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- Hillan as... Cobalt[GM]
- NightRunner as... Annex
- Alan Hawke as... Aqualad
- FacePunch as... Green Lantern
- Natty as... The Knitter
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Lex MK. XXV
Alexander Star
Julian Luthor
Alexander Star
Julian Luthor
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Cobalt
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Enhanced DNA: Julian has the best parts of Lex Luthor's DNA, his DNA sequence having been altered to get rid of the things that hurt Lex's physique. It was done in the hopes of creating a superior body for Luthor, should he need it. Julian is naturally in peak human condition, having no diseases or 'harmful' genetic traits. This has helped him in becoming a olympic level athlete and a super genius able to rival his 'father'.
Genius Intellect: A IQ well over 200 ranks Julian as one of the top ten smartest people on the planet. He has extensive knowledge of engineering, chemistry and biology. His intellect gives him a excellent problem solving ability.
Prosthetic Arm:
Julian currently have about 20 different models for his prostetic arm, each serving a different purpose, but he primarily uses one arm. The 'Caesar' model. The arm offers high utility, being able to perform motorical features similar to that of a organic arm, while still giving him instant connection to the internet, allowing him to project holograms, limited super strength, generating a forcefield about the size of a handheld shield and even fire a focused laser from his palm, making it applicable for light combat situations. The 'shield' is capable of protecting against small arms fire.
Heavy Combat Tool:
A heavier and much bigger arm is also frequently used by Julian. The arm is capable of matching most Meta's in strength and raw power, between it's pulse canon, machine gun, laser cutter and rocket powered 'dash' function it's a force to be reckoned with. It's always partnered with a power supply that generates both power to the arm and a force field around Julian, similar to that of Lex's own in his warsuit. The shield is powerful enough not to dent from a direct hit from a RPG Rocket.
Genius Intellect: A IQ well over 200 ranks Julian as one of the top ten smartest people on the planet. He has extensive knowledge of engineering, chemistry and biology. His intellect gives him a excellent problem solving ability.
Prosthetic Arm:
Julian currently have about 20 different models for his prostetic arm, each serving a different purpose, but he primarily uses one arm. The 'Caesar' model. The arm offers high utility, being able to perform motorical features similar to that of a organic arm, while still giving him instant connection to the internet, allowing him to project holograms, limited super strength, generating a forcefield about the size of a handheld shield and even fire a focused laser from his palm, making it applicable for light combat situations. The 'shield' is capable of protecting against small arms fire.
Heavy Combat Tool:
A heavier and much bigger arm is also frequently used by Julian. The arm is capable of matching most Meta's in strength and raw power, between it's pulse canon, machine gun, laser cutter and rocket powered 'dash' function it's a force to be reckoned with. It's always partnered with a power supply that generates both power to the arm and a force field around Julian, similar to that of Lex's own in his warsuit. The shield is powerful enough not to dent from a direct hit from a RPG Rocket.
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Despite his mind and his tools, Julian is very much so human. A bullet that he doesn't block can potentially end his life. Is he caught without his gear he's a one armed teenager with a lot of brains and not nearly enough brawn. However the most glaring flaw he has when without his gear is the asymmetry he suffers from.
Julian is like his 'father' quick to anger if you push his buttons. While in combat with his gear he is reliant on power, that he has a very finite amount of, leading to him having to end a fight as quickly as possible, or he will simply run out of gas.
Julian is like his 'father' quick to anger if you push his buttons. While in combat with his gear he is reliant on power, that he has a very finite amount of, leading to him having to end a fight as quickly as possible, or he will simply run out of gas.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
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Jefferson Page
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Annex
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The Mask of Insight: A steel mask with several layers that moves the lower jaw as his mouth does. It provides the wearer with insight on objects of interest (People, places, things, etc.). Such insight draws from a vast pool of knowledge both scientific and supernatural. It can be used to decipher many techniques and mechanical processes such as martial arts or gymnastics. Technically it does not offer any direct assistance with mimicry, but knowing is half the battle. The mask contains a sort of real intelligence of some nature. He is personally unsure if it is scientific or mystical in nature.
Engineering Skills: Thanks to the mask of Insight, he understands how to manufacture many tools, even if he physically is unable. Through practice, he has learned to gently dissassemble and reassemble sensitive and specialized equipment, even making improvements along the way.
Stealth Skills: The mask grants him understanding of how to bypass the notice of others, both because of the individuals behavior and environmental factors such as areas that naturally make more noise, or the patterns of shadows.
Agility: He, without the mask, is a practiced traceur who can scale the average building competantly. His reflexes are fast and he is very conscious of his surroundings. He can perform above average in gymnastics, but not enough to win G4's Ninja Warrior.
Fear Gas: After obtaining several samples of Jonathan Crane's various Scarecrow formulas, he deciphered the recipe and manufacturing process before coming up with his own variant and dispersal system. At present, he uses a gun that fires pellets containing pressurized fear gas that causes the target to experience frightening hallucinations.
Web-Line: Investigating Black Spider's means of travel taught him to synthesize webbing of his own. He can fire sprays of fast drying elastic cable that anchor onto their target and have incredible cohesive properties and strength. He sometimes uses this as a means of travel instead of a grappling hook, but makes frequent use of it in combat situations.
Claws: On his own, he created his own spring loaded razor sharp retractible claws that lurch out of his sleeves at a moments notice. They are one foot long and extend off of a pair of gauntlets mounted on his wrists.
Engineering Skills: Thanks to the mask of Insight, he understands how to manufacture many tools, even if he physically is unable. Through practice, he has learned to gently dissassemble and reassemble sensitive and specialized equipment, even making improvements along the way.
Stealth Skills: The mask grants him understanding of how to bypass the notice of others, both because of the individuals behavior and environmental factors such as areas that naturally make more noise, or the patterns of shadows.
Agility: He, without the mask, is a practiced traceur who can scale the average building competantly. His reflexes are fast and he is very conscious of his surroundings. He can perform above average in gymnastics, but not enough to win G4's Ninja Warrior.
Fear Gas: After obtaining several samples of Jonathan Crane's various Scarecrow formulas, he deciphered the recipe and manufacturing process before coming up with his own variant and dispersal system. At present, he uses a gun that fires pellets containing pressurized fear gas that causes the target to experience frightening hallucinations.
Web-Line: Investigating Black Spider's means of travel taught him to synthesize webbing of his own. He can fire sprays of fast drying elastic cable that anchor onto their target and have incredible cohesive properties and strength. He sometimes uses this as a means of travel instead of a grappling hook, but makes frequent use of it in combat situations.
Claws: On his own, he created his own spring loaded razor sharp retractible claws that lurch out of his sleeves at a moments notice. They are one foot long and extend off of a pair of gauntlets mounted on his wrists.
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The mask cannot determine the inner thoughts, feelings, or motivations of a person. It is, for all intents and purposes, a face-fitting encyclopedia. It can provide mechanical and chemical information bountifully, but magical, personal, and historical information are limited by what the wearers of the mask have seen. Sometimes it is inaccurate for various reasons.
While he has an edge over human opponents, he still has no degree of invulnerability and very little besides his ingenuity protecting him from any super-powered killing machine. He is particularly vulnerable to psychic attacks, though.
He is occasionally prevented from sleeping by his mask, hearing voices he can't rationally explain. He's unsure if he's actually hearing things or just plain ol' crazy. Sometimes the voices distract him to the point where he becomes very sloppy, distracting him, sometimes purposefully it would seem. The less he sleeps, the more the voices talk to him.
While he has an edge over human opponents, he still has no degree of invulnerability and very little besides his ingenuity protecting him from any super-powered killing machine. He is particularly vulnerable to psychic attacks, though.
He is occasionally prevented from sleeping by his mask, hearing voices he can't rationally explain. He's unsure if he's actually hearing things or just plain ol' crazy. Sometimes the voices distract him to the point where he becomes very sloppy, distracting him, sometimes purposefully it would seem. The less he sleeps, the more the voices talk to him.
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"Who did this to him?" asked a teary eyed Supergirl.
"I can't be sure, it's not like they left a hallmark card with their signature written on his corpse." Or did they, he raised an eyebrow as he took a closer look. "Fascinating," Annex purred privately as his eyes bathed themselves in their stimuli.
The Kryptonite lodged in the boy's chest was not of terrestrial origin, as was usually the case. But it wasn't even from Krypton.
The blood splattered off of Sentinel's chest indicated a shotgun blast at point blank range. Beyond the shape of the wound and the pattern of the blood, one fact stood out.
"I can't be sure, it's not like they left a hallmark card with their signature written on his corpse." Or did they, he raised an eyebrow as he took a closer look. "Fascinating," Annex purred privately as his eyes bathed themselves in their stimuli.
The Kryptonite lodged in the boy's chest was not of terrestrial origin, as was usually the case. But it wasn't even from Krypton.
Definite traces of residual mana linger over the crystals. Put simply, someone had killed Superman's protege with magical Kryptonite. It hardly required The Mask of Insight to know that they were invested in making sure it worked.The blood splattered off of Sentinel's chest indicated a shotgun blast at point blank range. Beyond the shape of the wound and the pattern of the blood, one fact stood out.
The blood sample is incompatible with either humans or kryptonians. It more closely resembles that of a Martian.| NOTES: |
-He's called Annex for his tendency to augment his arsenal by adding other people's inventions to it.
-He never takes the mask off
-I'm really proud of this particular OC
-He never takes the mask off
-I'm really proud of this particular OC
Alan Hawke Computer Repair Technician
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| NAME: |
Kaldur'ahm
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Aqualad
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Hydrokinesis: He can form and control the flow of water much in the same way that Mera can. Normally he forms highly pressurized water into handles in the form of swords or maces.
Electrokinesis: He has the power to control electric waves; much in the same way an electric eel can. This ability seems to manifest along side the electrical appearances of his mysterious tattoos. This ability has appeared in electrical touch, bursts of electricity and electrical skin.
Amphibious Transformation: When any source of water touches Jackson's skin his body transforms and he gains gills and webbed features. This allows him to breathe underwater and swim at speeds that can match Aquaman's.
Hard-water constructs: Aqualad has the unique ability to solidify water into a myriad of different weapons for physical attacks. So far he has created swords, maces, sledgehammers, a small shield, and a large eel. This ability, like his hydrokinesis and electricity generation, is powered by his eel tattoos.
Atlantean attributes: Atlanteans, although Human, have through scientific and sorcerous means developed several abilities which allow them to live comfortably under the sea.
Underwater breathing: All Atlanteans are capable of surviving the aquatic atmosphere under the sea. Some accomplish this without the presence of visible gills.
