Secret ID: Hector Delacruz

Alias: (The Infamous) El Sasquatcho

Age: 19

Home Location: Gotham

Powers: Heightened Strength, Heightened Durability, Probability Manipulation



Weaknesses: Honorbound - Luchador code demands certain actions and limitations from him, described below.

Equipment: Naught but his rippling biceps and spandexed thighs of justice.

Appearance: El Sasquatcho is a masked Luchador. He is tall, broad, and overly possessed of very masculine body hair, hence his superhero identity. Now prior to his affiliation with the Titans, he is garbed in big black boots, rough carpenter’s jeans, and a closefitting t-shirt (usually black, sometimes a band shirt). Cooler days see him in a leather composite leather jacket. When heroing, he wears his one quality possession: A custom Lucha mask, brown and black, with intricate styling that makes it resemble a dark colored sugar skull. The mask does not impede his ability to breathe nor perceive the world around him, and is like a second skin.

Personality: Hector is a well-meaning, decent kid, whose unfortunate downfall is his arrogance. Raw physical strength (superior to an unmodified human) coupled with his uncanny luck (subconscious probability manipulation) have made him somewhat reckless and overconfident. Hopefully his new mentor can beat some common sense and humility into him.

The relationship Hector has with his persona as is a little complicated. He thinks of himself more as El Sasquatcho than Hector Delacruz, considering his legal name and legal life the half that he only pretends to be when necessary. He respects his family name, giving honor to his ancestors, but does not speak of them much. He is El Sasquatcho, Blood of El Santo, which he will discuss with any who will listen at great length.

Password: Titan

BRIEF Bio: Originally part of a touring Lucha Libre troupe, El Sasquatcho grew up steeped in the culture and traveling lifestyle. This life ended years ago during a tour in Gotham, when an unaffiliated masked Luchador interrupted the performance, he and his group killing many. A young teenager at the time, the shock of the events caused his abilities to express, narrowly allowing his survival. As his entire family was dead or missing, Hector was placed into Gotham City foster care services.

He was a B student in the Gotham public school system, but was unable to finalize his Luchador training proper. What he had learned so far, however, brought him a long way with the wrestling and gymnastics teams, where he quickly became the star performer for both groups. He even had a dalliance as one of the Gotham High Mascots for home games. Go Wildcats.

While trying to keep his skills sharp and his grades up, he never lost his original goal. Hector remains watchful for an opportunity to avenge the deaths of his family and fellow Luchadores. As soon as he became a legal adult, he adopted his persona and became a vigilante, hoping one day to run into the masked stranger that destroyed his world. He has a challenge to issue.

This city was one of the darkest Bolin had ever seen. He wondered, sometimes, what brought the filth and scum of the villain underworld here. Why was this place a shining beacon to those who wanted to see the world burn? Maybe it was the same idea behind New York City; if a villain could make it here, they could make it anywhere .

Bolin was usually busy making sure they never made it.

Tonight was no different. He had chosen to patrol the east side of the city, near the docks. Shit was always going down here. Just the other week he busted up a group of traffickers here, and drug smugglers the week before that. But tonight, however, seemed pretty quiet. Knock on wood.

Secret ID: Ram Gurvich
Alias: Judgement
Age: 18
Home Location: Gotham City
Powers: Ram gains his powers from a well of divine energy that resides within him, which grants him several abilities. He has the strength of 9 Olympic strong men and the speed of 9 professional athletes. His body has angel wings, which grant him the power of high-speed flight and excellent aerial agility. His senses are several times stronger than a normal human and he possesses a reaction time that allows him to knock bullets out of the air with his mace, from minor firearms such as pistols and shotguns. His divine energy allows him to sense evil and sin in a mile radius. Ram can also channel the energy into his mace to make extremely hot to those who have sinned. Finally Ram has a slow healing factor that will heal non-mortal wounds after a few hours of rest and the energy that is within him gives him higher resistance to black magic and psychic attacks.

Weaknesses: Silver is almost like kryptonite to him and it will slowly rob him of his strength. His strength has a harder time withstanding hits from pure iron compared to other metals besides silver.
Equipment: His main weapon is a mace that is made of indestructible holy steel and is able to harm demons and other evil beings. He wears leather armor with metal to over him protection from enemy attacks.
Appearance: Ram is six feet tall and has brown skin, which hints at having African heritage. When in costume he has large angel wings that sprout out of his back. He is very well built for his age and has the muscle of someone who could take on a professional boxer.


