<Snipped quote by knighthawk>

This is another case of 'the new regime wouldn't take the chance'. Not only does he stick out because of his red skin, he's also a descendant of Trigon, a supremely powerful being, and one whose children have caused considerable trouble in the past (cough cough RAVEN). Again, we're looking for non-obvious and low-tier/undeveloped meta's and magi's. This is neither.

Quoting takes hefty chunks from your character limit, so this adventure will continue in another post...

• Name: Agios Nikolaus
• Alias: Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, Sinterklauss, St. Nick, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Chris
• Age: Born in the 4th Century AD
• Appearance: HO HO HO!
• Abilities/Skills: [+]

  True Immortality: As one of the 13 Immortals, Santa Claus can not be killed by any means available. In the distant past, Trigon thought he succeeded... only to find a lump of coal and a stern note telling hem to be less naughty.
  
  Great Magus: Santa is one of the most powerful wizards in history, capable of incredible feats of sorcery that put Dr. Fate to shame. Levitation, speed surpassing light, passing through walls, super speed, tapping into the mystical bag of gifts from any container, scrying on all of humanity to reward the nice and disappoint the naughty- all are within the arcane might of Santa Claus.
  
  Holiness: St. Nicholas, of course, is a Saint. His divine presence is anathema to the unholy.
  
  Master of Infiltration: Each year on Christmas Eve, the supervillains of the world find entire sacks of coal on their bed. A grim reminder of just what he could do were he a murderer. Even more surprisingly, Santa is able to give Darkseid a lump of coal every year in spite of Apokalips' continuously advancing security systems.
• Backstory: [+]

  Saint Agios Nikolaus of Myra was a 4th-century Greek Christian bishop of Myra (now Demre) in Lycia, a province of the Byzantine Empire, now in Turkey. Nikoluas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with dowries so that they would not have to become prostitutes. Saint Nicholas was later claimed as a patron saint of many diverse groups, from archers, sailors, and children to pawnbrokers. He is also the patron saint of both Amsterdam and Moscow. In that time, magic was simply viewed as another form of wisdom, and St. Nicholas used this wisdom to become an avatar of generosity. On the night of the Winter Solstice of each year, he would ride off in a sleigh driven by eight reindeer to distribute gifts to children around the world. He maintained a census of which children were naughty and which children were nice, doling out his gifts accordingly.
  
  For his use of magic and station to aid the downtrodden, Nicholas was raised to the status of Saint, and later became one of the 13 Immortals necessary for the balance of the world (see Vandal Savage, Professor Ivo, etc.). His immortality comes not from his magic, a meteorite (like Vandal), or some sort of serum (like Ivo), but is a gift the gods and supernatural forces of the world have given him. For while humans leave out milk and cookies, the Roman pantheon left him Nectar and Ambrosia. While this would have killed a mortal, Nicholas had a touch of divinity from his sainthood, and instead became a divine being in his own right.
  
  For centuries, Santa has kept up his vigil, maintaining the gentle guidance of humanity by rewarding the virtuous, kind-hearted, just, and nice with toys and sweets. To the naughty, he gave a gift of coal- while by no means as good as a toy or candy, it would warm a cold house and serve as a reminder there was still hope. To the EXTREMELY naughty, he would give the parents painful switches to discipline their child. And for truly wicked children... well, that was why The Krampus followed him. His pursuit of kindness, generosity, and decency earned him a position as honorary member of the Justice League- much to the joy of Superman, who never lost faith, and much to the disdain of Batman, who hated all things related to the Holiday season.
  
  Attempts have been made on Santa's life continuously since the revolution, only to be met with derisive laughter and a gift of coal. However, the nice list is dwindling, and the naughty list's crimes grow more severe each day, and now these idiots have got it in their heads that they can kidnap St. Nick. On top of this, another of the 13 Immortals is using his power to rule over humanity with an iron fist. It's only a mater of time before Santa must bring the world back into balance and thin out that naughty list for good.
• Sample Post: [+]

  John was imprisoned by Joker, and through the funhouse,
  not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
  The men sat 'round, the chimeny, armed to the teeth.
  Would the old man come from above, or beneath?
  The henchmen, they quivered, wishing wills had been made- Old Father Christmas can't be stopped by grenades.
  The Joker in hiding, his mooks in bullet proof vests, were hoping tonight they wouldn't be put to the test.
  When out on the lawn, with a rat-a-tat-tat, it seemed that a clown was unloading his gat.
  Away to the window, Joker ran like the Flash, hoping to find a corpse covered in ash.
  But that was not what he found, oh thank god no- he was only met with a jolly "HO-HO-HO!"
  And with that, down through the chimney, cheeks glowing with age, came the jolliest wizard- face twisted in rage.
  