Temperature resilience: Resistant to low temperatures and the effects of freezing, although notably hindered by high temperatures.
Durability: Dense flesh, although not invulnerable.
Strength: Aqualad is able to lift up to half a ton. (1000lbs or 450kgs)
Toxin resistance: Aqualad has a partial immunity to poisons of sea creatures, such as jellyfish toxin.
Expert hand-to-hand combatant: Aqualad is extremely skilled in combat able to go toe-to-toe with his mentor Aquaman.
Multilingualism: Aqualad can speak Atlantean and English. Likely as an extension of his home language, he has some fluency in Ancient Greek and Modern Greek.
Water Pack:
A black metallic backpack that holds an unspecified amount of water that Aqualad can use. It also holds his Water-Bearers.
Water-Bearers:
Twin hilts that can hold onto water which Aqualad then uses to create his hard-water weapons. They are also used as a type of water gun to shoot water from his water pack and can be used to help manipulate sources of water.
Electrokinesis: He has the power to control electric waves; much in the same way an electric eel can. This ability seems to manifest along side the electrical appearances of his mysterious tattoos. This ability has appeared in electrical touch, bursts of electricity and electrical skin.
Amphibious Transformation: When any source of water touches Jackson's skin his body transforms and he gains gills and webbed features. This allows him to breathe underwater and swim at speeds that can match Aquaman's.
Hard-water constructs: Aqualad has the unique ability to solidify water into a myriad of different weapons for physical attacks. So far he has created swords, maces, sledgehammers, a small shield, and a large eel. This ability, like his hydrokinesis and electricity generation, is powered by his eel tattoos.
Atlantean attributes: Atlanteans, although Human, have through scientific and sorcerous means developed several abilities which allow them to live comfortably under the sea.
Underwater breathing: All Atlanteans are capable of surviving the aquatic atmosphere under the sea. Some accomplish this without the presence of visible gills.
Temperature resilience: Resistant to low temperatures and the effects of freezing, although notably hindered by high temperatures.
Durability: Dense flesh, although not invulnerable.
Strength: Aqualad is able to lift up to half a ton. (1000lbs or 450kgs)
Toxin resistance: Aqualad has a partial immunity to poisons of sea creatures, such as jellyfish toxin.
Expert hand-to-hand combatant: Aqualad is extremely skilled in combat able to go toe-to-toe with his mentor Aquaman.
Multilingualism: Aqualad can speak Atlantean and English. Likely as an extension of his home language, he has some fluency in Ancient Greek and Modern Greek.
Water Pack:
A black metallic backpack that holds an unspecified amount of water that Aqualad can use. It also holds his Water-Bearers.
Water-Bearers:
Twin hilts that can hold onto water which Aqualad then uses to create his hard-water weapons. They are also used as a type of water gun to shoot water from his water pack and can be used to help manipulate sources of water.
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Dehydration: Because his natural habitat is underwater, Aqualad is physically weakened when exposed to high temperatures and dry conditions. His skin burns more easier than a human's and doesn't tend to stay out in clear sunlight for an extended period of time.
Depression/Loneliness: Kaldur'ahm suffers from depression. Kaldur's only known family member is his father, Black Manta--who he despises for every bad thing he has done. Many Atlanteans look down on Kaldur, taking out their disgust and anger for Black Manta out on Kaldur. Without a father he can look up to and a living mother to provide him with love and compassion, Kaldur faces severe depression and loneliness.
Overly Brash: As someone who is looked down on in Atlantis, Kaldur'ahm tends to go out on a limb to attempt to do what people say he cannot do. This may be a major downfall for Kaldur'ahm. As Garth's successor, he is also pressured into doing what he was able to do when he was Aqualad.
Fears Peer Rejection: Aqualad is the son of Black Manta and is often treated with disgust and hatred--despite being a hero. He has been emotionally tormented over the years by Atlanteans and himself. He fears being rejected by friends and people he has come to respect over the years.
Selfless: Kaldur'ahm always puts others before him--no matter what the cost being, even if it being his life. This may also be his downfall.
Moral Code Against Killing: In order to never become anything like his father, Kaldur'ahm has vowed never to take somebody's life no matter what. He believes that if he were to cross the line even once, he would never be able to stop himself from doing it again.
Depression/Loneliness: Kaldur'ahm suffers from depression. Kaldur's only known family member is his father, Black Manta--who he despises for every bad thing he has done. Many Atlanteans look down on Kaldur, taking out their disgust and anger for Black Manta out on Kaldur. Without a father he can look up to and a living mother to provide him with love and compassion, Kaldur faces severe depression and loneliness.
Overly Brash: As someone who is looked down on in Atlantis, Kaldur'ahm tends to go out on a limb to attempt to do what people say he cannot do. This may be a major downfall for Kaldur'ahm. As Garth's successor, he is also pressured into doing what he was able to do when he was Aqualad.
Fears Peer Rejection: Aqualad is the son of Black Manta and is often treated with disgust and hatred--despite being a hero. He has been emotionally tormented over the years by Atlanteans and himself. He fears being rejected by friends and people he has come to respect over the years.
Selfless: Kaldur'ahm always puts others before him--no matter what the cost being, even if it being his life. This may also be his downfall.
Moral Code Against Killing: In order to never become anything like his father, Kaldur'ahm has vowed never to take somebody's life no matter what. He believes that if he were to cross the line even once, he would never be able to stop himself from doing it again.
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"Come at me again, Kaldur'ahm!" Aquaman barked, his voice straining with exhaustion as sweat ran down his temples. Kaldur'ahm looked up at his mentor with a stern stare as he laid down panting like a dog on his hands and knees. He used his remaining endurance and willpower to stand--his muscles and body were beyond tired, but he would not waver from any challenge presented from his mentor. "I hope your heart does not give out on you, my King." He said jokingly, "You appear more exhausted than I am." Aquaman let out a chuckle, "Oh worry not, child. As the surface-dwellers say: I'm as stubborn as a mule!"
Aquaman spun his golden trident around tauntingly, "What are you waiting for? Come at me, my boy!" Aqualad let out a smirk as he reached out behind him to grab his water-bearers, slinging them both forward and creating hard-water blade constructs. Kaldur'ahm proceeded to let out a shout--not of terror, fear, or pain; but out of confidence--as he charged towards his mentor. He swung his right blade forward, only to be caught and held captive by Aquaman's trident. He then proceeded to chuckle once more, "Come on now, Kaldur, surely you must have expected that to happen." Now this time, it was the protege chuckling, "I was counting on it, my King." Aquaman raised an eyebrow as Aqualad smirked. The King of Atlantis proceeded to look down, to see that the tip of Kaldur's left blade was just touching his chest. He hadn't even seen him move his left arm at all. Aquaman looked back up towards his apprentice, "Well played, my apprentice. Well played."
The apprentice backed away from his mentor and disabled his water-bearers and placed them back in their holster on his back. Aquaman then proceeded to flip his golden trident upside-down and bury it's tip into the dusty sand, "I finally believe you are ready, Kaldur." Kaldur raised an eyebrow, "Pardon me my King but, ready for what exactly?" Aquaman let out a smile, "To join the Titans team on the East Coast, of course. Guardian is reforming it with an entire new roster--or so I've been told. I believe you would be an excellent addition to the team. After all, you do need some more field experience before I even think about putting your name forward in the next Justice League meeting." Kaldur's eyes were wide with shock, he had always wanted to be on a team--but the Titans? The Teen Titans? This was a dream come true for Kaldur'ahm--he would fantasize about being on the Titans when he was a young boy, whether it was the East or West Coast Titans. He didn't care whether he was the leader or not, he's just always wanted to work alongside others who were like him.
Kaldur'ahm was still in shock, but his next words came out of his mouth without any hesitation. "Thank you, my King. I won't let you down."
Aquaman spun his golden trident around tauntingly, "What are you waiting for? Come at me, my boy!" Aqualad let out a smirk as he reached out behind him to grab his water-bearers, slinging them both forward and creating hard-water blade constructs. Kaldur'ahm proceeded to let out a shout--not of terror, fear, or pain; but out of confidence--as he charged towards his mentor. He swung his right blade forward, only to be caught and held captive by Aquaman's trident. He then proceeded to chuckle once more, "Come on now, Kaldur, surely you must have expected that to happen." Now this time, it was the protege chuckling, "I was counting on it, my King." Aquaman raised an eyebrow as Aqualad smirked. The King of Atlantis proceeded to look down, to see that the tip of Kaldur's left blade was just touching his chest. He hadn't even seen him move his left arm at all. Aquaman looked back up towards his apprentice, "Well played, my apprentice. Well played."
The apprentice backed away from his mentor and disabled his water-bearers and placed them back in their holster on his back. Aquaman then proceeded to flip his golden trident upside-down and bury it's tip into the dusty sand, "I finally believe you are ready, Kaldur." Kaldur raised an eyebrow, "Pardon me my King but, ready for what exactly?" Aquaman let out a smile, "To join the Titans team on the East Coast, of course. Guardian is reforming it with an entire new roster--or so I've been told. I believe you would be an excellent addition to the team. After all, you do need some more field experience before I even think about putting your name forward in the next Justice League meeting." Kaldur's eyes were wide with shock, he had always wanted to be on a team--but the Titans? The Teen Titans? This was a dream come true for Kaldur'ahm--he would fantasize about being on the Titans when he was a young boy, whether it was the East or West Coast Titans. He didn't care whether he was the leader or not, he's just always wanted to work alongside others who were like him.
Kaldur'ahm was still in shock, but his next words came out of his mouth without any hesitation. "Thank you, my King. I won't let you down."
| NOTES: |
- Kaldur'ahm is the son of supervillian Black Manta and the current protege of Aquaman.
- Kaldur'ahm is fascinated with the stories of his predecessor Garth, who now goes by the name Tempest.
- Kaldur'ahm goes by just "Kaldur" when around friends.
- Kaldur'ahm is fascinated with the stories of his predecessor Garth, who now goes by the name Tempest.
- Kaldur'ahm goes by just "Kaldur" when around friends.
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| NAME: |
Marcus Lev Zelenyy
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Green Lantern of Sector 2814.2
Atlas
Atlas
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Green Lantern Ring: The power rings wielded by members of the Lantern Corps have been referred to as the most powerful weapons in the universe. The power ring's most distinctive effect is the generation of green, solid-light constructs, the precise physical nature of which has never been specified. The size, complexity, and strength of these constructs is limited only by the ring-bearer's willpower; whatever the wearer imagines, the ring will create. Marcus possesses great willpower and imagination, making him perfect for wielding a power ring. He's no Hal Jordan, But Marcus has great potential as a Lantern once he learns how to wield this weapon properly.
