Create-A Hero OOC

[Raptorman]

I am unsure how to start lol

[Nitemare Shape]

I am unsure how to start lol

I hate when that happens. I'm actually having a bit of writer's block myself. But I find that it's best to write through it. Sometimes those specific posts aren't the best, but it help in the long run.

[Tearstone]

Can Page 1 be updated, namely approved characters list.

Also... I might have a bit of a problem, Nitemare.

[Ghostly Bagel]

One thing I enjoy doing is listening to music and looking up photos that can help me produce something. If you are having a block in your writing then ask yourself who your character is, what might be happening, you know the basic "5 W" rule. If you have anything to work with from there, you can then look for inspiration that is related to it. Maybe it will work, maybe it won't. It certainly helps me though!

[EnterTheHero]

Character you have created: Arthur Donovan Garrow Jr.
Alias: Abaddon, the Destroyer

Speech Color: Color #006699

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Secret. It's helped in that his civilian identity is thought to be dead.

Character Personality: Fate has not been kind to Arthur, and his attitude shows it. He is bitter, has a dangerous temper with numerous triggers (It's less of a berserk button and more of a berserk keyboard.), and he's perfectly willing to kill you if you pull any of those triggers. However, he's not a raging berserker, but rather something quite a bit more terrifying. He is always tranquil, composed, erudite- seemingly perfectly calm as he rips off your jaw and beats you to death with it. There are few people he actually trusts- his brother being one of them. He's not much better comapny even then, however...

Uniform: A long, black hooded coat (the hem of the coat reaches past his knees), combat fatigues/boots, and a military-grade gas mask. Just look at this:


He doesn't actually carry a gun, you can disregard that.

The lenses of his mask glow blue when he starts to channel his powers. Just by the way.

Origin Info/Details: Arthur D. Garrow, Jr. was once simply a typical engineer.

Well. As typical as one can be when your parents are billionaires and you could brush your teeth with a street sweeper without taking a scratch. For some reason beyond his understanding, Arthur was always durable. And by durable, we mean capable of falling out of a third-story window and come out of it only slightly winded. His parents- a successful businesswoman and lucky-bastard entrepeneur, respectively- were able to keep most of these incidents under wraps as Arthur was growing up, with a few surreptitious "check-ups" on the side to try and see the reason behind his abilities. But, as the years went by, and Arthur's powers went largely unnoticed, the family decided to simply ignore it. After all, it's not like it was hurting anyone, right? Quite the opposite in fact. So Arthur grew up. He went to college, got a degree, married and had twin daughters.

And just like that, it all went down the drain.

They said it was a freak accident- the car simply wouldn't stop accelerating, was the official story. And just like that, Arthur's parents were bloody smears on scrap metal. And that was something Arthur could not accept. He couldn't shake the feeling that someone had arranged for that accident. And he was going to get to the bottom of it. Using their not-inconsiderable resources, Arthur and his brother, Gideon, began to look into the events that could have led to someone being made to shuffle Mr. and Mrs. Garrow off of the mortal coil. But just as the trail began to pick up, tragedy struck again. The official explanation was, once again, a car accident. Gideon was alive, but barely, subsisting on life support alone while his battered body tried to heal itself. Now certain that there existed facts that someone wanted hidden rather badly, Arthur redoubled his efforts to get to the bottom of the murder and attempted murder of his family.

The official explanation when his house exploded, killing his wife and children, was gas leak. And then there was absolutely nothing left to lose- instead of meekly backing down, Arthur was pushed to the absolute depths of his determination and rage. The floodgates had been opened, and Abaddon was one seriously pissed-off immortal. Arming himself with any resources he could, he went after the mysterious forces who dared to destroy everything he loved.

And then, just like that, he vanished. No ransom note, no demands, no body- in the blink of an eye, nothing remained of the once-great Garrow empire besides a comatose heir and a gaggle of businesses.

Three years passed before it began to happen. All across Lost Haven, criminals began dying in horrible, grotesque, and just downright impossible ways. A small-time mob boss ripped to pieces and then preserved in individual blocks of ice. An entire hotel room flash-frozen, sending a gaggle of enforcers to the hereafter. A pair of drug dealers crucified to the roof of a warehouse with blades of ice. No witnesses, no other survivors to tell of how it happened- just the same words, repeated over and over by the people nearby when the killings took place:

"All of a sudden, it just got very cold..."

Unbeknownst to the city of Lost Haven, Arthur had returned, somehow changed, driven half-mad by the experience that had given him the terrible new powers he now wielded. And the underworld now had a new force to fear. For though his goal remains the same- to track down the ones who made his life hell- he is no longer the gentler soul that was Arthur D. Garrow, Jr. Someone- something- new had taken his place.

