Real Name: Charlie Flin
Alias: Con

Age: 22

Gender:Male

Place of Birth: Chicago

Occupation:Salesman

Physical Appearance:

Costume: Tends to vary mission to mission, but if he is being himself, he wears a pale white mask that covers his full face and full plain black outfit

Skills: Incredible liar and actor, good at reading people and deep psychological and sociological knowledge. Good with disguises . Decent fighter

Equipment/Resources: A large assortment of clothes, a number of contacts throughtout the city that have helped in cons, and others from being a salesman. Also has a pistol in dire situations

Weaknesses: Not the strongest physical fighter. His web of lies sometimes get him caught in trouble

Base of Operation:Basement of an abandoned home owned by an alias

Biography:Charlie was born into a single parent home. With only a weak willed mom in his life, he became pretty accustomed to having things this way. This resulted in a bit of a complex, where he will even cause people to suffer for him to get his way. However, upon reaching elementry school, he found teachers and fellow students weren't as easy to get on his side. Wanting his way, he began to study people, and learned that instead of throwing a fit or crying like many kids, he could talk like normal and thorw a couple lies around with a smile, and people accepted it a lot easier. After realizing this, he spent his school years practicing and developed a strong ability to lie, and also got very good at reading people and how people react to different actions.

After graduation high school, he became a salesman, an easy profession for someone of his skills. However, at nineteen, he found his mom was selling things she owned, and seemed a bit panicked about things. Over the next month, he found out his mom had been pulled into a long con, and fell into a huge debt, to the point of suicide. Upset that someone would try and con his mom, feeling that he should be the only one to do that, he sought out of the person who conned his mom, a crooked politicain and his cronies. Using the skills he spent most of his life developing, he managed to con the man into a confession, get him arrested, and take some of his cash as a reward.

Charlie found he had enjoyed this act of heroism more than he expected. He began seeking out other targets similar to the politician, conning con artist, earning him the name, the con, and giving him a bit of a reputation throughout Champion City. He devloped some alter egos, allowing him to purchase property with no connection to him, and set up a home away from home to act as his base, and spent a large amount of time building a network throughout the city for info. Now, he continues to act as a simple salesman, while working on conning any con or villain that he hears of.

Real Name: Avery Wright

Alias: Hannibal

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Museum Curator, Historian, Mixed Martial-Artist

Physical Appearance: 6'7'' tall, lean, very toned. Blond hair, blue eyes. Avery usually keeps a professional appearance, tending to wear formal business attire such as suits, ties, etc.

Costume: Hannibal's crime-fighting attire consists of semi-bullet proof materials such as advanced plastics, and hardening liquid packets which can stop small-arms fire from lower-caliber pistols and ranged buckshot. The suit is arranged and customized to appear as a stark black suit of ancient Greek Hoplite body armor. The technologically advanced riot-shield he carries has a built-in outward-facing flashlight, as well as a holster for a 9mm pistol near the shield's grip. The Shield itself is made of sturdier stuff than his armor, and can block more deadly attacks. Unlike most ballistic riot-shields, Hannibal's is circular, and mimics the Hoplon shield wielded by the phalanxes of ancient Greece. Hannibal is also equipped with a steel Xiphos longsword, kept sheathed on his back, and a black-shafted spear. Topping off his crime-fighting gear is a helmet in the traditional Spartan style, obscuring his face and protecting his head, and a black cape.

Skills: Hannibal is a master of the ancient Greek fighting style Pankration, which is a mixed martial art that is essentially a combination of boxing, kick-boxing, and wrestling. This makes him an exceptionally effective hand-to-hand combatant. He is knowledgeable in military tactics, having studied the arts through tomes left by some of the greatest tacticians in history, and is able to apply and modify those tactics on the fly, to great effect. He has a vast knowledge of history and warfare, and skirts the bounds of a genius level intellect.

Equipment/Resources: As the Curator of the Champion City Museum of Ancient History, Avery sits on a cushy yearly income of about $75,000 per year. This gives him more than enough monetary resources to afford the rather unique services required to keep up his crime-fighting, such as the metallurgy services required to make his weapons, and the expensive materials required to maintain and repair his armor.