The Green Lantern Ring has a number of uses and abilities.
Force Field: When active, a power ring will encase its user in a protective, life-supporting force field. This force field allows the user to fly, travel through inhospitable environments, and enter hyperspace in order to move vast distances quickly. This field automatically forms over Marcus when he equips the ring and is always active. This force field is invisible and eliminates waste, provides a breathable atmosphere for the wielder in any environment(underwater, space, etc.) and protects the wielder from all forms of harm(radiation, bullets, etc.).
Artificial Intelligence: Every ring has a connection to the Main Battery on Oa, which taps into an artificial intelligence. It acts as an "on-board computer," telling the wearer what they need to know. It can either respond out loud, or silently directly to the wearer's mind. The AI contains a large database of information that may be crucial to a Lantern's success. The ring also translates nearly every language to and from the wearer (though they have difficulty translating profanity), which is why the Corps can communicate with each other. When the bearer of a Green Lantern ring dies, the ring will seek out a suitable replacement for their sector. The AI can be used to play a holographic playback sequence complete with colors across the spectrum based on information in memory banks. The ring can dictate when to pause or stop the playback should an interruption arise where the Lanterns undivided attention is needed. The AI can also alert the wielder of incoming threats or of attempts to manipulate the wielders construct by an outside party.
Utility: Power rings are able to give off electromagnetic radiation of various frequencies. This radiation can be focused by the wearer into a beam, similar in appearance and effect to a powerful laser. The ring is also capable of producing an electrical current. Less frequently used capabilities include splitting atomic nuclei and manipulating subatomic particles (thereby transmuting chemical elements). A power ring is also capable of creating fully functional duplicates of itself. The ring protects users from all forms of telepathy, making Marcus immune to even the most powerful physic assailants. While power rings have to be worn to be effective, at several points Green Lanterns have shown the ability to summon the ring to them from a distance (even if someone else is wearing it) or order it to carry out commands automatically after being removed. Jon Stewart has only recently begun to teach Marcus how to use his ring in fashions described above.
Light Constructs: The signature ability of a member of any Lantern Corps. A lantern can create anything he or she imagines, assuming they have enough willpower to do it. The objects created by a green lantern are not indestructible, and the strength of the constructs depends on the focus and willpower put forth by the wielder. If the wearer's willpower is weak, then their constructs will be weak as well. Depending on the amount of focus and willpower from the wearer, the ring can be the wearer's greatest asset or greatest detriment. This applies doubly to Marcus, who possesses great willpower, but absolutely abysmal focus.
Military Training: Marcus has undergone intense military-like training before being recruited into the Green Lantern Corps. He is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and marksman, and has an incredible tolerance to pain. On more than one occasion Marcus has either matched or beaten Jon Stewart in unarmed combat. Where Marcus received his training is a closely guarded secret.
The Green Lantern Ring has a number of uses and abilities.
Force Field: When active, a power ring will encase its user in a protective, life-supporting force field. This force field allows the user to fly, travel through inhospitable environments, and enter hyperspace in order to move vast distances quickly. This field automatically forms over Marcus when he equips the ring and is always active. This force field is invisible and eliminates waste, provides a breathable atmosphere for the wielder in any environment(underwater, space, etc.) and protects the wielder from all forms of harm(radiation, bullets, etc.).
Artificial Intelligence: Every ring has a connection to the Main Battery on Oa, which taps into an artificial intelligence. It acts as an "on-board computer," telling the wearer what they need to know. It can either respond out loud, or silently directly to the wearer's mind. The AI contains a large database of information that may be crucial to a Lantern's success. The ring also translates nearly every language to and from the wearer (though they have difficulty translating profanity), which is why the Corps can communicate with each other. When the bearer of a Green Lantern ring dies, the ring will seek out a suitable replacement for their sector. The AI can be used to play a holographic playback sequence complete with colors across the spectrum based on information in memory banks. The ring can dictate when to pause or stop the playback should an interruption arise where the Lanterns undivided attention is needed. The AI can also alert the wielder of incoming threats or of attempts to manipulate the wielders construct by an outside party.
Utility: Power rings are able to give off electromagnetic radiation of various frequencies. This radiation can be focused by the wearer into a beam, similar in appearance and effect to a powerful laser. The ring is also capable of producing an electrical current. Less frequently used capabilities include splitting atomic nuclei and manipulating subatomic particles (thereby transmuting chemical elements). A power ring is also capable of creating fully functional duplicates of itself. The ring protects users from all forms of telepathy, making Marcus immune to even the most powerful physic assailants. While power rings have to be worn to be effective, at several points Green Lanterns have shown the ability to summon the ring to them from a distance (even if someone else is wearing it) or order it to carry out commands automatically after being removed. Jon Stewart has only recently begun to teach Marcus how to use his ring in fashions described above.
Light Constructs: The signature ability of a member of any Lantern Corps. A lantern can create anything he or she imagines, assuming they have enough willpower to do it. The objects created by a green lantern are not indestructible, and the strength of the constructs depends on the focus and willpower put forth by the wielder. If the wearer's willpower is weak, then their constructs will be weak as well. Depending on the amount of focus and willpower from the wearer, the ring can be the wearer's greatest asset or greatest detriment. This applies doubly to Marcus, who possesses great willpower, but absolutely abysmal focus.
Military Training: Marcus has undergone intense military-like training before being recruited into the Green Lantern Corps. He is a skilled hand-to-hand combatant and marksman, and has an incredible tolerance to pain. On more than one occasion Marcus has either matched or beaten Jon Stewart in unarmed combat. Where Marcus received his training is a closely guarded secret.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Marcus' constructs have shown the ability to hold up the weight of collapsing skyscrapers. His constructs have tanked hits from the likes of Black Adam and Doomsday, and Atlas has been able to harm Justice League level opponents such as Cheeta or Bizarro.
A Green Lantern is only as strong as their willpower. If Marcus becomes afraid, or loses focus, he becomes easier to defeat.
Atlas, while a Green Lantern, still has much to learn. His lack of understanding of his ring's capabilities and shortcomings are quite obvious and can lead to Marcus losing a fight simply because he forgot one of the ring's many abilities.
Marcus lacks focus. He is easily distracted, leading to his constructs being weak and fragile during hectic confrontations where his attention is split. If the enemy can get Marcus talking, he's practically already lost the fight. Even Marcus' auto-shields, which require barely any focus, can be easily pierced if he doesn't expect a fight.
Marcus has a distasteful personality. He's over-confident, arrogant, stubborn, brash and a bit stupid. He butts heads with his teammates and thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Atlas isn't the only one with weaknesses. The ring has a number as well.
Rookie Green Lanterns who have yet to learn how to overcome fear, such as Marcus, can't affect the color yellow. This means that Marcus is very vulnerable to Sinestro Corps officers and is unable to defend himself from them. This weakness is so crippling that Marcus would be at an extreme disadvantage fighting someone wearing a yellow shirt, or wielding a pocket knife painted yellow.
The ring has a limited amount of energy before it has to be recharged. Marcus has to recite the Green Lantern oath while holding the ring within his own lantern to charge it. If Atlas were to ever lose the lantern, or be unable to access it for an extended period, Marcus risks running out of juice and returning to his completely vulnerable human-self.
A Green Lantern is only as strong as their willpower. If Marcus becomes afraid, or loses focus, he becomes easier to defeat.
Atlas, while a Green Lantern, still has much to learn. His lack of understanding of his ring's capabilities and shortcomings are quite obvious and can lead to Marcus losing a fight simply because he forgot one of the ring's many abilities.
Marcus lacks focus. He is easily distracted, leading to his constructs being weak and fragile during hectic confrontations where his attention is split. If the enemy can get Marcus talking, he's practically already lost the fight. Even Marcus' auto-shields, which require barely any focus, can be easily pierced if he doesn't expect a fight.
Marcus has a distasteful personality. He's over-confident, arrogant, stubborn, brash and a bit stupid. He butts heads with his teammates and thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Atlas isn't the only one with weaknesses. The ring has a number as well.
Rookie Green Lanterns who have yet to learn how to overcome fear, such as Marcus, can't affect the color yellow. This means that Marcus is very vulnerable to Sinestro Corps officers and is unable to defend himself from them. This weakness is so crippling that Marcus would be at an extreme disadvantage fighting someone wearing a yellow shirt, or wielding a pocket knife painted yellow.
The ring has a limited amount of energy before it has to be recharged. Marcus has to recite the Green Lantern oath while holding the ring within his own lantern to charge it. If Atlas were to ever lose the lantern, or be unable to access it for an extended period, Marcus risks running out of juice and returning to his completely vulnerable human-self.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ding!
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
A bell announced the arrival of new customers to the sparsely populated coffee shop. McHoy's Coffee was one of the lesser known local hangouts, located in downtown Coast City. The young woman standing behind the shop's single cash register looked up as the door opened. "Hello, welcome to McHoy's. Make yourselves at ho- AHHHHHH!" The two men produced firearms as they stepped inside. One of them, garbed in a balaclava mask and a black hoodie stepped up to the register and began threatening the worker. "Stuff this bag full'a cash. Make it quick, sweet cheeks!" The other man, this one wearing a trench coat and domino mask, passed a bag around the room. "All your valuables go in 'ta bag and I don't fill 'ya with holes." The thug warned as he blocked the exit. You could feel the fear in the air. Like a thick fog hung over the coffee joint as the two armed miscreants started collecting the money. Who holds up a coffee shop? Marcus wondered as he casually took a sip of his latte. Mmm. Peppermint. A frightened old man handed the duffle bag full of money to Marcus, who looked at it for a moment before taking the bag and setting it down next to him. The thug by the door looked at Marcus like he was out of his mind, staring at the Russian for a good minute before making his move. "Hey, moron!" The trenchcoat-man yelled as he stomped over to the teenager. "Fill up the bag or I fill you up with lead, got it?!" Wait. Not yet. Let him get close before you pull anything, Marcus.