The Destroying Angel. Guardian of the Bottomless Pit. Death himself.

Abaddon.

Hero Type: Elemental (Water/Ice)

Power Level: Level 3

Powers:
Cryokinesis- Manipulation of water in all its forms. His control is great enough that he can draw water from the air to use as a weapon.
Freezing Aura- Generates a blue flame-like energy that rapidly drains the thermal energy from anything it touches, freezing water to ice in seconds, inflicting serious ice burns on organic matter, etc.
Nigh Invulnerability- He's been tossed through a jet turbine before. He came out fine (albeit a mite less clothed than he was beforehand). The turbine was obliterated. One should note that there is no anchoring mechanism to this power- if he's struck with a heavy enough blow, he will be sent flying.
Increased Strength- Whether due to his indestructibility or simply another power on top of his other abilities, Abaddon is much stronger than the average human.

Attributes:

Strength Level: 10 tons

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Enhanced through training, but not more than any typical martial arts master.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Seemingly unlimited, no one has recorded the extent of his stamina. He just doesn't seem to get tired at all.

Agility: 5X (parkour practitioner, can jump very high due to enhanced strength, and he doesn't need to fear the landing as much as other people.)

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered. You never know when someone will pull out a power nullifier, or when stealth is more expedient.

Resources: Extreme. Being a significant threat to certain underworld-types makes them very eager to try and appeal to your better nature. Also, his brother is a CEO.

Weaknesses: Oxygen deprivation. Despite his incredible endurance, he still needs to breathe. Inadvisable to try and suffocate him in typical ways, such as strangulation or- God forbid- drowning. Seriously, how dumb do you have to be to try and kill a cryokinetic with water? Also, due to his invulnerability's lack of anchoring, he can be sent flying with a strong enough blow. While it probably won't kill him, it may distract him long enough for you to escape. Persistent he may be, but he's not omniscient.

Supporting Characters:

Gideon Garrow- Arthur's brother, CEO of Avalon Industries; provides the funding for most of Arthur's tech/investigations/etc.
Thomas Wilkes- a detective who was paid out to ignore the events that resulted in the deaths of Arthur's family; currently blackmailed by Arthur to keep him informed of any goings on in Lost Haven.
Dr. Elliot Colter- a technopath on Gideon's payroll; provides tech support for Arthur.
Captain Anthony DiMarco- Arthur's self-proclaimed nemesis. Character sheet inbound.

On the other side of this equation is the unknown threat that has made Abaddon's life a living hell over the past three or four years. Who or what is responsible for the murders of his parents and his family and the attempted murder of his brother is unknown. But Abaddon will turn Lost Haven inside out if he has to in order to find them.

What can you bring to the RPG?: Conflict, uncertainty, and potentially one of the first true "villains" of the RP. Imagine giving the Punisher ice powers. It's bad enough that Abaddon is perfectly willing to kill criminals rather than allow them the chance to avoid retribution, but he's also a world-class cryokinetic who can freeze things with a touch and absolutely will. Not. Die. Lawful types will want him stopped for his policy of "swift judgement." Bad guys will want him dead because he is a terribly powerful adversary.

All in all, Abaddon's very presence is sure to cause contention amongst the disparate elements of Lost Haven.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Do I! Just look up at the top!

Sample Post:

There was something approaching three-dozen armed guards training their weapons at the elevator as they crammed themselves into the foyer of the boss's penthouse. They weren't unduly worried about the intruder taking any alternate paths. First of all, there weren't any, not from the direction the intruder was taking into the safe house. Whatever powers or capabilities the man had, it was apparent flight was not one of them- he had simply walked into the lobby, greeted the guards downstairs politely, and, without stopping, calmly took hold of the doorman, ripped his right leg off, and beat a security guard to death with it.

It was safe to say that things rapidly went downhill from there.

The backup crew had simply watched in horror as the intruder took his time downstairs, tearing through the guys downstairs with nothing but his bare hands. The spectacle continued for around 30 seconds before the man conjured up... something, and every camera in the lobby shorted out in an instant. Now it was a waiting game- how long would it take him to finish with the downstairs crew? Would the guys end up finishing him? Doubtful. But there was a glimmer of hope that they would. Otherwise, the plan simply remained for the intruder to figure out the security system that locked down the elevator, or force his way in, or do whatever it was that he was going to do. Maybe he'd just take care of the guys downstairs and leave?

Somehow, that seemed less likely than him getting killed. They knew who it was who had come to visit.

The Angel.

There was a sound from the direction of the elevator as the hydraulics engaged, and the elevator began to ascend. A number of the guards soiled themselves in fear. This was it. No turning back now. No one touched the boss, not while they were still alive. Whoever- whatever this guy was, he would be stopped. He was only human, after all.

...Maybe.