  Santa hefted his bag, glaring with a mix of fury and disappointment at the men who called themselves part of Joker's gang. They could be so much more, even in the hellhole that was Jokerland, but they had chosen to enforce the mad clown's anarchy. He shook his head, a single tear coming to his eye over the lost potential. As the Joker opened his mouth to begin a tirade, Kringle unleashed a mighty punch that sent the Clown Prince sprawling, walking over to the hostage Joker had taken- Dr. John Walsborough, pediatrician. Apparently some of the thugs had thought he could get them prescription drugs and kidnapped him in the night- but all Dr. Walsborough had was child-strength tylenol and antibiotics. Dropping the bag to help the man to his feet, the Joker's goons proceeded to unload into Santa. This continued until the Holiday Hero shot a glare at a man with a rubber nose leveling an uzi at him, shouting over the sound of gunfire.
  
  "TIMOTHY HAROLD HENDRICKS."
  
  The man was pretty clearly taken aback by the use of his real name. This... couldn't be SANTA Santa, right? It was just some costumed nutjob using the name. With a sigh, Santa calmed down and gave a jolly smile.
  
  "You put down that gun this instant, young man. You don't have to prove anything to me. I know how brave you are inside." As other henchmen began to lower their weapons, Santa turned to each. "And you, Clayton! Your mother is worried sick about you. Davis, think about your little girl! Who's taking care of her right now? Honestly, running off in the dead of night to associate with these... harlequin hoodlums! You... all of you... could be so much more. I mean... Roger! You were going to be a medical student! Charles, you always wanted to be a cop to make Gotham safer. And Davis... You're going to have a son. You're throwing your lives away here. You're dooming yourselves to a life under this three-ring nutjob and locking yourselves out of the happiness you deserve."
  
  The rotund man stuck out a hand with a jolly smile. Many of the men present were tearing up from the presence of THE Santa Claus- a beacon of hope even among the shithole of Jokerland. The rest stood in terror of the magical might of Santa Claus. "Come on. Let's get that ridiculous makeup off and get you some solid meals. It's the first day of the rest of y-"
  
  "HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! SO YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY, DO YOU?! WELL, KRINGLE, LET ME TELL YOU, PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS, AND-"
  
  Santa gave a gentle smile to the men who'd laid down their guns and started trying to wipe off their makeup. "Excuse me for a moment."
  
  With a mighty heave, he pulled Joker up and headbutted him, grabbing a lump of coal and shoving it in the clown's mouth. A booming voice, less jovial gift-giver and more immortal wizard dedicated to the preservation of mankind's peace and happiness, boomed out from beneath Santa's beard.
  
  "NO, YOU CIRCUS-STAINED PSYCHOPATH..."
  
  WHAM! Santa punched it into the Joker's mouth and down his throat.
  
  "PEOPLE ARE GOOD, NOBLE BEINGS..."
  
  WHAM! Another lump of coal as Santa punched Joker in the mouth again, forcing the second lump down the esophagus. The clown let out a wheezy laugh, secure in the knowledge he was about to corrupt an icon of happiness and goodness... only to find Santa throwing him to the ground.
  
  "BUT YOU? YOU ARE SICK. YOUR SICKNESS SPREADS TO THOSE AROUND YOU. THE DISEASE YOU SPREAD SHALL BE CURED. YOUR EMPIRE SHALL FALL, YOU ABORTION OF COMEDY, AND WHEN IT BURNS, I WILL BE THERE TO METE OUT THE JUST DESSERTS OF NAUGTHY, NICE... AND DISGUSTING MONSTERS LIKE YOU."
  
  A final mighty punch, delivered straight to Joker's nose, flew out, and Santa let the clown fall to the ground, broken, bloodied, and bruised, plucking one of Joker's teeth from his glove as he led the former henchmen out of the safehouse.
  
  "SEE YOU NEXT CHRISTMAS, JACK NAPIER."
• Other: I'm partial to Fresca or Coke.

• Name: Agios Nikolaus
• Alias: Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, Sinterklauss, St. Nick, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Chris
• Age: Born in the 4th Century AD
• Appearance: HO HO HO!
• Abilities/Skills: [+]

  True Immortality: As one of the 13 Immortals, Santa Claus can not be killed by any means available. In the distant past, Trigon thought he succeeded... only to find a lump of coal and a stern note telling hem to be less naughty.
  