The scumbag shoved his pistol onto the side of Marcus' head. "You have to the count of five to gimme your wallet or else." Marcus looked at him, before taking another sip of his latte. The guy flinched, afraid that Marcus might have something up his sleeve. "Five." He said, pushing the metal barrel into Marcus' temple to emphasize his point. "Four." People across the room froze as they watched the exchange. Was that kid nuts? What did he think he was doing?! "Three..." Marcus took yet another sip of his coffee. "Two." The girl behind the counter finished loading a bag with cash, handing it to the guy's partner. "Hey, dude! Just shoot the kid and get movin' before the cops show." The hoodied criminal complained. The idiot turned around to look at his partner. "How 'bout you just worry 'bout yourself Steve? I ain't offin' a kid 'less I have 'ta." Marcus moved like a blur. One second, the pistol was in the thug's hand. The next, Marcus had it and the thug's wrist was broken. "Holy Mary!" Steve shouted as he started shooting at Marcus. Atlas, smiling the whole time, shoved the wounded thug to the ground as he ducked under the bullets. He pulled up his left hand and revealed the green ring to 'Steve.' The thug groaned. "You have got to be kiddin' m-" A green fist the size of a bowling ball appeared out of the ring and smashed into Steve's face. The thug went flying over the counter, his nose shattered.
Atlas blew on his ring. "Class dismissed." He taunted, before rounding up the two hooligans and placing them inside a construct cage.
Outside the coffee shop, the two criminal's get away driver looked on in stunned silence as he watched the events unfold through the shop's windows. The driver whipped out a sub-machine gun after Steve went down, and opened fire. He turned the weapon in an arc, unloading on everyone inside the shop. "Steve! Happy!" He yelled through the now-broken window. Marcus ducked as the bullets started to fly. "Seriously? More guns?" Atlas asked (mostly himself) as he created another construct. A green shield covered the civilians, blocking the hail of gunfire with ease. "No need to fear, citizens, Atlas is here!" Marcus wasn't paying any attention as he looked at a group of frightened people cowering in the corner.
"Hey dunce!" The girl behind the counter yelled over the roaring sound of flying bullets. "Those other guy's are getting away!"
"Huh?" Marcus asked, confused. He turned around to see a few of the bars on his cage shattered and the two thugs gone. "Not a problem for a Green Lantern!" Atlas took flight as his costume replaced his street clothes. He turned around and winked at the worker. "I'll be back for your number. Call the cops for me, by the way." Atlas took off out the front door as the shield once protecting it fell away. The two thugs jumped into the get-away car. "Drive, ya moron! Drive!" Happy yelled as Steve clenched his broken nose. The driver dropped his now-empty sub-machine gun onto the unoccupied passenger seat and slammed his foot into the gas peddle. "Oh no! They have a car! How will I evverrrr catch them." Atlas mocked as he floated above the sidewalk. Marcus disappeared in a flash of green light.
"H-Hey! I think he's gone." Steve said as he looked out the back window. "You see him, Happy?" the driver asked to confirm Steve's suspicions. Happy rolled down his window and stuck his bald head out. "Don't see nothin'." Happy replied. All three of them sighed with relief. "Maybe he can turn invisible." "Don't be ridiculous, Steve." Happy snorted. "What? I didn't say. Gerald? Was that you?" Gerald took in a gulp of air. "Ah, man." He breathed. "Soooo." Marcus started as he put his hands around Steve and Happy's shoulders. "Should I stop the car, or are you going to?" Steve and Happy both started to scream. Gerald struggled to reload his gun with one hand. "Guess I will. I hope everyone is wearing their seatbelts!" A pair of oversized-green boots appeared over Atlas' feet as he slammed the constructs through the floor of the car. The shoes tore through the concrete as the car came slamming to a halt. The driver slammed his face into the airbag, knocked unconscious. Steve was saved by his seat belt, but Happy went flying out the window. Marcus smashed his way through the roof and tossed out a construct in an effort to catch the flying man. A baseball glove the size of a minivan appeared under Happy, who landed safely on the green light before being dumped onto the side of the road.
The sound of sirens alerted Marcus to the eminent arrival of the police. People ran up to see the Green Lantern as he gathered up the gang and tied them up in hardlight. "All in a day's work." Atlas remarked with his hands on his hips. A woman approached with her phone held out and started asking questions. Probably some amateur reporter looking to score in the big team. Atlas tried to answer all of her questions as best he could before the police arrived and carried the criminals away.
"Nice work, kid."
Marcus turned around at the sound of a familiar voice. Jon Stewart floated down to land next to Atlas, looking at the surrounding civilians and the singular reporter. "Nothing I couldn't handle." He replied in his usual smug fashion. "Come on, we need to talk. Alone." The older green lantern said before taking to the skies. Marcus turned back to the reporter, smiling. "Names Atlas, by the way. Maybe we can finish this interview later..Over dinner?" The woman stammered as she started to pull out a card. "I'm L-" She began, before a giant green hand wrapped around Marcus' face and dragged him through the air and to Jon's side. "Ah, man. She was cute." Jon only rolled his eyes before addressing his protege. "I was talking to Batman the other day." He began. "He seems to think you'd make a good addition to the team." Marcus' eyes went wide. "Wait, really?! Do you think so?" Jon looked away and towards the horizon. "Exposure to other heroes would do you some good. You could learn a thing or two from them." Marcus hollered out in joy and did a barrel roll. "I'm going to join the Justice League!" He yelled out in excitement. "Oh man, I can't wait to get Superman's autograph!" There was a moment of silence as Jon tried to stifle a chuckle. "What?" Marcus frowned. "You're not joining the Justice League."
"But you said-"
"I never finished. Batman wants you to join the Teen Titans."
Marcus groaned for nearly a minute. "The Teen Titans? Are you kidding me?" Atlas sighed as his hands flopped to his side. "Kyle was on the Titans for awhile. It's not as bad as you think." Jon reassured with no shortage of amusement. "Well." Marcus thought out loud. "At least Ravager's kinda hot. She's the Titans leader now, right?" "Oh, no. You're not joining the Titans West. Batman needs you on the Titans East."
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment.
"There's a Titans East?"
| NOTES: |
-Marcus is Russian and can't speak English without the ring.
-Is sixteen years old.
-Has a public identity but no living relatives and very few intimate relationships.
-Atlas is very, very rich.
-Is sixteen years old.
-Has a public identity but no living relatives and very few intimate relationships.
-Atlas is very, very rich.
If I'm a Sittin', I'm a Knittin'
| NAME: |
-Rohan Nott
| ALIAS: |
-The Knitter
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
- Knitting – From stitches to wales, Rohan has mastered the art of knitting. Having learnt the skill at an early age, Rohan can practically knit anything he can think of, given he has enough yarn at hand. Due to his talent at this, he can knit fairly quickly, with a 60” scarf taking around 30-60 seconds to manufacture.
- Enchanted Knitting Needles – Inherited from his grandmother, Rohan has found that he is able to mysteriously control anything that he has knitted using these knitting needles, such as his small knitted animal creations. These knitting needles seem to allow him to knit much faster too, almost as if they have a mind of their own. Some of his knitted creations using these needles involve:
- Rohan mostly uses the needles to create yarn puppets/animals, which he fondly refers to as Knittens. From time to time, he gives them knitting needles for teeth and/or claws.
- Rohan also uses the needles to knit yarn into numerous other creations, such as lassos for combat, or makeshift ladders, etc.
- Knitting Needles – Razor sharp, Rohan makes use of a collection of metallic knitting needles for both knitting and for close quartered combat.
- Yarn - Rohan carries around a small bag full of yarn of all different colours, variety and brands.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Rohan has no superhuman abilities and is essentially a normal human being. While his current costume is fitted with a Nomex body-piece, his arms and head remain unprotected so he is vulnerable from bullets, knives, and the like. He is only just being to work out on a regular basis so isn’t relatively fit at this moment in time, although he’s getting better.
One considerable weakness is that while the enchanted yarn he makes use of won’t snap under intense pressure, it is extremely vulnerable to fire.
One considerable weakness is that while the enchanted yarn he makes use of won’t snap under intense pressure, it is extremely vulnerable to fire.
| SAMPLE POST: |
”What’s wrong, Ro?”
Rohan looked up at his Grammy as she spoke. He had been sat at the kitchen table ever since he had returned home from school. Evident by the way he had been gazing glumly out at the rain outside through the kitchen, as well as the fact that he had been sat in front of a bowl of uneaten cereal for the past half an hour, he was upset.
“I… I took some of my hats in for show and tell.” Rohan replied softly, wiping his face clean of tears. That was when the boy reached down from where he was sat, and pulled a plastic carrier bag onto the table. The bag and its contents were dripping with water, with the brightly coloured hats that Rohan had spent hours knitting now resembling screwed up rags.
“They laughed at me.” Rohan continued, fixing his eyes once more on the rain outside. “They called me gay.”
The sound of the chair screeching against the floor echoed around the dimly lit kitchen as Grammy pulled out the chair to Rohan’s left. Sitting down she let out a long sigh, before placing a beautifully carved wooden box on the table in front of her. At this point, Rohan had returned his attention to his Grammy, with him now staring intently at the wooden box, questionably.
“Rohan, listen love.” Grammy began, her soothing voice seemingly brightening the room as it left her mouth. “Don’t worry about being different. They’re probably just jealous of your talent. Your knitting is beautiful, deary!”
Rohan seemed to blush at the comment, giving his Grammy a warm smile.
“What’s in the box?” He asked, inquisitively.
Grammy chuckled to herself slightly at the question, before reaching down towards the box.
“Something that I was given when I was just around the same age as you!” She explained, opening the lid. “Something that is going to make your art even more beautiful than ever before.
To Rohan’s surprise, the box was relatively empty, save for a pair of elegantly widdled knitting needles.
Rohan looked up at his Grammy as she spoke. He had been sat at the kitchen table ever since he had returned home from school. Evident by the way he had been gazing glumly out at the rain outside through the kitchen, as well as the fact that he had been sat in front of a bowl of uneaten cereal for the past half an hour, he was upset.
“I… I took some of my hats in for show and tell.” Rohan replied softly, wiping his face clean of tears. That was when the boy reached down from where he was sat, and pulled a plastic carrier bag onto the table. The bag and its contents were dripping with water, with the brightly coloured hats that Rohan had spent hours knitting now resembling screwed up rags.
“They laughed at me.” Rohan continued, fixing his eyes once more on the rain outside. “They called me gay.”
The sound of the chair screeching against the floor echoed around the dimly lit kitchen as Grammy pulled out the chair to Rohan’s left. Sitting down she let out a long sigh, before placing a beautifully carved wooden box on the table in front of her. At this point, Rohan had returned his attention to his Grammy, with him now staring intently at the wooden box, questionably.
“Rohan, listen love.” Grammy began, her soothing voice seemingly brightening the room as it left her mouth. “Don’t worry about being different. They’re probably just jealous of your talent. Your knitting is beautiful, deary!”