Weaknesses:
-Vanity: Avery is prideful and slightly egotistical, looking down on the uneducated and the corrupt. This judgmental mentality makes it slightly difficult for Hannibal to "make friends" in the vigilante community.

-Showmanship/Theatricality: Hannibal uses dramatic presentation as well as violence to instill fear in the villainous. As useful as this can be, it can sometimes bite him in the rear when sheer brutality would be more effective against an opponent. His flare for the dramatic has gotten hi into more than one dangerous situation.

Base of Operation: A secret basement in the Champion City Museum of Ancient History.

Biography: Born to wealthy parents in Champion City, a mother in architecture, and a father who was a retired archaeologist, Avery grew up on tales of great historical figures and their exploits. Alexander of Macedonia, Hannibal, son of Hamilcar, Julius Caesar, Ramses II, these were Avery's heroes. Naturally, considering his obsession with history's greatest idols, Avery began studying them with a passion. sent to the best private school his parents could afford, Avery excelled academically, and, perhaps due to a need to compare himself to his idolized historical figures, excelled physically as well.

After highschool, Avery felt drawn to walk in the footsteps of his heroes, and left home, much to the frustration of his parents, who insisted he go straight to college instead of pursuing wild fantasies. On his pilgrimage to the lands of antiquity, Rome, Greece, Egypt, he had what he would later call a spiritual awakening. Feeling that he was chosen to be his generation's hero, he returned to the states after several years abroad. When he returned, he began taking courses in Harvard, studying several courses of interest. Upon receiving a Master's degree in History several years later, Avery returned to Champion City.

His family home welcomed him back, and his parents were glad to have put him through college at such a respectable establishment. Avery, meaning to pursue a career that would allow him to keep a low profile, while also giving him a decent income, got a job at the Museum of Ancient History, as an apprentice to the then-curator. For several years, as the streets of Champion City began to overflow with crime and violence, Avery watched and waited, planning for his debut as a vigilante in order to counter the masked villains that had begun to plague his city. As he waited, he gathered resources, built his suit, created his vigilante identity, and began to secretly remodel one of the lower-level basements in the Museum.

Eventually, his mentor retired, giving him the position of Museum Curator. At around this time, the Green Skull emerged on the scene, much to Avery's frustration. All his years of planning, and he hadn't imagined that somebody else would emerge into masked vigilantism before him. Shortly after Green Skull's emergence, Avery donned his armor, and became Hannibal. After assisting the police in several take-downs and shoot-outs, resulting in several arrests, and a few deaths, Hannibal was interviewed by the media. During the interview, he was asked several questions, but the one that would cement his reputation was, "Why the name Hannibal?" Hannibal's response was as follows,

"Long ago, when the Republic of Rome moved to conquer the various kingdoms and city-states surrounding them, few were capable of resisting. There was one general, Hannibal of Carthage, who stood out among those who resisted Rome's advance. Hannibal was so successful in his war against the Roman forces that the phrase Hannibal ante portas was coined by the Romans. The phrase was used when somebody was in great distress. It literally translates to Hannibal is at the Gates. You see, Hannibal taught the corrupt of Rome the meaning of fear. I have chosen his name, because I intend to teach the corrupt and vile of this city the same lesson. Indeed, let those who would prey on the week and innocent in this city lament my coming. To those who would do evil, I say this: Hannibal is at the gates."

After the interview, Hannibal continued to gain fame while fighting crime, despite the degradation of the city, and the argument that it was a losing battle. For several years he has fought hard to uphold the law in Champion City. For this reason, he was elated when he received the invitation to meet with Green Skull. It was time, perhaps, to strike at the root of corruption, as opposed to it's symptoms.

Finished my character.

Real Name: Tyler Black

Alias: Reaper

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Champion City

Occupation: Car shop owner/Street racer

Physical Appearance:


Costume:


Skills:
- Mixed martial arts training;
- Firearms training;
- Good mechanic;
- Talented driver.