  Great Magus: Santa is one of the most powerful wizards in history, capable of incredible feats of sorcery that put Dr. Fate to shame. Levitation, speed surpassing light, passing through walls, super speed, tapping into the mystical bag of gifts from any container, scrying on all of humanity to reward the nice and disappoint the naughty- all are within the arcane might of Santa Claus.
  
  Holiness: St. Nicholas, of course, is a Saint. His divine presence is anathema to the unholy.
  
  Master of Infiltration: Each year on Christmas Eve, the supervillains of the world find entire sacks of coal on their bed. A grim reminder of just what he could do were he a murderer. Even more surprisingly, Santa is able to give Darkseid a lump of coal every year in spite of Apokalips' continuously advancing security systems.
• Backstory: [+]

  Saint Agios Nikolaus of Myra was a 4th-century Greek Christian bishop of Myra (now Demre) in Lycia, a province of the Byzantine Empire, now in Turkey. Nikoluas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with dowries so that they would not have to become prostitutes. Saint Nicholas was later claimed as a patron saint of many diverse groups, from archers, sailors, and children to pawnbrokers. He is also the patron saint of both Amsterdam and Moscow. In that time, magic was simply viewed as another form of wisdom, and St. Nicholas used this wisdom to become an avatar of generosity. On the night of the Winter Solstice of each year, he would ride off in a sleigh driven by eight reindeer to distribute gifts to children around the world. He maintained a census of which children were naughty and which children were nice, doling out his gifts accordingly.
  
  For his use of magic and station to aid the downtrodden, Nicholas was raised to the status of Saint, and later became one of the 13 Immortals necessary for the balance of the world (see Vandal Savage, Professor Ivo, etc.). His immortality comes not from his magic, a meteorite (like Vandal), or some sort of serum (like Ivo), but is a gift the gods and supernatural forces of the world have given him. For while humans leave out milk and cookies, the Roman pantheon left him Nectar and Ambrosia. While this would have killed a mortal, Nicholas had a touch of divinity from his sainthood, and instead became a divine being in his own right.
  
  For centuries, Santa has kept up his vigil, maintaining the gentle guidance of humanity by rewarding the virtuous, kind-hearted, just, and nice with toys and sweets. To the naughty, he gave a gift of coal- while by no means as good as a toy or candy, it would warm a cold house and serve as a reminder there was still hope. To the EXTREMELY naughty, he would give the parents painful switches to discipline their child. And for truly wicked children... well, that was why The Krampus followed him. His pursuit of kindness, generosity, and decency earned him a position as honorary member of the Justice League- much to the joy of Superman, who never lost faith, and much to the disdain of Batman, who hated all things related to the Holiday season.
  
  Attempts have been made on Santa's life continuously since the revolution, only to be met with derisive laughter and a gift of coal. However, the nice list is dwindling, and the naughty list's crimes grow more severe each day, and now these idiots have got it in their heads that they can kidnap St. Nick. On top of this, another of the 13 Immortals is using his power to rule over humanity with an iron fist. It's only a mater of time before Santa must bring the world back into balance and thin out that naughty list for good.
• Sample Post: [+]

  John was imprisoned by Joker, and through the funhouse,
  not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
  The men sat 'round, the chimeny, armed to the teeth.
  Would the old man come from above, or beneath?
  The henchmen, they quivered, wishing wills had been made- Old Father Christmas can't be stopped by grenades.
  The Joker in hiding, his mooks in bullet proof vests, were hoping tonight they wouldn't be put to the test.
  When out on the lawn, with a rat-a-tat-tat, it seemed that a clown was unloading his gat.
  Away to the window, Joker ran like the Flash, hoping to find a corpse covered in ash.
  But that was not what he found, oh thank god no- he was only met with a jolly "HO-HO-HO!"
  And with that, down through the chimney, cheeks glowing with age, came the jolliest wizard- face twisted in rage.
  
  Santa hefted his bag, glaring with a mix of fury and disappointment at the men who called themselves part of Joker's gang. They could be so much more, even in the hellhole that was Jokerland, but they had chosen to enforce the mad clown's anarchy. He shook his head, a single tear coming to his eye over the lost potential. As the Joker opened his mouth to begin a tirade, Kringle unleashed a mighty punch that sent the Clown Prince sprawling, walking over to the hostage Joker had taken- Dr. John Walsborough, pediatrician. Apparently some of the thugs had thought he could get them prescription drugs and kidnapped him in the night- but all Dr. Walsborough had was child-strength tylenol and antibiotics. Dropping the bag to help the man to his feet, the Joker's goons proceeded to unload into Santa. This continued until the Holiday Hero shot a glare at a man with a rubber nose leveling an uzi at him, shouting over the sound of gunfire.
  