Rohan seemed to blush at the comment, giving his Grammy a warm smile.
“What’s in the box?” He asked, inquisitively.
Grammy chuckled to herself slightly at the question, before reaching down towards the box.
“Something that I was given when I was just around the same age as you!” She explained, opening the lid. “Something that is going to make your art even more beautiful than ever before.
To Rohan’s surprise, the box was relatively empty, save for a pair of elegantly widdled knitting needles.
| NOTES: |
He’s one of those heroes who tries to constantly make puns related to their personal gimmick, i.e. knitting puns. He also regularly pays visits to homeless shelters, where he donates numerous pieces of knitwear to those who need it.
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Under the hood, but not as serious looking. Or wrinkly. There isn't much youthful martian art,
| NAME: |
T'haam T'lehn or "Tom Talon"
| ALIAS: |
Rakshasa
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
All the powers of a Martian, which, according to DC comics database, are as follows:
Martian Physiology
-Extrasensory Input
-Martian Vision: Martian visual acuity greatly exceed human norms and allows for a wider range of information to be observed. This --includes the following:
- -Infared Vision
- -X-Ray Vision
- -Electro-Magnetic Spectrum Vision
- -Telescopic Vision
- -Microscopic Vision
-Thermal-Blast: This is an effect similar to Kryptonian heat vision.
-Telepathy: Martians have the ability to read the minds of others and project their thoughts to varying degrees. They can also project their mental essences into a gestalt community known as the "Great Mind". Through this, the community can enhance the telepathic strength of other Martians. This power can also enable them to reverse the effects of amnesia or psychological brainwashing.
- -Mind Control: As an extension of this, Martians can also use the ability to alter a psychological profile of a target, enabling them to manipulate, and in some cases, outright control that individual. This practice is greatly discouraged however, and only rarely used.
- -Telekinesis
-Flight
-Malleable Form: Martians have psionic control of their physical for down to the molecular level. This allows them to a form of shape-shifting that allows them to mimic other forms, elongate aspects of their body, increase or decrease their physical size, and so on.
- -Intangibility
- -Invisibility
-Invulnerability
-Regeneration
-Self-Sustenance
-Superhuman Speed
-Superhuman Endurance
-Superhuman Strength
Martian Physiology
-Extrasensory Input
-Martian Vision: Martian visual acuity greatly exceed human norms and allows for a wider range of information to be observed. This --includes the following:
- -Infared Vision
- -X-Ray Vision
- -Electro-Magnetic Spectrum Vision
- -Telescopic Vision
- -Microscopic Vision
-Thermal-Blast: This is an effect similar to Kryptonian heat vision.
-Telepathy: Martians have the ability to read the minds of others and project their thoughts to varying degrees. They can also project their mental essences into a gestalt community known as the "Great Mind". Through this, the community can enhance the telepathic strength of other Martians. This power can also enable them to reverse the effects of amnesia or psychological brainwashing.
- -Mind Control: As an extension of this, Martians can also use the ability to alter a psychological profile of a target, enabling them to manipulate, and in some cases, outright control that individual. This practice is greatly discouraged however, and only rarely used.
- -Telekinesis
-Flight
-Malleable Form: Martians have psionic control of their physical for down to the molecular level. This allows them to a form of shape-shifting that allows them to mimic other forms, elongate aspects of their body, increase or decrease their physical size, and so on.
- -Intangibility
- -Invisibility
-Invulnerability
-Regeneration
-Self-Sustenance
-Superhuman Speed
-Superhuman Endurance
-Superhuman Strength
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Fire. Fire is bad.
-Although not clueless, some earth customs are strange to him.
-Slightly paranoid of being listened in on from martians back home
-His pride in being a martian is equaled by his rage at being looked down on for being a martian
-His ego is fairly easy to crush, however when not deflated is larger than life. He'll overlook his failures and over-value his successes
-Little combat experience
-Although not clueless, some earth customs are strange to him.
-Slightly paranoid of being listened in on from martians back home
-His pride in being a martian is equaled by his rage at being looked down on for being a martian
-His ego is fairly easy to crush, however when not deflated is larger than life. He'll overlook his failures and over-value his successes
-Little combat experience
| SAMPLE POST: |
-"But everyone has to go to high school, you won't get the whole experience if you don't go at LEAST a year!" The girl said, tugging on T'haam's arm. She lead him to the front door of her home, at which she had been harboring the alien. Most times he appeared as the pet ball python the girl kept in her room, and to both her and T'haam's surprise, her parents never questioned the lack of an enclosure for the creature.
"Ugh, fine, but I need a name and a face, being a green kid isn't exactly ideal." The boy's body started contorting and changing between different shades and skin tones before settling on a blonde boy resembling the character Joffrey from Game of Thrones. He didn't choose the form because he thought he'd make friends, in fact the opposite was true. He wasn't there to make friends and Amy was enough for him at the moment. "Now I need a name." He said, stopping before they exited the door, Amy grabbed a set of car keys off the hook near the door.
"How about.. Thomas Talon, or Tom for short? Sounds like your name already and." The girl stopped talking as she turned around. "Really? Joffrey? That's your choice? Nope. Here, try this." She flipped through her phone, typing rapidly and thrusting the screen to his face. On the screen were members of the band One Direction. "Just mash them together, I'm not bringing in Joffrey to his junior year of high school. Now hurry up, we're gonna miss the first bell."
Tom obliged the girl, turning into a mix of the boys presented to him and following her out the door. High school sounded like hell from what Amy said, but also provided her great happiness. Maybe he too could enjoy it as she did. Maybe if he enjoyed it enough he'd be fit to head home after the years spent on earth. Only time would tell. He walked up to the car and hopped into the passenger seat without the need to open the door. He had gotten over his fear of cars and their combustion engines by justifying it with the sheets of metal between him and flames. Although, admittedly he'd rather have flown to the school to avoid this mass of metal, gasoline and other chemicals at all cost.
"Ugh, fine, but I need a name and a face, being a green kid isn't exactly ideal." The boy's body started contorting and changing between different shades and skin tones before settling on a blonde boy resembling the character Joffrey from Game of Thrones. He didn't choose the form because he thought he'd make friends, in fact the opposite was true. He wasn't there to make friends and Amy was enough for him at the moment. "Now I need a name." He said, stopping before they exited the door, Amy grabbed a set of car keys off the hook near the door.
"How about.. Thomas Talon, or Tom for short? Sounds like your name already and." The girl stopped talking as she turned around. "Really? Joffrey? That's your choice? Nope. Here, try this." She flipped through her phone, typing rapidly and thrusting the screen to his face. On the screen were members of the band One Direction. "Just mash them together, I'm not bringing in Joffrey to his junior year of high school. Now hurry up, we're gonna miss the first bell."
Tom obliged the girl, turning into a mix of the boys presented to him and following her out the door. High school sounded like hell from what Amy said, but also provided her great happiness. Maybe he too could enjoy it as she did. Maybe if he enjoyed it enough he'd be fit to head home after the years spent on earth. Only time would tell. He walked up to the car and hopped into the passenger seat without the need to open the door. He had gotten over his fear of cars and their combustion engines by justifying it with the sheets of metal between him and flames. Although, admittedly he'd rather have flown to the school to avoid this mass of metal, gasoline and other chemicals at all cost.
| NOTES: |
-He's not as socially impaired as aliens like Starfire are, due to being on earth for a few years
-Most of his time spent in his martian/humanoid form
-Most of his time spent in his martian/humanoid form
King Kindred
Member
Seen
4 hrs ago
| NAME: |
Unknown
| ALIAS: |
Query
By A Select Few:
Q
Kid Q
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
- Advanced Hand-to-Hand Combat: Query was secretly trained in martial arts by Vic Sage himself before he passed away. He instructed him in many different styles including Dragon Style Kung Fu. If Query was going to follow in his footsteps he'd have to be able to protect himself and be able to stop a multitude of enemies.
- Acrobatics: He is a proficient acrobat, but not on the same level as a Flying Grayson.
- Disguise: Query is a master of disguise and is capable of coming up with many different personas and unique personalities for them.
- Genius Level Intellect: Just like his former mentor, Query is a genius. He's not on the same level as someone as Luthor, but he's high on the scale.
- Interrogation: Q tends to model himself after his mentor and therefore chose to take on his interrogative style which is one most heroes aren't comfortable with. He's willing to go as far as he can to get information out of them.
- Intimidation: Most criminals tend to confuse him with his mentor and the current Question despite his lack of breasts. This helps him when it comes to intimidation as he gets to work half as hard to scare the information out of people. They think he's insane just like Sage's Question and they just might be right.
- Investigation: Kid Q's investigatory skills are up there with some of the greatest. In fact it was his detective work that helped him discover the Question's identity to begin with.
- Journalism: Query was part of the school newspaper from elementary to early High School. He's always been the type to be an ace reporter going as far as to reveal that the School Board was tainting students with their mystery meats. He kept out the real nefarious plot from the paper. He didn't want to be killed at such a young age.
- Indomitable Will: His will is something that would seem impossible to break. The training he went through with The Question forced it that way. If he was going to get in the work like this he'd need to be able to die for the information that he obtained.
- Expert Hacker: Query is a notorious hacker who hasn't come across a firewall or encryption that he couldn't get through.
- Peak Human Conditioning: Due to his training he's at the peak conditioning for someone his age. His strength, endurance, agility, speed, etc is as high as it could be at the moment. He keeps this up with his training regimen just so he doesn't get caught slipping.
- Calling Card: His calling card seems blank until someone touches it and then a black question mark appears on it.
- Psuedoderm Mask: This is the mask that covers his face. It appears as if he doesn't have a face, but in actuality is just a skin-imitating bandage. It sticks on and comes off by use of a gas that he hides in his belt along with the mask. The gas also alters his natural hair color and his suit.
- Motorcycle: He has a motorcycle that he rides around in sometimes. It's mostly used for solo work.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No matter how awesome Kid Q is he's still a human and a human teenager at that. He's as vulnerable as a regular human is to injuries and disease despite his peak human conditioning.
His mask can also prove to be toxic to him if he ever has open wounds that is covered by the mask.
His mask can also prove to be toxic to him if he ever has open wounds that is covered by the mask.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"It was a dark and dreary night. Much like any night in the cesspool that is Hub City. People always thought that Gotham was the worst place to live. They were wrong. I stood atop a skyscraper overlooking the city below. Crime was rampant and I had to be the one to stop it."
"Are you narrating again?" A voice called from behind. It was feminine and deadly at the same time. You could tell that it came from a beautiful femme fatale. This one had been on the hunt.