Equipment/Resources:
- Taurus PT1911 .45ACP with custom VZ Green Canvas grips.
- Black KA-BAR combat knife.
- 8-round magazines for his 1911. He usually carries 2 or 3 of these.
- Kevlar tactical vest.
- A balaclava to cover his head with, as well as a set of black leather gloves.
Tyler also has a couple of other weapons in the basement of his car shop, but the one's mentioned above are the one's he uses the most.

Weaknesses: Tyler has the habit of getting involved without having a plan. He prefers to make up as he goes along, and while that has proven to be a good thing for him, it also got him in trouble sometimes. There are also times when he can get over confident and thinks that he can take on anyone regardless of their size or numbers. Because of that he often found himself fighting guys bigger and stronger then him and even multiple foes at once. If it wasn't for his weapons, that actually kill, instead of just incapacitate, then maybe he wouldn't be alive today.

Base of Operation: The basement of his car shop.

Biography: Born and raised in Champion City, Tyler is the son of former 2 time NASCAR champion Jeffrey Black. Because of his father's occupation, Tyler developed a huge passion for cars and dreamed of becoming a NASCAR racer like his father. That dream was shattered at the age of 15 when Tyler's father died in a horrible crash that took place during a race. After that Tyler didn't want to become a NASCAR racer anymore, but the passion for cars remained strong. Tyler tried to move on with his life but times became hard, especially since his mother started drinking heavily and Tyler rarely could rely on her for anything because most of the time she was drunk. But despite that he managed to finish high school with success and even learn some mixed martial arts and how to use guns, mostly for self protection, because the streets became more and more dangerous.

One year after he finished college Tyler befriended a man that was organising street races. The man hired Tyler at his car shop as a mechanic and taught him everything he needed to know about cars. Sure, Tyler already knew some things but it wasn't enough. The man also introduced Tyler to the world of street racing but after his first race, which Tyler lost, the man decided to teach Tyler a few things about driving. Tyler's driving skills improved and he started winning race after race, earning the nicknames of Bullet and 9mm because of his speed and driving style. Two years ago, after some of his friends were literally executed by some thugs from a gang, combined with the total uselessness of the police, Tyler decided to take matters into his own hands. He forged an outfit, bought weapons using his father's money and became a vigilante, protecting the innocent and delivering death to those that deserve it.

Criminals, thiefs, rapists, gangsters, Tyler decided to punish them all. And on the body of every one he killed he left a picture of the Grim Reaper, thus earning the nickname of Reaper. Of course no one said it was gonna be easy as Tyler almost got killed many times and often found himself in dangerous situations that he barely got out of. But the suffering continued. Three months after he started his vigilante career, Tyler's boss, the car shop owner and street racing organiser that taught Joe everything he knows about cars and driving was killed after he was attacked by some gangsters on motorcycles that fired Uzi submachineguns on his car. After the man's death, Tyler took over his car shop and also became head of the man's street racing crew, which are also employees at the shop.
Other:

I am really interested in seeing how Hannibal plays out, holy shit.

OscarioTheGuy said
I am really interested in seeing how Hannibal plays out, holy shit.

Thanks, hah. Hope he gets accepted.

I really like all these guys! If yoi have a complete CS then you're accepted. I'm really looking forward to this :D

I might have to state some interesting in this a Hero RP without superpowers :)

Wilson Wilson said
I really like all these guys! If yoi have a complete CS then you're accepted. I'm really looking forward to this :D

Thanks for the accept. Looking forward to this one.

Woohoo!

So, if my counting is correct, there are 13-14 CS's accepted? Wow, that's a lot

Edited out due to awkward timing

.:. Pale Blue Eyes | 5'6" | 117lbs | Raven Black Hair .:.

Real Name: Kinsley Jones.

Alias: Vampyr.

Age: Twenty-Six (26).

Gender: Female.

Place of Birth: Champion City.

Occupation: Law-suit Millionaire.

Physical Appearance:

Costume:

Skills:
-Stealth.
-Capoeira
-Mixed Martial Arts.
-Excellent knife thrower.
-Parkour/Free-running.