  "TIMOTHY HAROLD HENDRICKS."
  
  The man was pretty clearly taken aback by the use of his real name. This... couldn't be SANTA Santa, right? It was just some costumed nutjob using the name. With a sigh, Santa calmed down and gave a jolly smile.
  
  "You put down that gun this instant, young man. You don't have to prove anything to me. I know how brave you are inside." As other henchmen began to lower their weapons, Santa turned to each. "And you, Clayton! Your mother is worried sick about you. Davis, think about your little girl! Who's taking care of her right now? Honestly, running off in the dead of night to associate with these... harlequin hoodlums! You... all of you... could be so much more. I mean... Roger! You were going to be a medical student! Charles, you always wanted to be a cop to make Gotham safer. And Davis... You're going to have a son. You're throwing your lives away here. You're dooming yourselves to a life under this three-ring nutjob and locking yourselves out of the happiness you deserve."
  
  The rotund man stuck out a hand with a jolly smile. Many of the men present were tearing up from the presence of THE Santa Claus- a beacon of hope even among the shithole of Jokerland. The rest stood in terror of the magical might of Santa Claus. "Come on. Let's get that ridiculous makeup off and get you some solid meals. It's the first day of the rest of y-"
  
  "HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! SO YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY, DO YOU?! WELL, KRINGLE, LET ME TELL YOU, PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS, AND-"
  
  Santa gave a gentle smile to the men who'd laid down their guns and started trying to wipe off their makeup. "Excuse me for a moment."
  
  With a mighty heave, he pulled Joker up and headbutted him, grabbing a lump of coal and shoving it in the clown's mouth. A booming voice, less jovial gift-giver and more immortal wizard dedicated to the preservation of mankind's peace and happiness, boomed out from beneath Santa's beard.
  
  "NO, YOU CIRCUS-STAINED PSYCHOPATH..."
  
  WHAM! Santa punched it into the Joker's mouth and down his throat.
  
  "PEOPLE ARE GOOD, NOBLE BEINGS..."
  
  WHAM! Another lump of coal as Santa punched Joker in the mouth again, forcing the second lump down the esophagus. The clown let out a wheezy laugh, secure in the knowledge he was about to corrupt an icon of happiness and goodness... only to find Santa throwing him to the ground.
  
  "BUT YOU? YOU ARE SICK. YOUR SICKNESS SPREADS TO THOSE AROUND YOU. THE DISEASE YOU SPREAD SHALL BE CURED. YOUR EMPIRE SHALL FALL, YOU ABORTION OF COMEDY, AND WHEN IT BURNS, I WILL BE THERE TO METE OUT THE JUST DESSERTS OF NAUGTHY, NICE... AND DISGUSTING MONSTERS LIKE YOU."
  
  A final mighty punch, delivered straight to Joker's nose, flew out, and Santa let the clown fall to the ground, broken, bloodied, and bruised, plucking one of Joker's teeth from his glove as he led the former henchmen out of the safehouse.
  
  "SEE YOU NEXT CHRISTMAS, JACK NAPIER."
• Other: I'm partial to Fresca or Coke.

• Name: Agios Nikolaus
• Alias: Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, Sinterklauss, St. Nick, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Chris
• Age: Born in the 4th Century AD
• Appearance: HO HO HO!
• Abilities/Skills: [+]

  True Immortality: As one of the 13 Immortals, Santa Claus can not be killed by any means available. In the distant past, Trigon thought he succeeded... only to find a lump of coal and a stern note telling hem to be less naughty.
  
  Great Magus: Santa is one of the most powerful wizards in history, capable of incredible feats of sorcery that put Dr. Fate to shame. Levitation, speed surpassing light, passing through walls, super speed, tapping into the mystical bag of gifts from any container, scrying on all of humanity to reward the nice and disappoint the naughty- all are within the arcane might of Santa Claus.
  
  Holiness: St. Nicholas, of course, is a Saint. His divine presence is anathema to the unholy.
  