"Huntress." Our narrating hero started. "You're in town for the new shipment coming in, aren't you?" He didn't turn to look at her. He didn't need to. He continued to look out at the city.
"You're good, Kid Q. Almost as good as he was." She walked forward and stopped as she got next to him. "You know you don't have to live the life that he did. A life tangled in conspiracy, mystery, and crime. You can still be a kid."
"It's just not that easy. I owe it to him. He saved me when no one else could. I'm joining the new Titans East. Gets my ears closer to the ground. They'll probably need my help as well. Unfortunately I have to leave the city. A hero or another vigilante should step up in my stead." Query stepped onto the edge of the building. "Well, are you coming? We have a shipment with our names on it."
A coy smirk appeared on the Huntress's face before she stepped onto the ledge and pulled out her crossbow. She wrapped her left arm around Query and they were off.
"Are you narrating again?" A voice called from behind. It was feminine and deadly at the same time. You could tell that it came from a beautiful femme fatale. This one had been on the hunt.
"Huntress." Our narrating hero started. "You're in town for the new shipment coming in, aren't you?" He didn't turn to look at her. He didn't need to. He continued to look out at the city.
"You're good, Kid Q. Almost as good as he was." She walked forward and stopped as she got next to him. "You know you don't have to live the life that he did. A life tangled in conspiracy, mystery, and crime. You can still be a kid."
"It's just not that easy. I owe it to him. He saved me when no one else could. I'm joining the new Titans East. Gets my ears closer to the ground. They'll probably need my help as well. Unfortunately I have to leave the city. A hero or another vigilante should step up in my stead." Query stepped onto the edge of the building. "Well, are you coming? We have a shipment with our names on it."
A coy smirk appeared on the Huntress's face before she stepped onto the ledge and pulled out her crossbow. She wrapped her left arm around Query and they were off.
| NOTES: |
-Personally believes that the death of his mentor has something to do with the cases that he's worked on.
-Is Seventeen
-Can be quite sarcastic
-Only takes off his mask for sleeping, eating, cases that require his face, and whenever he has open wounds underneath.
-Has kept his identity a secret
-Is Seventeen
-Can be quite sarcastic
-Only takes off his mask for sleeping, eating, cases that require his face, and whenever he has open wounds underneath.
-Has kept his identity a secret
ReaptheMusic Of a Certain Grim Reaper Aesthetic
Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
| NAME:
Aria Smoll
| ALIAS: |
Bit-Girl
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Equipment
-Enchanted Super Nintendo
-Two plug n' play consoles
-Only one game cartridge so far, Super Mario Bros.
-White cat backpack that holds said consoles with a special 'cubby' area to strap in the console currently in use
Abilities
-Utilage of a games main character's abilities after plugging in the console on the back of her neck
Super Mario Bros.
A high jump that increases in force as she comes down with the power to crush someone easily underfoot. Comes with a false mustache and red cap. Ingesting things in the area that are similar to the game will result in the designated power-up for a short period of time. I.e. Mushrooms to increase her size and thus the force of her jump. There are many exceptions to this rule, one of which being a hammer
Plug n' Play Ms. Pacman
In the area of a battle, there would be a hidden item that requires MUCH looking for that would significantly weaken the power of an enemy, though she's never, eheh... ever found what the item might be... Comes with cute red boots, small red bow in her hair and slightly increased speed... but unfortunately she can't stop walking around no matter how hard she tries. In the case that she is NOT in a battle... it helps her to eat down extraneous quantities of food with no consequence
Plug n' Play Spiderman
Because there is no Spiderman in this DC world. Spider-who? Gives her increased agility, the ability to easily lift objects twice her weight. Comes with red dress with black webbing designs over it and a white whip she is able to use against enemies and to grab onto the oddly plentiful amount of hooks just hanging around to swing her way to safety if necessary
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-The consistent upkeep and preservation of the cartridges
-Having to protect her backpack where the SNES and consoles are stored
-Essentially powerless without the consoles (at this point in time)
-Frequently deals with glitches, and if her care of the consoles aren't kept up there is a risk of her entire self glitching... Plot for later? Why yes, thank you.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY! THE ALL NEW HYPERDRAULIC PLAYBOX IS HERE WITH REMASTERED VERSIONS OF COLLEGE DUTY 4 AND FALLAFEL FANTASY 7!"
Aria could practically feel her eyes sparkling as she stopped her chopsticks halfway to her mouth from her cup-o-noodles. She sat with her legs awkwardly crossed as she sat in front of her old scratched up television in the light of her tiny apartment. The television blared loudly about where and when the Playbox would be in stores and as the pink haired girl stared on, her noodles dropped from her wooden chopsticks back into the cup and caused the broth to slightly splash up and spray just beneath her chin. Aria didn't even bother to take note of this and was frozen in a mix of joy and dread.
Overhead, the light flickered and turned off. Swiftly following, so did the microwave in the kitchen and then television. Even as the darkness settled around the apartment, there was still enough light filtering in from the world outside for her to see the small mountain of bills shoved under the door leading out into the hall of the apartment building she lived in. She set her cup of noodles down and looked up at the light fixture above her in mild annoyance before she got up and dusted herself off. In her loose fitting t-shirt and shorts she walked to the window which looked down on to the street many stories below and pushed her hands to the glass, her eyes dull. Behind her, on the coffee table she had set her cup of noodles down on, a newspaper lay open with various listings circled in red ink. Perhaps she would have better luck today. One of her hands clenched into a fist as she stared at the sidewalk below. Perhaps she would...
She got dressed in a hurry, grabbed her empty white cat backpack and her newspaper before running out the door with a grin on her face. Hey, even if she couldn't land a job, she could still sell the couch!
| NOTES: |
-Bought her SNES from one of those artsy tarot-reading shops that make most of their profit on colorful rocks, and didn't think twice as to why it was there, only that it was super cheap (who would want to buy a SNES from a magic shop?) and that she wanted it as soon as she laid eyes on it.
-The Plug n' Play Consoles were her own before hand, Super Mario Bros. came with the SNES
-No fighting discipline and wants to learn how, but so far all of the senseis or fighting masters she's had has lost patience with her and quit
-After her parents died, it was just her and her older brother for a long time before he disappeared. She's had to take care of herself since then.
-Before his disappearance, He and Aria would play video games all the time on the latest consoles, but as time went on they all had to be sold to support their lifestyle, leaving them console-less.
-Somewhat of a ditz, it's hard for her to keep a job and she's too moral to steal (but is not above borrowing without asking)
-And thus, it's hard for her to scrounge up the money to buy SNES game cartridges. Those things are practically collectors items these days!
-Yes this is a magical girl, Yes, I have no shame
| NAME: |
Radorion Kjærstad
| ALIAS: |
Ash
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
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Nephilim - Radorion is only half human. Laying dormant within his soul is the fiery legacy of the angels above. For his entire life he seemed to have been naturally better at most things compared to children his own age. This angelic heritage has largely been dormant until recently.
Light of the Morning Star - The fire burning in Radorion's soul. This allows him to produce thermal energy and flame with nothing but his will. However, he currently does not have an understanding of it nor control.
Combat Finesse - Radorion's fighting ability branches through several martial arts acquired through his tutelage under the Demon's Fang. He has some affinity for the bow and arrow, but the brunt of his training was concentrated on close-quarters combat and swordplay. His weapons of choice would be his own two hands or a scimitar. Thanks to the time spent with the League, Radorion was imparted with a soft footstep and a ghostly sleight of hand.
Nephilim - Radorion is only half human. Laying dormant within his soul is the fiery legacy of the angels above. For his entire life he seemed to have been naturally better at most things compared to children his own age. This angelic heritage has largely been dormant until recently.
Light of the Morning Star - The fire burning in Radorion's soul. This allows him to produce thermal energy and flame with nothing but his will. However, he currently does not have an understanding of it nor control.
Combat Finesse - Radorion's fighting ability branches through several martial arts acquired through his tutelage under the Demon's Fang. He has some affinity for the bow and arrow, but the brunt of his training was concentrated on close-quarters combat and swordplay. His weapons of choice would be his own two hands or a scimitar. Thanks to the time spent with the League, Radorion was imparted with a soft footstep and a ghostly sleight of hand.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Strength - Higher than that of a human at top physical condition, which has caused him considerable concern. Currently he can lift nearly 2,000 lbs and pull three times that amount.
Speed / Agility - Faster than humanly possible, Radorion can run at a current clip of 50 mph. His agility has been honed through his time with the League of Assassins.
Indomitable Will...Sundered - There was a time where his mind would have seemed to be of diamond. However, Radorion had a monumental breakdown when his latent potential first stirred from it's slumber. The brief awakening burned out the life of not only his kin, but of the young woman he had grown inseparably close to. At that moment something broke inside of Radorion and he has been trying to piece it back together ever since.
Fear of himself - Since his unfortunate brush with his ethereal self, Radorion has been fearful of what may happen to those around him. The smell of the brimstone from that night haunts his mind and holds him back. He is suffering from mild depression as a result of this.
Magic - Radorion has little experience with magic and as such is quite susceptible to such abilities.
Psionics - Before his breakdown, Radorion would have been unfettered by most telepathic prying. In his current state, however, skimming his mind would not be all that difficult. As he heals and steels himself to the changes his undergoing, this will likely change.
Speed / Agility - Faster than humanly possible, Radorion can run at a current clip of 50 mph. His agility has been honed through his time with the League of Assassins.
Indomitable Will...Sundered - There was a time where his mind would have seemed to be of diamond. However, Radorion had a monumental breakdown when his latent potential first stirred from it's slumber. The brief awakening burned out the life of not only his kin, but of the young woman he had grown inseparably close to. At that moment something broke inside of Radorion and he has been trying to piece it back together ever since.
Fear of himself - Since his unfortunate brush with his ethereal self, Radorion has been fearful of what may happen to those around him. The smell of the brimstone from that night haunts his mind and holds him back. He is suffering from mild depression as a result of this.
Magic - Radorion has little experience with magic and as such is quite susceptible to such abilities.
Psionics - Before his breakdown, Radorion would have been unfettered by most telepathic prying. In his current state, however, skimming his mind would not be all that difficult. As he heals and steels himself to the changes his undergoing, this will likely change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"I did not mean to...to..." Radorion lamented after falling to his knees. The rain pattered upon his hood as he punched the ground beneath him with a grunt, cracking the pavement. He gazed upon the cracks as he lifted his shuddering hand away, his face contorted and strained from trying to hold back the tears of sorrow and rage welling within him. Silently he suffered as shadows from the League encircled him.
