Then he said, “What brings you out this way? Another chat with Invictus?”

“Oh, you know about those, huh?”

Derek laughed. “Everyone knows about those.”

“They do, huh? Well, not today. Just out for a walk.” He nodded, but I could see the questions in his eyes. “Go ahead,” I said. “I know what you want to ask me.”

He smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, Dyna. But is it true, that you…?”

I nodded. “Yeah.” I knew more questions were coming. I was used to them from the few people who knew the truth. But he surprised me.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “That must have been… I don’t even have words.”

I gave a half-smile. “Thank you.” I’d forgotten how kind and considerate he was. I wondered why we hadn’t been better friends when I was on the team. Probably because I was still a bit of a selfish bitch, then.