  Master of Infiltration: Each year on Christmas Eve, the supervillains of the world find entire sacks of coal on their bed. A grim reminder of just what he could do were he a murderer. Even more surprisingly, Santa is able to give Darkseid a lump of coal every year in spite of Apokalips' continuously advancing security systems.
• Backstory: [+]

  Saint Agios Nikolaus of Myra was a 4th-century Greek Christian bishop of Myra (now Demre) in Lycia, a province of the Byzantine Empire, now in Turkey. Nikoluas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with dowries so that they would not have to become prostitutes. Saint Nicholas was later claimed as a patron saint of many diverse groups, from archers, sailors, and children to pawnbrokers. He is also the patron saint of both Amsterdam and Moscow. In that time, magic was simply viewed as another form of wisdom, and St. Nicholas used this wisdom to become an avatar of generosity. On the night of the Winter Solstice of each year, he would ride off in a sleigh driven by eight reindeer to distribute gifts to children around the world. He maintained a census of which children were naughty and which children were nice, doling out his gifts accordingly.
  
  For his use of magic and station to aid the downtrodden, Nicholas was raised to the status of Saint, and later became one of the 13 Immortals necessary for the balance of the world (see Vandal Savage, Professor Ivo, etc.). His immortality comes not from his magic, a meteorite (like Vandal), or some sort of serum (like Ivo), but is a gift the gods and supernatural forces of the world have given him. For while humans leave out milk and cookies, the Roman pantheon left him Nectar and Ambrosia. While this would have killed a mortal, Nicholas had a touch of divinity from his sainthood, and instead became a divine being in his own right.
  
  For centuries, Santa has kept up his vigil, maintaining the gentle guidance of humanity by rewarding the virtuous, kind-hearted, just, and nice with toys and sweets. To the naughty, he gave a gift of coal- while by no means as good as a toy or candy, it would warm a cold house and serve as a reminder there was still hope. To the EXTREMELY naughty, he would give the parents painful switches to discipline their child. And for truly wicked children... well, that was why The Krampus followed him. His pursuit of kindness, generosity, and decency earned him a position as honorary member of the Justice League- much to the joy of Superman, who never lost faith, and much to the disdain of Batman, who hated all things related to the Holiday season.
  
  Attempts have been made on Santa's life continuously since the revolution, only to be met with derisive laughter and a gift of coal. However, the nice list is dwindling, and the naughty list's crimes grow more severe each day, and now these idiots have got it in their heads that they can kidnap St. Nick. On top of this, another of the 13 Immortals is using his power to rule over humanity with an iron fist. It's only a mater of time before Santa must bring the world back into balance and thin out that naughty list for good.
• Sample Post: [+]

  John was imprisoned by Joker, and through the funhouse,
  not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
  The men sat 'round, the chimeny, armed to the teeth.
  Would the old man come from above, or beneath?
  The henchmen, they quivered, wishing wills had been made- Old Father Christmas can't be stopped by grenades.
  The Joker in hiding, his mooks in bullet proof vests, were hoping tonight they wouldn't be put to the test.
  When out on the lawn, with a rat-a-tat-tat, it seemed that a clown was unloading his gat.
  Away to the window, Joker ran like the Flash, hoping to find a corpse covered in ash.
  But that was not what he found, oh thank god no- he was only met with a jolly "HO-HO-HO!"
  And with that, down through the chimney, cheeks glowing with age, came the jolliest wizard- face twisted in rage.
  
  Santa hefted his bag, glaring with a mix of fury and disappointment at the men who called themselves part of Joker's gang. They could be so much more, even in the hellhole that was Jokerland, but they had chosen to enforce the mad clown's anarchy. He shook his head, a single tear coming to his eye over the lost potential. As the Joker opened his mouth to begin a tirade, Kringle unleashed a mighty punch that sent the Clown Prince sprawling, walking over to the hostage Joker had taken- Dr. John Walsborough, pediatrician. Apparently some of the thugs had thought he could get them prescription drugs and kidnapped him in the night- but all Dr. Walsborough had was child-strength tylenol and antibiotics. Dropping the bag to help the man to his feet, the Joker's goons proceeded to unload into Santa. This continued until the Holiday Hero shot a glare at a man with a rubber nose leveling an uzi at him, shouting over the sound of gunfire.
  
  "TIMOTHY HAROLD HENDRICKS."
  
  The man was pretty clearly taken aback by the use of his real name. This... couldn't be SANTA Santa, right? It was just some costumed nutjob using the name. With a sigh, Santa calmed down and gave a jolly smile.
  