"Your intent is inconsequential..." A male voice responded. Radorion assumed that it belonged to the leader of this detachment, though he did not recognize the voice. "You will return to the Demon's Fang and be tried, or..." He paused as his right hand grasped his scabbard, thumb pressing forward and unclasping his blade. Radorion could hear the soft sound of steel sliding against steel.
"Please," Radorion growled from beneath his hood. "You'll either kill me here or drag me back to die a slow death by Ra's hand."
"If that is the will of the Demon's Head, then yes."
"...Then I think I'll take my chances." Radorion said softly. "I've already committed something horrible... For me to just roll over and die without repentance would be unforgivable!"
With a flash of his left hand Radorion threw a palm's worth of collected rain into the assassin's eyes. Quickly rising to his feet, he leaped into a spin kick and planted his heel firmly on his foe's sternum. The impact sent the man flying backwards into one of his kinsmen with an echoing thud. The man's sword, cleanly knocked free from his grip in the attack, now landed in Radorion's grasp. A quick swing to his right freed the steel from the water gathering on it's surface.
Katana...not my first choice but it will have to do...
Radorion didn't have another second to fret about his acquired armament. He quickly raised the blade above his head and blocked a downward swing from a second opponent. The swords clanged together twice before setting into a grind. Sparks flew as Radorion altered his footing, turning his right side towards his opponent and lowering his left hand to let the enemy steel slide off. In the same motion he stepped forward and thrust his elbow into the man's face. Bones broke as the man's feet left the concrete and his back took their place. The man writhed in pain on the ground as Radorion's gaze stayed upon him, his mind heavy with doubt and self-loathing.
Lightning flashed across the sky. Radorion stood like a statue as his fallen foe's blade clattered to the ground, followed soon after by the roar of thunder above. Almost impulsively, he tore his hood away from his head.
"Come on!" He suddenly yelled, his voice shaking. "Or are you so afraid of this monster before you!?"
Before anyone could react to his assertion, an emerald arrow lodged itself into the ground between Radorion and his foes...
"Your intent is inconsequential..." A male voice responded. Radorion assumed that it belonged to the leader of this detachment, though he did not recognize the voice. "You will return to the Demon's Fang and be tried, or..." He paused as his right hand grasped his scabbard, thumb pressing forward and unclasping his blade. Radorion could hear the soft sound of steel sliding against steel.
"Please," Radorion growled from beneath his hood. "You'll either kill me here or drag me back to die a slow death by Ra's hand."
"If that is the will of the Demon's Head, then yes."
"...Then I think I'll take my chances." Radorion said softly. "I've already committed something horrible... For me to just roll over and die without repentance would be unforgivable!"
With a flash of his left hand Radorion threw a palm's worth of collected rain into the assassin's eyes. Quickly rising to his feet, he leaped into a spin kick and planted his heel firmly on his foe's sternum. The impact sent the man flying backwards into one of his kinsmen with an echoing thud. The man's sword, cleanly knocked free from his grip in the attack, now landed in Radorion's grasp. A quick swing to his right freed the steel from the water gathering on it's surface.
Katana...not my first choice but it will have to do...
Radorion didn't have another second to fret about his acquired armament. He quickly raised the blade above his head and blocked a downward swing from a second opponent. The swords clanged together twice before setting into a grind. Sparks flew as Radorion altered his footing, turning his right side towards his opponent and lowering his left hand to let the enemy steel slide off. In the same motion he stepped forward and thrust his elbow into the man's face. Bones broke as the man's feet left the concrete and his back took their place. The man writhed in pain on the ground as Radorion's gaze stayed upon him, his mind heavy with doubt and self-loathing.
Lightning flashed across the sky. Radorion stood like a statue as his fallen foe's blade clattered to the ground, followed soon after by the roar of thunder above. Almost impulsively, he tore his hood away from his head.
"Come on!" He suddenly yelled, his voice shaking. "Or are you so afraid of this monster before you!?"
Before anyone could react to his assertion, an emerald arrow lodged itself into the ground between Radorion and his foes...
| NOTES: |
- Radorion is the son of Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen archangel and former Lord of Hell
- Radorion's mother is a member of the League of Assassins and is currently in charge of hunting Radorion down.
- Radorion himself was a member of the League until the incident of his awakening. Since then he has been on the run and only recently has found himself in the company of the Titans. A chance encounter with Oliver Queen set him on his current path and, in time, he hopes to prove his worthiness to the group and rebuild himself. Currently he spends the vast majority of his time trying to come to terms with his new abilities and scouring for any clue that might point towards the answers he is seeking. (How did he develop these abilities and why?)
- His alias, Ash, comes from the burned and ashen cloak he was wearing when he first met the Titans.
- Radorion's mother is a member of the League of Assassins and is currently in charge of hunting Radorion down.
- Radorion himself was a member of the League until the incident of his awakening. Since then he has been on the run and only recently has found himself in the company of the Titans. A chance encounter with Oliver Queen set him on his current path and, in time, he hopes to prove his worthiness to the group and rebuild himself. Currently he spends the vast majority of his time trying to come to terms with his new abilities and scouring for any clue that might point towards the answers he is seeking. (How did he develop these abilities and why?)
- His alias, Ash, comes from the burned and ashen cloak he was wearing when he first met the Titans.
TroidDroid Sweet Space Prince
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
-Harper Anderson-Wallace a.k.a. Fortress
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-Josephine Jules Elliot a.k.a. Arcana
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| NAME: |
-Harper Anderson-Wallace
| ALIAS: |
-Fortress
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
-Force-field Creation/Manipulation: The ability to create and manipulate powerful fields of energy. The force-fields can vary in strength, density, shape, durability, etc. Notably, Fortress keeps up a low-level force field around her body at almost all times without thinking, and keeps it at a higher-level when out in the field.
-Force-field Combat: An adaptation by Fortress to generate and shape force-fields in a way that aids in physical combat, most notably in the shape of a large, round shield which can be used both as a weapon and for defense.
-Enhanced Combat: Possession of high-level hand-to-hand combat skills and excelling in various forms or styles of combat.
-Peak Human Condition: Possessing capabilities at the peak of human conditioning and training. This encompasses strength, reflex, and agility in the case of Fortress.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Lack of Concentration: It takes a good deal of focus to manipulate and control more than one force-field at a time. If broken, Fortress may lose some or all of the force-fields she’s controlling.
-Vulnerability: Fortress is by no means invulnerable. She can be harmed or killed by all of the same forces as a human if not protected by a force-field.
| SAMPLE POST: |
“Sinner! Repent and your soul will be saved by our Lord above!” The woman yelling raised her arms to point at the sky as if to call down the wrath of God herself. Fortress was unimpressed, to be quite honest. Despite the current standoff, this was one of the easier villains she’d faced. One opponent was much easier than, say, six, which is what she was dealing with last week.
“You know, that’s genuinely not the first time I’ve been called that, but considering you’re the one pilfering high-tech equipment, I’d hazard a guess you’re the sinner. Doesn’t it say no stealing in your ten commandments directly from God or something?” Fortress sighed and put her hands on her hips. Really, these religious nut-jobs got weirder every year. Better to end this quickly before she started using whatever that sci-fi movie-esque laser-canon-looking-thing was that she was in the process of trying to steal, though.
She held out her left arm to her side, materializing her shield in her hand. Fortress made a personal bet with herself, betting that she could take out Priestess (or whatever this lady said her name was earlier, truthfully she hadn’t really been listening) with one shot.
Challenge accepted.
Fortress twisted her body slightly, dipping to the left, and taking a moment to evaluate the target. Human, no special weapons or skills that would impede the shot, stationary…easy-peasy. She brought her arm around in a smooth arc, sending her shield projection sailing like a perfectly aimed Frisbee. And perfectly aimed it was, too. It slammed into the woman’s chest, sending her toppling backward, and bounced back into Fortress’s hands with a precision that she hadn’t expected even with her ability to manipulate the shield’s trajectory.
“This deserves a Tim Tebow,” Fortress grinned at her easy victory, dematerializing the shield and dropping to one knee for a moment. She didn’t pray, of course. She didn’t believe in any god, especially an omnipotent and anthropomorphized one.
“A HIGHER POWER WILL JUDGE YOU FOR YOUR INDECENCY!” The woman shrieked, having gotten back up. Now she was wielding the very weapon she had been attempting to steal. Fortress sighed, mildly annoyed that these people never just stayed down.
“Who? J.K. Rowling?” Fortress quipped, lowering her stance and preparing for the fight that was coming…
“You know, that’s genuinely not the first time I’ve been called that, but considering you’re the one pilfering high-tech equipment, I’d hazard a guess you’re the sinner. Doesn’t it say no stealing in your ten commandments directly from God or something?” Fortress sighed and put her hands on her hips. Really, these religious nut-jobs got weirder every year. Better to end this quickly before she started using whatever that sci-fi movie-esque laser-canon-looking-thing was that she was in the process of trying to steal, though.
She held out her left arm to her side, materializing her shield in her hand. Fortress made a personal bet with herself, betting that she could take out Priestess (or whatever this lady said her name was earlier, truthfully she hadn’t really been listening) with one shot.
Challenge accepted.
Fortress twisted her body slightly, dipping to the left, and taking a moment to evaluate the target. Human, no special weapons or skills that would impede the shot, stationary…easy-peasy. She brought her arm around in a smooth arc, sending her shield projection sailing like a perfectly aimed Frisbee. And perfectly aimed it was, too. It slammed into the woman’s chest, sending her toppling backward, and bounced back into Fortress’s hands with a precision that she hadn’t expected even with her ability to manipulate the shield’s trajectory.
“This deserves a Tim Tebow,” Fortress grinned at her easy victory, dematerializing the shield and dropping to one knee for a moment. She didn’t pray, of course. She didn’t believe in any god, especially an omnipotent and anthropomorphized one.
“A HIGHER POWER WILL JUDGE YOU FOR YOUR INDECENCY!” The woman shrieked, having gotten back up. Now she was wielding the very weapon she had been attempting to steal. Fortress sighed, mildly annoyed that these people never just stayed down.
“Who? J.K. Rowling?” Fortress quipped, lowering her stance and preparing for the fight that was coming…
| NOTES: |
-Is sixteen.
-Sarcastic is pretty much her only setting unless the situation is extremely dire.
-Harper is transgender, however she transitioned fairly early on thanks to acceptance by her two mothers.
-She was adopted from foster care in San Francisco by a lesbian couple and moved back east.