Equipment/Resources:
-Kevlar pieces sown across the costume.
-Assorted throwing knives.
-Smoke Pellets.
-Monocular with night vision capabilities.
-Brass Knuckles.
-Pepper bomb.

Weaknesses:
-Not physically strong.
-Not particularly good with multiple assailants.
-Having early stages of Wilson's Disease she can be a little clumsy or have mild involuntary shakes.

Base of Operation: The basement beneath her home.

Biography:
Kinsley never knew her parents, having been dropped off at the foot steps of an orphanage. The only possession she had was the small stroller and a note that was pinned to her blanket that read: "Kinsley." in elegant cursive. She still keeps the now worn and slightly faded note to this day as the only connection she has to her real parents. Growing up Kinsley was rather introverted, off to herself with her dolls and coloring books. She never grew close to any of the other children or the staff. At the age of eighteen she was kicked out of the orphanage to live on her own, taking a job at coffee place that closed before night fall; an almost required business staple in Champion City. Kinsley lived a pretty regular life to herself. Having random, short relationships that always ended from her fear of growing close to anyone. Leading her to sabotage the relationship and end it before they could abandon her; or so she believed. So to fill her free time she often started taking MMA training for self defense. Something she thought she might need while living in Champion city having already been held up several times in her young adult life.

When she was twenty-four she was at a grocery store, shopping for her weeks groceries. Out of nowhere an over head light camp free and dropped directly on the top of Kinsley head, giving her a severe concussion. She was rather in and out on her way to the hospital. She remained in the hospital for a few days to make sure she would be alright. Though one of the nurses noticed something strange. She noticed how occasionally Kinsley's hand would involuntarily shake. The nurse bringing her concerns to the doctor they asked if they could run some tests, which she agreed too. The next day the doctor came into the room with a grief counselor. She looked nervously between the two, the counselor smiling kindly as she sat on the side of the bed and took Kinsley's hand in her own. There the doctor began to explain that Kinsley had early stages of Wilson's disease.

Kinsley didn't take the news to well as they explained what exactly Wilson's disease was and what her fate would be. Later that day Kinsley received a strange visitor, a lawyer. Introducing himself he said she could make a rather sizable law-suit against the grocery for the injuries. Normally Kinsley would decline, saying it was no trouble. Though from her distress of the news she wanted someone to pay, someone to suffer like she is. Even if it were some large chain grocery store. So she agreed and so set forth the law-suit that hadn't lasted long, the store settling with Kinsley going home with nearly three million dollars.

She bought a small home in Champion City, furniture and a decent car; leaving her with plenty of money. She had all these nice things yet she was still depressed and angry with her disease. She began to drink, and drink. She drank until she no longer could care about the small trembles that shook her hand. She was like that for several months until she finally woke up in her own trash and bloody from having broke several ceramic plates. She finally decided she didn't want to live out the rest of her days like this. She wanted to leave this world with something meaningful left behind. Seeing the green skull was an inspiration for what she would do. She would clean up the streets of Champion City. And though she would never admit it, she hoped she would die while being a vigilante before her disease caught up with her and confined her to a bed.

The following year she trained and learned how to be a vigilante. Learning Capoeira and refining her skills at stealth, MMA, Knife Throwing, Parkour/Free-Running and other combat related training. She gathered a plethora of resources and gained a base of operations beneath her home in her basement. Even with all of the high end purchases she is still a small bit over one millions dollars left in cash hidden in her home.

Dwarfdude194 said
Also, Rocketrobie, for the record, I really like your character. Interesting direction to go with it, for sure.

Thanks :D

Good news everyone!

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/52930/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1616093

I would suggest copying and pasting your CS's too.

Thanks for posting the link GodOfChaos, I can't figure out how to on this bloody phone.

Finished my CS on the first page.

Ok, this got a bit too crowded for my taste, gonna bow out.

Still accepting?

Still accepting?

**EDIT** Can someone delete this? My connection jumped and I double posted.

I will ask Wilson for you if you wish. I don't think he has a limit or a cap or anything. But I wouldn't make your CS just yet. But just in case, keep up on the IC. I am sure Wilson will let you in.