  "You put down that gun this instant, young man. You don't have to prove anything to me. I know how brave you are inside." As other henchmen began to lower their weapons, Santa turned to each. "And you, Clayton! Your mother is worried sick about you. Davis, think about your little girl! Who's taking care of her right now? Honestly, running off in the dead of night to associate with these... harlequin hoodlums! You... all of you... could be so much more. I mean... Roger! You were going to be a medical student! Charles, you always wanted to be a cop to make Gotham safer. And Davis... You're going to have a son. You're throwing your lives away here. You're dooming yourselves to a life under this three-ring nutjob and locking yourselves out of the happiness you deserve."
  
  The rotund man stuck out a hand with a jolly smile. Many of the men present were tearing up from the presence of THE Santa Claus- a beacon of hope even among the shithole of Jokerland. The rest stood in terror of the magical might of Santa Claus. "Come on. Let's get that ridiculous makeup off and get you some solid meals. It's the first day of the rest of y-"
  
  "HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! SO YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY, DO YOU?! WELL, KRINGLE, LET ME TELL YOU, PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS, AND-"
  
  Santa gave a gentle smile to the men who'd laid down their guns and started trying to wipe off their makeup. "Excuse me for a moment."
  
  With a mighty heave, he pulled Joker up and headbutted him, grabbing a lump of coal and shoving it in the clown's mouth. A booming voice, less jovial gift-giver and more immortal wizard dedicated to the preservation of mankind's peace and happiness, boomed out from beneath Santa's beard.
  
  "NO, YOU CIRCUS-STAINED PSYCHOPATH..."
  
  WHAM! Santa punched it into the Joker's mouth and down his throat.
  
  "PEOPLE ARE GOOD, NOBLE BEINGS..."
  
  WHAM! Another lump of coal as Santa punched Joker in the mouth again, forcing the second lump down the esophagus. The clown let out a wheezy laugh, secure in the knowledge he was about to corrupt an icon of happiness and goodness... only to find Santa throwing him to the ground.
  
  "BUT YOU? YOU ARE SICK. YOUR SICKNESS SPREADS TO THOSE AROUND YOU. THE DISEASE YOU SPREAD SHALL BE CURED. YOUR EMPIRE SHALL FALL, YOU ABORTION OF COMEDY, AND WHEN IT BURNS, I WILL BE THERE TO METE OUT THE JUST DESSERTS OF NAUGTHY, NICE... AND DISGUSTING MONSTERS LIKE YOU."
  
  A final mighty punch, delivered straight to Joker's nose, flew out, and Santa let the clown fall to the ground, broken, bloodied, and bruised, plucking one of Joker's teeth from his glove as he led the former henchmen out of the safehouse.
  
  "SEE YOU NEXT CHRISTMAS, JACK NAPIER."
• Other: I'm partial to Fresca or Coke.

<Snipped quote by Roman>

I understand that 'red hulk' would stand out, that is why I went with 'fresh sunburn' as a reasonable coloring in a post apocalyptic world. No worries, native american coppertone works just as well. I understand if the Trigon lineage is a stroke over the top so I am willing to change his backstory. But, is a fire focused homo-magi who is immune to his own fire too powerful?

Actually, I won't be participating in this after all. Not interested anymore, thanks though.

• Name: Agios Nikolaus
• Alias: Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, Sinterklauss, St. Nick, Father Christmas, Kris Kringle, Chris
• Age: Born in the 4th Century AD
• Appearance: HO HO HO!
• Abilities/Skills: [+]

  True Immortality: As one of the 13 Immortals, Santa Claus can not be killed by any means available. In the distant past, Trigon thought he succeeded... only to find a lump of coal and a stern note telling hem to be less naughty.
  
  Great Magus: Santa is one of the most powerful wizards in history, capable of incredible feats of sorcery that put Dr. Fate to shame. Levitation, speed surpassing light, passing through walls, super speed, tapping into the mystical bag of gifts from any container, scrying on all of humanity to reward the nice and disappoint the naughty- all are within the arcane might of Santa Claus.
  
  Holiness: St. Nicholas, of course, is a Saint. His divine presence is anathema to the unholy.
  