Personality: Ram is a very religious young man and has a lot of anger in his heart thanks to his tragic childhood. He doesn't like Muslims and Americans who refuse to see the atrocities that have been done against Christians and Jews in the Middle East. Being an immigrant from Israel growing up in the working class neighborhoods of Gotham, Ram learned to be act tough and not let others see his weakness. He has a strong sense of vengeance and justice that he believes should be dealt out to all who sin.

When he received his powers, Ram saw this as a sign from God that he was tasked to bring about proper justice to those who had committed terrible sin against others. Politically he is very authoritarian and supports the establishment if they are doing what is righteous and ridding places like Gotham of sin and crime, but his main authority is that of God. Because of his views he hates left wing politics and those willing to let sin and evil persist in this world.
Password: Titan

BRIEF Bio: Ram was born to a catholic family in Jerusalem Israel and life was always tough thanks to Islamic extremists and their terrorist attacks against Christians and Jews. He had witnessed people getting beaten to death on both sides and shootings, which had a bad effect on his psyche and made him feel contempt for the senseless violence. As a little boy he wished that he could find some way to end the violence and bring peace to his nation.

His world would completely change when a bomb attack against a school happened and his mother and young sister were killed in the explosion. Ram had survived thanks to him being in the bathroom before the bomb went off, but his mother and sister weren't as lucky. It was like a horrible nightmare and he screamed in anguish and fury at their death. All Ram remember after that was anger and hate filling his heart. He wanted to have vengeance against the bastards who took his mother and sister from him.

After this horrible tragedy, his father decided to have them immigrate from the country and move to Gotham city in America. Ram didn't want to move away and wanted to stay and fight back, but his father refused. Once in Gotham he felt out of place in the bustling American city and longed to be back home in Israel. But his life would once again have a changing event when he was approached by the Specter the spirit of vengeance with an offer to have a taste of God's wrathful power and see sinners punished. Ram even though he was afraid of the entity accepted the offer and felt great divine power surge within him.

With his new powers Ram took the name Judgement and became a vengeful vigilante with a goal to purify the streets of Gotham and then the rest of the world.

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Ram held his mace in hand with a tight grip as he proceeded to crush a man's weapon hand for the purpose of disarming him. The criminal gave a scream of pain as Judgement then elbowed the guy to the ground with a strong hit. This was the first thug he had taken down, who was in the gang that he was trying to stop from distributing their drugs, which plagued the Gotham community. Why were these sinners so willing to partake in such destructive lifestyles? It would have to be men of God such as himself to show them the right path, and it would be a painful lesson.

He knew that they would have heard their companion's cries of pain from his attack, so he would have to stick to the shadows and try to be stealthy. His experience in vigilantism was poor and this was only his second outing as the new hero Judgement, but he would still try to do what he believed was best for all. As he heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards the storage area for the gang's drug plant Ram quickly shot up onto the tall boxes thanks to his wings and made sure to keep low and not expose his position.

Soon three drug dealers came into the large room and had flashlights turned on to look for the source of the scream in the dimly lit area. The light from them soon fell about the unconscious body of the criminal he had taken down. They gave shout, "Shit! We've got company!"

"Do you think it's the Bat?" another thug asked nervously.

"It ain't him, we'd be capture by now, we're either being messed with by a police officer or a newbie hero" a guy who sounded like the leader replied. Ram decided to wait until they were close to try and take them out since they all seemed to have guns. Ram slammed into the first guy with a heavy hit and then clubbed another with his mace. He moved quickly to avoid being shot, but one of the bullets clipped him on the shoulder and felt a bad stinging pain.

This made him angry and using his agility he was able to painfully take out the others in his assault. He was bleed and injured from gunfire, it was time for him to get out of there since he could hear the sirens of the police coming. He weakly flapped his wings and rose into the air as the authorities came and unsteadily flew away. He had won the fight, but he had injured himself in the process and now he would have to rest and let his healing factor slowly repair the damage done to him.

"Please lord, give me the strength to exact proper judgement on sinners" he said to himself as he headed home. If his wounds weren't healed after a long rest then he would have a lot of explaining to do to his father.

It was a normal enough day as Archer walked home from school. Huh, school. Not too long ago, his grades would have been the most important thing in his world. Not anymore, though, not by a long shot. His world completely changed on the day he got his powers. Now things like school felt completely pointless, but even so he had to keep up appearances, so he continued going. His grades took a hit, though, his new-found night life offered very little in the way of free time that, previously, would have been used for homework and the like. Still, he at least managed to maintain a passing grade so he wouldn't flunk.