After a small eternity, the elevator reached the top with a dissonant cheery ding. The guards decided to forgo letting the stranger reveal himself, and opened fire, pouring a man's weight in hot lead into the elevator as the doors opened to reveal... nothing? The elevator was empty. The guards ceased fire, keeping their weapons trained on the opening, in case he decided to drop from the ceiling. A few of them started, very slowly, approaching the elevator, weapons trained on the elevator door, even as it closed. Something was still very wrong here--

A crash from the ceiling suddenly alerted everyone as the intruder plunged through the skylight, dropping with enough force to crack the marble floor beneath his feet, and, in a fluid motion, surged toward the closest guard, grabbing the poor man's head, twisting it from his shoulders, and throwing it in a perfect submarine pitch into another guard, launching him across the room.

To say things went downhill after that would be like saying the ocean was moist- a terrible understatement that went entirely without saying.

Mr. Carver sat in his office, shaking terribly as he listened to the carnage outside. He'd finally come for him- that freak that had been killing everything in the underground for the past six months. And all the protection and training money could buy couldn't do a thing to stop him. After an endless few minutes, things finally settled down as what Carver assumed to be the last of his security bit the bullet. Hard. Carver clutched his own weapon to him, and suddenly the shaking stopped. The fear went away. What was the point? This Angel had killed everything he had thrown at him. There was no way he was getting out of this. He hefted the weapon, chuckling to himself, oddly calm. If he was going to die, he supposed he should go down swinging. That's how Grandpa always said a real man should bow out. With their boots on.

Calm, deliberate footsteps sounded outside Carver's office. Then, with a small click, the door slowly creaked open.

"Michael Carver?" said the Angel in a bright, calm voice.

Michael Carver rose, hefting the RPG-7 on his shoulder as he spun to face his killer.

"Present," he said, pulling the trigger.

The projectile flew across the office, impacting the gas-mask-wearing man at the other end, and making quite the bang as it exploded against him. A blast of sound, a flash of light, and a shock akin to being hit with a giant flyswatter converged on Mr. Carver, knocking him flat on his ass as the rocket exploded.

After laying there for some indeterminate amount of time, the room finally stopped spinning enough for Carver to look clearly at the man that now stood above him, his jacket shredded, one of the lenses of his mask shattered, but other wise no worse for wear. With an almost-quizzical tilt of his head, the man reached down, grabbing Carver by the lapels of his suit jacket, lifting him into the air as easily as he would a rag doll.

There was a coughing sound from the man that could have been a laugh. "I must admit. Of all the things I was expecting from you... that wasn't one of them." Turning sharply, the man heaved Carver over his head, bringing him down onto his very expensive desk, shattering it into a heap beneath him. Already stunned, Carver barely felt it as acceptance slowly rolled in. Please, God, let it be quick. Through his damaged eardrums, there was a sound that could have been cracking knuckles, and a flare of blue light that slowly rose to fill the entire office. Carver closed his eyes.

"It almost makes me sad that I have to kill you."

Blessedly, Carver was unconscious by this point, blissfully unaware of the Angel as he began his work.

---

The police arrive some time later, wading through the carnage, no small amount of men losing their most recent meals in the process. The penthouse held the worst of it. Over thirty men, ripped literally to pieces- by who or what, they couldn't be sure. At the top of the stairs awaited an oddly sterile crime scene. Michael Carver, situated in his chair, frozen solid in an instant, his eyes closed as though he was asleep. The only blood nearby was at the erstwhile mob boss's feet, taken from his men resting down in the foyer. Written in gore at Carver's feet were eight simple words:

For I am become death, destroyer of worlds.

[Hound55]

I am unsure how to start lol

Tell me about it. I played my character for two seasons with a well timed "in" to this universe and now I have to come up with a new one because its a different set of circumstances.

Working out the kinks now, but I'll have something up soon.

[Nitemare Shape]

Character you have created: Arthur Donovan Garrow Jr.
Alias: Abaddon, the Destroyer

Speech Color: Color #006699

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity: Secret. It's helped in that his civilian identity is thought to be dead.

.[/I]

Approved.


And yes, first page will be updated more than likely sometime today. I have to run out for a bit, and depending on when I get back I'll get that done.

[Nitemare Shape]

Also... I might have a bit of a problem, Nitemare.

If you like shoot me a PM if you wanted to talk about it.

Page 1 Roster has been updated. Ghostley Bagel, I didn't see an approval for your character, but you're all set. Lightbeam is approved and on the roster page.

[Kierenus]

Is this still open? I'm thinking of making a cross between an Assassin and wind powers. :3

[Nitemare Shape]

Is this still open? I'm thinking of making a cross between an Assassin and wind powers. :3

Yes. This game has an open enrollment.