  Master of Infiltration: Each year on Christmas Eve, the supervillains of the world find entire sacks of coal on their bed. A grim reminder of just what he could do were he a murderer. Even more surprisingly, Santa is able to give Darkseid a lump of coal every year in spite of Apokalips' continuously advancing security systems.
• Backstory: [+]

  Saint Agios Nikolaus of Myra was a 4th-century Greek Christian bishop of Myra (now Demre) in Lycia, a province of the Byzantine Empire, now in Turkey. Nikoluas was famous for his generous gifts to the poor, in particular presenting the three impoverished daughters of a pious Christian with dowries so that they would not have to become prostitutes. Saint Nicholas was later claimed as a patron saint of many diverse groups, from archers, sailors, and children to pawnbrokers. He is also the patron saint of both Amsterdam and Moscow. In that time, magic was simply viewed as another form of wisdom, and St. Nicholas used this wisdom to become an avatar of generosity. On the night of the Winter Solstice of each year, he would ride off in a sleigh driven by eight reindeer to distribute gifts to children around the world. He maintained a census of which children were naughty and which children were nice, doling out his gifts accordingly.
  
  For his use of magic and station to aid the downtrodden, Nicholas was raised to the status of Saint, and later became one of the 13 Immortals necessary for the balance of the world (see Vandal Savage, Professor Ivo, etc.). His immortality comes not from his magic, a meteorite (like Vandal), or some sort of serum (like Ivo), but is a gift the gods and supernatural forces of the world have given him. For while humans leave out milk and cookies, the Roman pantheon left him Nectar and Ambrosia. While this would have killed a mortal, Nicholas had a touch of divinity from his sainthood, and instead became a divine being in his own right.
  
  For centuries, Santa has kept up his vigil, maintaining the gentle guidance of humanity by rewarding the virtuous, kind-hearted, just, and nice with toys and sweets. To the naughty, he gave a gift of coal- while by no means as good as a toy or candy, it would warm a cold house and serve as a reminder there was still hope. To the EXTREMELY naughty, he would give the parents painful switches to discipline their child. And for truly wicked children... well, that was why The Krampus followed him. His pursuit of kindness, generosity, and decency earned him a position as honorary member of the Justice League- much to the joy of Superman, who never lost faith, and much to the disdain of Batman, who hated all things related to the Holiday season.
  
  Attempts have been made on Santa's life continuously since the revolution, only to be met with derisive laughter and a gift of coal. However, the nice list is dwindling, and the naughty list's crimes grow more severe each day, and now these idiots have got it in their heads that they can kidnap St. Nick. On top of this, another of the 13 Immortals is using his power to rule over humanity with an iron fist. It's only a mater of time before Santa must bring the world back into balance and thin out that naughty list for good.
• Sample Post: [+]

  John was imprisoned by Joker, and through the funhouse,
  not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
  The men sat 'round, the chimeny, armed to the teeth.
  Would the old man come from above, or beneath?
  The henchmen, they quivered, wishing wills had been made- Old Father Christmas can't be stopped by grenades.
  The Joker in hiding, his mooks in bullet proof vests, were hoping tonight they wouldn't be put to the test.
  When out on the lawn, with a rat-a-tat-tat, it seemed that a clown was unloading his gat.
  Away to the window, Joker ran like the Flash, hoping to find a corpse covered in ash.
  But that was not what he found, oh thank god no- he was only met with a jolly "HO-HO-HO!"
  And with that, down through the chimney, cheeks glowing with age, came the jolliest wizard- face twisted in rage.
  
  Santa hefted his bag, glaring with a mix of fury and disappointment at the men who called themselves part of Joker's gang. They could be so much more, even in the hellhole that was Jokerland, but they had chosen to enforce the mad clown's anarchy. He shook his head, a single tear coming to his eye over the lost potential. As the Joker opened his mouth to begin a tirade, Kringle unleashed a mighty punch that sent the Clown Prince sprawling, walking over to the hostage Joker had taken- Dr. John Walsborough, pediatrician. Apparently some of the thugs had thought he could get them prescription drugs and kidnapped him in the night- but all Dr. Walsborough had was child-strength tylenol and antibiotics. Dropping the bag to help the man to his feet, the Joker's goons proceeded to unload into Santa. This continued until the Holiday Hero shot a glare at a man with a rubber nose leveling an uzi at him, shouting over the sound of gunfire.
  
  "TIMOTHY HAROLD HENDRICKS."
  
  The man was pretty clearly taken aback by the use of his real name. This... couldn't be SANTA Santa, right? It was just some costumed nutjob using the name. With a sigh, Santa calmed down and gave a jolly smile.
  
