Should I take a bow? Pleas though, no panties... I don't trust panties from the internet =|
Also, should I go ahead and throw up that Damage CS here for approval?
Alright we're spamming. We should stop...like now or risk the wrath of Hilan. I'm particularly more afraid of him.
So Sloth has GA. I have Flash Superboy. I Am has Damage. Alright Cool.
Taka is right, you guys are spamming. I generally wouldn't have a problem with it. But since this OOC is still at its conception, I'd ask you to tone it down a bit.
.....Afraid of Hilly? Who even? I'm usually the bitch of the group.
Though I'm afraid you can't do a GL or Fate. Knight Hawk and someone else, if I'm not mistaken, have GL's. And though I'd ideally like to keep it at 1 GL, they already had theirs in before I took the reign. As for Fate, I've already got him.....though I made him a her. (Say wha?!?)
Sloth, what happened to NightWing. I personally was looking forward to him.
I Am, yes you can do Damage.
Also Sloth did GL WAY before them. Nightwing was a GL. Just Goku.
Hell, I could rewrite him to put some drama between him and Talia (after all, who doesn't like incest after reading A Song of Ice and Fire?) or something else that causes him to leave the league, but yeah...if Bruce's the Bats, I'd feel weird being NW, unless I wrote him into the backstory somewhere, but one of the things I liked about him was that he was related to Batman without being his former sidekick or something, hell, Abel almost killed Aazam a couple of times, from what we were working out. So, all in all, I'd rather not, as it'd be difficult putting Bruce into the story without getting my ass handed to me .
Listen carefully now, this might sound a little wild.
You made Azaam like, Red Robin? Red Hood?
You guys atm.
Carpe the fuck out of this Diem.
Everybody dies. Some more often than others.
Never consider yourself a ugly person, consider yourself a beautiful monkey.
Alias: Green Lantern
Real name: Lalo Digby
Hand-to-Hand Combat (Advanced): Lalo is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant using special styles of unarmed combat depending on his size. If he is small, he takes advantage of the opponent's larger form by assaulting points on their body that they would not expect and move to another before they detected him.
Espionage: Lalo's ability to alter his physical size makes him an ideal spy.
Firearms: Lalo is a skilled gunfighter and marksman.
As a native of the planet Imsk, Lalo Digby possesses the ability to shrink from normal human size to sub-atomic sizes, and any size in between. He retains most of his physical strength even at smaller sizes.
Lalo has the normal human strength of a man of his age, height, and build who engages in intensive regular exercise. He retains this level of strength even at microscopic-size.
Aside from his racial power, he is as equivalent as a standard human. When he shrinks however, he has to deal with the sizable threat that a .22 is as dangerous as a .44 if he is 3 feet tall.
While he will not admit to it any time soon, his health is starting to fail him. This does not affect his imagination or willpower but only the length to which he can strenuously engage in combat.
Old. His hair is short but combed back with its natural fluff of silver on top and solid black streaks running over his ears. His skin is leathered and tan from too many years out on the wild of many planets. His right emerald eye went missing from a perfect ambush sprung upon him while he was still "green". Under his suit is a great multitude of scars from a long life of senseless violence.
Militaristic, Old and grizzled dog of war playing papa bear to a bunch of young snots to keep them from doing more harm than good. He cant help but look at anyone under him like a sidekick.[Think of wildcat from batman, the brave/bold, and old man bruce wayne from batman beyond]
He used to be the son of a big time game hunter on Imsk and he followed in her footsteps flawlessly, literally on some hunts. The game hunting training turned to military practice for a civil war, unfortunately such a military career landed him in exile from his home planet as technologies such as the phantom zone had not been developed yet on their planet. In exile on an uncivilized planet, he was discovered by a member of the lantern corps and his willpower was truly a testament as he had lived for a over year in absolute isolation aside from the native beasts trying to feast upon him on the darkest nights or brightest days. He was not evil like his exile might suggest, but rather quite disciplined from a military career like so many others have been. He was given guardianship of sector 2814 as Imsk is in the same sector as the famous nexus of earth so he joined the Local meta-militia group to monitor the dimensional focal as far too many strange things happen in this Solar system than can be coincidence.
Barack left University with a degree in geology and archaeology, soon making a career of both of these gifts. From his travels around Africa, Barack has learnt many skills; from hand-to-hand combat to farming. He also can parkour pretty well, having to learn quickly after being chased through cities by soldiers. He knows a bit of mechanics, but not enough to create his own weapons, he leaves that to Gerald.
Since he is a regular human, he can be killed quite easily. Though luckily his suit has a light bulletproof padding installed to stop bullets.
Appearance:Suit: Barack's suit is made out of light bulletproof padding and is able to stop bullets fired from a distance, thought any firearms can kill him if they are close enough.
Beetle Blaster: The Beetle Blaster fires a sonic blast, which can be tuned to different frequencies. His mask blocks the effects of it.
Bombs: Barack has a collection of small bombs in his utility belt. He has three types; Smoke, flashbang and explosive. The bombs are spherical in shape and can be set off via a remote if needed.
Barack is fairly athletic and muscular. Nicely groomed facial hair and short hair. His eyes are brown. Barack is usually found wearing a shirt and tie.
Barack grew up in a fairly rich family in Nigeria. This meant he received a decent education. He graduated from University with degrees in Geology and Archaeology and once he turned 20, he left home to journey though Africa. Over these years he learned to fight and fend for himself, making a small name for himself by helping villages find water sources and building wells.
His life got turned upside down though, when he was captures by Apes. Yep. Giant Gorillas. He was taken to a huge hidden city in the jungle, ruled by a fearsome albino gorilla named Grodd. During his capture and the days leading to his execution, Barrack learnt a lot about the city. He discovered something important though. The thing which had protected the city for the past hundreds of years. A small blue beetle shaped bit of metal. Without it, the city would crumble, which is exactly what happened on the day of his execution as he swiped it in order to make his escape.
Apon learning of what he had done, the government of Zambia awarded Barrack with medals and awards, and after a year he received a job as a professor at Lusaka University. After a few years of working there, he was offered a job in America by Kord Industries. Accepting the offer immediately, he left for the USA.
After receiving plane tickets, Belawa finally fulfilled his dream and arrived in the states. Midway City to be exact. He met with his new boss straight away; Gerald Thompson. Gerald was very interested in the scarab and he promised Barack that he would find out what it was. On his way to his new apartment that night, Barack was mugged. He managed to fend off the attacker, but it kept him thinking. This place needed a hero. Maybe he could do it? He knew how to fight after all! Returning back to work the next day, he kept his plans to himself, though the idea stayed right in his mind. Over the next month, he slipped various devices into his pocket, which he worked on at home.
Two months after his arrival in Midway City, he was ready. Clad in a black suit with a collection of smoke pellets and bombs in his pockets, he prowled the streets, stopping crime. It was great, but Barrack knew he was missing something. If he really wanted to be a hero, he had to become a symbol. Someone for the people of Midway City to look up to. Someone to protect them. So just like the blue metal had protected the apes of Zambia, Barrack Belawa became the Blue Beetle.