-She will in no way quietly tolerate discrimination, and won’t hesitate to floor the perpetrator if they get physical with her when she confronts them.
-Josephine Jules Elliot a.k.a. Arcana
| NAME: |
-Josephine Jules Elliot a.k.a. Jo/Jojo or J.J.
| ALIAS: |
-Arcana
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
-Magic/Mystical Reality Warping: J.J.’s main power consists of a superhuman ability to manipulate magical forces. However strong this power is, it can be degraded by lack of willingness to perform or stress. Having been self-taught, to perform more complex spells generally requires stating what effect she wishes to have in order to properly channel the energy. Things such as flight, telepathy, and kinetic skills that she has used or practiced more no longer required vocalized casting to perform. All of her powers fall into a sub-category of her natural affinity for mystic, magic, and arcane forces. Below are some of her most commonly used skills and spells, most of which have been practiced to the point of no longer needing spoken casting.
-Telepathy: As the earliest presentation of J.J.’s connection to the mystic forces, it is also one of her most controlled powers. She can read thoughts, broadcast or project her own thoughts, control others minds to manipulate their thoughts, actions, senses and emotions, and even go so far as to create illusions.
-Teleportation: Can teleport herself over undetermined distances. She has the ability to open portals to other places, dimensions, or worlds, and can transport other people through these portals. It can sometimes be necessary for her to say the name of the place she wants to travel if in an environment where her ability to concentrate is diminished or she does not want to open a portal.
-Telekinesis: Can levitate, propel, or manipulate objects and matter. One of the few skills that does not necessarily require her to vocalize her intentions.
-Electrokinesis: Can manipulate, generate, and discharge energy as either lightning or electricity from her hands.
-Concussive Force Blast: She can manipulate mystical energy to generate blasts, beams, bolts, and waves of energy.
-Flight: J.J. can propel herself in flight without vocalized spells. With vocalization, she can temporarily allow others to fly in her presence.
-Healing: She can quickly heal others through vocalized spell. However, the effectiveness is greatly affected by her willingness to do it. For example, if she were trying to heal an enemy, the effectiveness of the process would be extremely diminished and likely take longer than if she were trying to heal someone she had a genuinely empathetic desire to heal.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Power Overload: Although able to tap into mystic energy, there is a limit to how much she can use. Extended use of large amounts of magic overload her. She's never tested her limits past using up so much she fainted for a minute. She thinks it's possible to expand the amount of magic she can tap into, but she's hesitant to push her boundaries for fear she might end up worse than passed out.
-Stress: When trying to perform under duress, her spells may not work at all or they may not prove very effective. If she can concentrate well enough and only focus on what she’s doing, blocking out the external stress, she may be able to work through it slowly.
-Lack Of Willingness: Especially when healing someone, if she doesn’t feel willing to perform the spell, it will be much less effective, work more slowly, or not work at all.
-Lack of Concentration: Without being able to concentrate, especially under intense stress or in a loud environment, he spells will not work.
-Loud Environments: Going hand in hand with stress and lack of willingness to perform a spell, if she can’t hear herself vocalizing her spell, it won’t work at all.
-Vulnerability: J.J. is susceptible to any force that could harm or kill a human. She is not trained to peak human conditioning or skill, either. She is as vulnerable as the average human without her magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Becoming a hero, in my experience, is rarely a decision made lightly without provocation. If you had told me a year ago I would be saving women from muggers, stopping jewelry store thieves, and putting a stop to power-mad sorcerers on the regular, I probably would have laughed in your face and told you to leave the creative storytelling to my father, the novelist. Of course, here I am, costume and all, trying to save the world from falling into chaos. That’s what I’m to now, but what about almost year ago when my defining moment happened?
10 months ago…
“Mom, it’s a dance, not senior prom!” I whined as I was unwillingly dragged into the third jewelry store we’d been to that day.
“It’s Winter Formal, Jojo, and you don’t have a single thing to wear. What happened to wanting to impress Daniel Peters?” My mother smiled warmly. I knew she just wanted to help, and of course I would be thankful the night of the formal when I looked like a million dollars because of her fashion guidance. It’s not that I had no sense of style, I did (still do), but I hated to shop. Jewelry was always last – find a dress first, then shoes, then jewelry to match.
Mom was getting one of the ladies to pull a delicate gold lavalier necklace and earring set when a guy, the guy, came in with a mask. Jewelry store robberies are a dime a dozen on TV, but I never expected for my mother to be held at gun point for trying to help an elderly woman who fainted from shock.
We were all supposed to be sitting on the floor just keeping quiet as he yelled at one of the clerks to load the bag with all the money from the register and the jewels from the cases – stereotypical, I know, but they have to originate from somewhere. The elderly woman was lying on the floor, presumably with her son who was trying his best to roust her with no success. Mom whispered to me, “say put,” and crawled across the floor to try and help him.
He noticed her, though, and immediately pointed the gun at her, “Lady! What did I tell you? Stop moving!”
“She needs help,” my mother insisted, looking defiant. She wasn’t a doctor – that would be too convenient – but she always seemed to know what to do. Maybe it was from all those books she read, I don’t know. She kept moving, determined to help those people because that’s what my mom did. She helped people however she could.
He stalked across the room toward her. I can still hear the way the gunshot rang out, bouncing off the walls and boring into me so I would never forget the way her body crumpled to the floor limply. There was something sadistic in the way he smiled, like he was pleased he had gotten to kill someone, like that’s what he’d been hoping for.
“Mom!” I yelped, my voice coming out squeaky and broken. He turned on me, marching right up and poking the gun at my forehead. I think he was just looking for a reason to kill someone else.
“You got a death-wish, twerp? Keep your trap shut or you’ll end up just like mommy,” he growled. There was an edge to his voice I couldn’t quite recognize, like he was pleased but he was taunting someone to ruin it so he could justify another murder. I wasn’t looking at him, but I bet he was smiling still. I had my eyes squeezed shut, clutching my hands together and trying not to cry.
“I didn't do anything… Please go away, please leave me alone,” my voice was a shaking, barely audible whisper.
“What’s that, pumpkin? Speak up for me,” he emphasized his words, pushing the barrel against my skull with each word.
“Leave me alone. I said l-leave me alone, I didn’t d-do anyhth-thing. Leavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealone…” I whimpered just slightly louder, and that’s when it happened – the thing that changed everything. There was a bright light, a string of curses and then silence except for the soft crying of the other hostages.
He was gone. Just like that.
That’s the first time I ever tapped into anything mystical, but the situation was just the right thing to jump-start that latent affinity. To this day, I don’t know what happened to him, just that I teleported him somewhere else. Losing my mother to a man that could have been stopped, that I had the power to stop if only I had known, that was my defining moment. Maybe I’m trying to make up for not being able to stop what happened, but I don’t think that’s all there is to it. I became a hero because not everyone is like me, and no one deserves to lose their mother like that. No one.
10 months ago…
“Mom, it’s a dance, not senior prom!” I whined as I was unwillingly dragged into the third jewelry store we’d been to that day.
“It’s Winter Formal, Jojo, and you don’t have a single thing to wear. What happened to wanting to impress Daniel Peters?” My mother smiled warmly. I knew she just wanted to help, and of course I would be thankful the night of the formal when I looked like a million dollars because of her fashion guidance. It’s not that I had no sense of style, I did (still do), but I hated to shop. Jewelry was always last – find a dress first, then shoes, then jewelry to match.
Mom was getting one of the ladies to pull a delicate gold lavalier necklace and earring set when a guy, the guy, came in with a mask. Jewelry store robberies are a dime a dozen on TV, but I never expected for my mother to be held at gun point for trying to help an elderly woman who fainted from shock.
We were all supposed to be sitting on the floor just keeping quiet as he yelled at one of the clerks to load the bag with all the money from the register and the jewels from the cases – stereotypical, I know, but they have to originate from somewhere. The elderly woman was lying on the floor, presumably with her son who was trying his best to roust her with no success. Mom whispered to me, “say put,” and crawled across the floor to try and help him.
He noticed her, though, and immediately pointed the gun at her, “Lady! What did I tell you? Stop moving!”
“She needs help,” my mother insisted, looking defiant. She wasn’t a doctor – that would be too convenient – but she always seemed to know what to do. Maybe it was from all those books she read, I don’t know. She kept moving, determined to help those people because that’s what my mom did. She helped people however she could.
He stalked across the room toward her. I can still hear the way the gunshot rang out, bouncing off the walls and boring into me so I would never forget the way her body crumpled to the floor limply. There was something sadistic in the way he smiled, like he was pleased he had gotten to kill someone, like that’s what he’d been hoping for.
“Mom!” I yelped, my voice coming out squeaky and broken. He turned on me, marching right up and poking the gun at my forehead. I think he was just looking for a reason to kill someone else.
“You got a death-wish, twerp? Keep your trap shut or you’ll end up just like mommy,” he growled. There was an edge to his voice I couldn’t quite recognize, like he was pleased but he was taunting someone to ruin it so he could justify another murder. I wasn’t looking at him, but I bet he was smiling still. I had my eyes squeezed shut, clutching my hands together and trying not to cry.
“I didn't do anything… Please go away, please leave me alone,” my voice was a shaking, barely audible whisper.
“What’s that, pumpkin? Speak up for me,” he emphasized his words, pushing the barrel against my skull with each word.
“Leave me alone. I said l-leave me alone, I didn’t d-do anyhth-thing. Leavemealoneleavemealoneleavemealone…” I whimpered just slightly louder, and that’s when it happened – the thing that changed everything. There was a bright light, a string of curses and then silence except for the soft crying of the other hostages.
He was gone. Just like that.
That’s the first time I ever tapped into anything mystical, but the situation was just the right thing to jump-start that latent affinity. To this day, I don’t know what happened to him, just that I teleported him somewhere else. Losing my mother to a man that could have been stopped, that I had the power to stop if only I had known, that was my defining moment. Maybe I’m trying to make up for not being able to stop what happened, but I don’t think that’s all there is to it. I became a hero because not everyone is like me, and no one deserves to lose their mother like that. No one.
| NOTES: |
-Is fifteen.
-Although she can be competitive, J.J. is a very quiet and gentle soul, and she lacks a lot of confidence in her power over mystic forces despite proving over and over that she is incredibly strong.
-Her father is a science-fiction novelist and professor of creative writing at a state university, her mother is part of the historical studies and anthropology departments studying human religion and the influence of ancient mystic arts on religion.
-She was named by her father after Josephine Jones, the third companion in the classic Doctor Who series, and famous sci-fi author, Jules Verne.
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