  "You put down that gun this instant, young man. You don't have to prove anything to me. I know how brave you are inside." As other henchmen began to lower their weapons, Santa turned to each. "And you, Clayton! Your mother is worried sick about you. Davis, think about your little girl! Who's taking care of her right now? Honestly, running off in the dead of night to associate with these... harlequin hoodlums! You... all of you... could be so much more. I mean... Roger! You were going to be a medical student! Charles, you always wanted to be a cop to make Gotham safer. And Davis... You're going to have a son. You're throwing your lives away here. You're dooming yourselves to a life under this three-ring nutjob and locking yourselves out of the happiness you deserve."
  
  The rotund man stuck out a hand with a jolly smile. Many of the men present were tearing up from the presence of THE Santa Claus- a beacon of hope even among the shithole of Jokerland. The rest stood in terror of the magical might of Santa Claus. "Come on. Let's get that ridiculous makeup off and get you some solid meals. It's the first day of the rest of y-"
  
  "HAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAAA! SO YOU THINK IT'S THAT EASY, DO YOU?! WELL, KRINGLE, LET ME TELL YOU, PEOPLE ARE ANIMALS, AND-"
  
  Santa gave a gentle smile to the men who'd laid down their guns and started trying to wipe off their makeup. "Excuse me for a moment."
  
  With a mighty heave, he pulled Joker up and headbutted him, grabbing a lump of coal and shoving it in the clown's mouth. A booming voice, less jovial gift-giver and more immortal wizard dedicated to the preservation of mankind's peace and happiness, boomed out from beneath Santa's beard.
  
  "NO, YOU CIRCUS-STAINED PSYCHOPATH..."
  
  WHAM! Santa punched it into the Joker's mouth and down his throat.
  
  "PEOPLE ARE GOOD, NOBLE BEINGS..."
  
  WHAM! Another lump of coal as Santa punched Joker in the mouth again, forcing the second lump down the esophagus. The clown let out a wheezy laugh, secure in the knowledge he was about to corrupt an icon of happiness and goodness... only to find Santa throwing him to the ground.
  
  "BUT YOU? YOU ARE SICK. YOUR SICKNESS SPREADS TO THOSE AROUND YOU. THE DISEASE YOU SPREAD SHALL BE CURED. YOUR EMPIRE SHALL FALL, YOU ABORTION OF COMEDY, AND WHEN IT BURNS, I WILL BE THERE TO METE OUT THE JUST DESSERTS OF NAUGTHY, NICE... AND DISGUSTING MONSTERS LIKE YOU."
  
  A final mighty punch, delivered straight to Joker's nose, flew out, and Santa let the clown fall to the ground, broken, bloodied, and bruised, plucking one of Joker's teeth from his glove as he led the former henchmen out of the safehouse.
  
  "SEE YOU NEXT CHRISTMAS, JACK NAPIER."
• Other: I'm partial to Fresca or Coke.

Before the IC starts, I'll have to relinquish my character. I don't think I'm suited for this type of RP.

WIP [+]

Name: James Byrnes

Alias: Blood Knight

Age: 29

Appearance:



Abilities/Skills:

Hemokinesis: James’ metahuman ability is the power to manipulate his own blood to do various things. How he mainly uses this power is to increase the amount of blood flow in his body so that he doesn’t die from blood loss when manipulates his blood to come out of his body.

He can have blood come out of his skin through wounds that he creates by having it puncture through. The blood can be shaped into objects and then hardened for offensive purposes such as craft melee weapons.

James is also able to shoot tendrils and jets of superheated blood out of his body including his eyes, but this can severely weaken him if he uses it too much. Even though he hasn’t learned it yet James has the potential to eventually control the blood flow in his body to give himself a great amount of adrenaline and also heal quicker than an ordinary human.

Although his power has variety, he does have weaknesses. If he loses too much blood then his powers will become weak and he could faint from blood loss. Any kind of diseases or toxin that attacks the blood is like kryptonite to him and he will be powerless if it gets in his bloodstream.

Aside from his blood being able to be used as a means to counterattack an enemy, who has given him a bleeding wound James has all of the weaknesses that a human has with the exception of not being easily killed from blood loss.

Backstory:

Sample Post: (Be sure to show off your character's personality here and maybe some of their abilities. If you need an idea for this post, why not cover the day you were imprisoned.)

Notes: (Anything else you wish to add. *wink wink*)

<Snipped quote by Weird Tales>

I should probably note right now before you get too far on the CS that I have a serious disdain for blood manipulators. Hard power to make work in an RP and it has a distinctly 'anime' feel to it. Would rather you went with another ability however my Co-GMs are as always free to disagree with me on this.

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

What makes it hard to work in an rp?