As he walked, he heard sounds coming from an upcoming alleyway. It sounded like shouting of some sort. Archer ran ahead, stopping to press himself against the building corner. He peeked around and saw a man standing behind another man, appearing to gesture at him while the other had his hands up. A mugging if Archer ever saw one. In Gotham City such a thing was sadly very common. But not today, that mugger picked the wrong alley on the wrong day to commit this crime. Archer ducked into a crawlspace behind a dumpster. There, he removed the top layer of his clothes, revealing a black suit underneath. He'd taken to wearing it under his normal clothes whenever he could, so changing personas was quick and easy affair most of the time. He retrieved his belt and mask from his backpack, put them on, then made his presence known. Well, not after throwing a baseball made of ice at the mugger's hand, knocking the pistol from his grip.

"Wrong alley, wrong day, pal." said Archer as he leaped from his hiding spot and landed an ice-covered punch across the mugger's jaw. At that point it became as easy as trapping the man's hands and feet against the pavement with ice while his intended victim ran away shouting a thanks to Zero, the costumed meta that just saved him, "Guess I'm done here. Why don't you just chill out here a while until the cops show up?" he said before walking away. Oh yeah, he knew his little pun was a terrible one, but hey, at least it was one of the bad guys that had to suffer through it this time.

Vesta dodged under the knife of her attacker. Attacker was a generous way to put it, he hadn't landed a hit on her yet. She dodged left of one swipe and right of another, unhooking her lasso and unfurling it in one flick of her wrist. She jumped back as the attacker sent a jab towards her before swinging her arm back and sending the lasso forward in one fell swoop. The lasso affixed itself around the thugs wrist, and with one tug he was sent tumbling into the wall.

Vesta flew through the air with the grace of an eagle. Swooping between buildings and under cranes as if she were born of bird herself. She looked down to the terrified criminal she held in her sturdy grip. Her mind drifted back to hearing what various other superheroes had said on the news. They usually said something dramatic and heroic to the criminal in a time like this and Vesta would be damned if she couldn't think of something cool and inspirational to say.
"Young Lady that is no way to act" She said, an obvious lack of inspiration or any semblance of cool. She saw the assailant turn their head to her with a puzzled look growing on their face.
"Young Lady?" They spoke "I'm a man!" He screamed, visibly distressed and insecure about his appearance. Vesta furrowed her brow in confusion before the confusion turned to embarrassment and her cheeks grew red.
"But you have long hair?" She said, visibly confused. The thug, equally confused asked
"So?" In a seemingly calm voice for the current situation. Vesta didn't answer, she just looked forward and left the man to stew in his own anxiety. This was the second time this week that she'd mistaken a man for a woman, and it was only Wednesday. She made haste to reach the police station and drop off the criminal before things got even more awkward.

Vesta returned to her small apartment late that night. She was surprised to find a letter left on her bed. She opened the letter with intrigue and was confused to find a meeting place written on the paper. She debated going, but ultimately decided there was little point in not going and made a mental note of the date of said meeting.

Password: Titan

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Speedster Physiology Kid Flash possesses a enhanced physiology suited for immense speeds. Her cardiovascular and respiratory system, are many times more efficient than that of a normal human being. Her brain's processing speed is also much higher than the average person (see below).

Kid Flash's physiology has also adapted in the following ways:

• Accelerated Metabolism Kid Flash has an accelerated metabolism, rendering her resistant to weight gain, illness, injury, and accelerating her healing speed.
• Accelerated Perception She can perceive everything at accelerated rate. Currently this allows her to see normally while traveling at faster than normal speeds.
• Enhanced Stamina Kid Flash's body is highly resistant to the build-up of fatigue toxins in her blood, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person.

Superhuman Speed At present, the Fastest Girl Alive can reach a top speed of 200mph (321.8 km/h).

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• Accelerated Metabolism She needs to ingest more food/calories than the average girl her age. Also, having an accelerating healing speed isn't always a good thing.
• Superhuman Speed Slippery and extremely sticky surfaces can prove difficult for Kid Flash to run over. (This is a weakness she could possibly overcome in the future.)
• Magic and Psionics Samara is just as susceptible to magical and psionic attacks as the average human.

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[this shouldn't be a problem as none of us are really trained or have more than a few weeks experience]

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