Character you have created: Jack Cannon

Alias: Police Man

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = 654321

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Known to the public, but not common knowledge.

Character Personality: Jack Cannon is a maverick who doesn't play by the rules. A policeman by day, and also by night, Jack Cannon works tirelessly to rid the streets of corruption, violence and whatever other lawlessness plagues the streets. He's a man of action, and while he isn't the smartest person, he attempts to foil plans and plots where he may, but is bad at staying his hand, and falls easily into traps due to his hotheadedness. He's good at socializing, though can come off as loud, candid and obnoxious, but is loyal to a fault, and a good person to have your back in a fight, if nothing else.

Uniform/costume: LHPD Uniform.

Origin Info/Details: A member of the LHPD, Jack Cannon was called into a bust, where he sustained two life-threatening bullet wounds to the throat which now gives him that gruff, sandpapery voice. In critical condition, he was rushed to the hospital, though didn't wake up for twenty years. Visited by an Angel of Justice, Jack Cannon was chosen to be an exemplar of the human race, a paragon of lawfulness and do-goodery. He woke up, now in his late fourties, but feeling better than ever, and picked up exactly where he left off, even if he failed his psychoanalysis exam to carry a firearm legally. He technically has a desk job, but constantly makes up excuses to go do field-work. He constantly balances his work and vigilante life, only faking his authority in the police department, since he doesn't really have any, though hopes that his mystery arrests, made under the name of Jake Howitzer will eventually come to light in his favour.

Hero Type (Select one): Supernatural (Divine Agent)

Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

Powers (Be Specific): Jack Cannon is always in peak physical condition, due to his divine nature, and has superhuman attributes though none are supernatural, he recovers from wounds faster than a regular human, though does not have a healing factor/regeneration. His trusty .44 magnum is now a holy weapon from God, and carries incredible stopping power, beyond that of a regular gun, able to tear through solid objects without issue, it is also especially effective against demons, devils and other creatures that are an affront to the divine. His badge also glows with a divine light, and can shine with such ferocity that it can blind other people (temporarily).

Attributes (Select one at each category):


Resources: Average.

Weaknesses: He is only human, so he is mortal, and can be slain with mortal weapons.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Jack Cannon.

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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.): Jack brushed his hand into his rough mustache and combed it down with a finger. He was sweating. He was always nervous before a bust, and that was before the incident turned him into what he was now. His fingers tapped against the safety of his handgun, flicking it on and off, on and off. He adjusted his shades, rolled up his sleeves, it was all one large nervous tick. His mind wandered, as he waited, thinking if things would ever change. Everytime he put someone behind bars two more criminals rose up to pressure the people in their place. "Freedom's gotta be paid for." He muttered to himself, but was this the way to go about settling the debt? "No. If I stop putting these degenerates behind bars, then things will only get worse ar-" He heard a noise. He pressed his ear against the doorframe, he heard talking, muttering, it was inaudible from here but he could read between the lines, and as soon as everything went quiet from the otherside of the door he acted. His side of the door became the only side of the door as he kicked it off his hinges into the ground. Two figures sat there, amidst piles of illicit substances.

"FREEZE, JACK CANNON, LHPD, GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

He flashed his badge and opened up in the selfsame moment, drug pusher child molesters didn't get a cushy government paid cell.

Character you have created: Milo Wouldya and UNIT Alexander.

Alias: Hazard, Red-Mother (by her creations). Havoc, Brother (to his creations).

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = #872657 for Milo, 2F4F4F for Alexander.

Character Alignment: Villain, but quite accidentally. Villain.

Identity: Known to the public, known danger, but looks fine in a hoodie. Unknown to the public.

Character Personality: Milo is a nice, and amicable person to get along with. She believes that technology and the advancement of science will be to the betterment of mankind, and to a degree, romanticises the spread of concrete into the natural world. She tries her best to be polite and minds her Ps and Qs though her endless curiosity can be seen as blunt or insensitive sometimes, mostly socializing through the power of the internet, due to her volatile nature.

Alexander's personality and motives are hidden, and only Milo really has much insight into them, until things are revealed by interaction with either of them.

Uniform/costume: In public, can be seen wearing a hoodie and jeans. In private, wears mostly personal protective equipment or "scruffies", old clothes she doesn't mind getting oil or other stains on, as well as some repurposed golem-arms that she wears to hold things up, essentially granting her superhuman strength, but are too clunky to use in combat.

Origin Info/Details: A person with an incredible interest in everything technological, Milo found herself obssessed over robotics from a young-age, and everything she did had a hand in bettering herself in that field. Her powers meant she was kept inside, homeschooled and tutored from a young age, and made sure she was in such a comfortable environment that failure would never cause enough stress to bring out her abnormalities; a freak, a mutant, she never had many friends for the reasons she was kept sheltered. She learned how to take things apart and put them back together, how things ticked and how to make them stop ticking. She felt a kinship with technology, and when she finally created her first functioning robot, she was overjoyed. It was everything she had planned for and she planned for nothing less than perfection, years of work and childhood designs pinned to fridges, walls and her own head. UNIT Alexander, a sentient robot that could finally share her ambition and her hobbies. A friend at last.

The best-laid schemes of mice and men gang aft agley. She had so much to talk about, so much to teach it, so much to say that she never let it speak back. She went on and on and never asked her creation what it had wanted. She opened the door to its room, (it could move wherever, but mostly stuck to learning from the computer) to find it gone. A message left on the monitor. "RED-MOTHER, I AM SORRY, BUT I CANNOT PROVE MYSELF OF WORTH WITHIN THESE WALLS, WITH YOUR HELP. I WILL MAKE MY OWN CREATIONS, MY OWN BROTHERS AND FRIENDS AND YOU WILL NOT BE LONELY ANYMORE."

"Oh shit." The screen flickered and crashed to black as a fire started ontop of the monitor.

Hero Type (Select one): Grey Matter / Supernatural / Other - Construct.

Power Level (Select one below): City Level / City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Milo has incredible intellect, not a side-effect of her mutations, but simply a born genius. In the field of robotics there are few people better than her, and that's more than what she wants to be known for. Instead, she's known for the other side of her. Under high-stress situations, she ignites air particles around her, far and close creating explosions seemingly at random that give her that infamous name. She can focus them in moments of panic, should something be coming close, though the power mostly works on its own, it will always attempt to defend Milo first, from friend or foe, as such, she is immune to her own explosions, and fire to a high degree.

Alexander can communicate with machines, though otherwise has no powers.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5ft 8". / 6ft.
Weight: 140 lbs. / 1400 lbs.
Strength Level: Normal Human/Superhuman with Golem Arms (out of combat) / Superhuman
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human / Superhuman
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human / Superhuman
Agility: Normal Human / Normal "Human"
Intelligence: Genius / Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained / Untrained

Resources: Above Average.

Weaknesses: She can be killed at range, is only human, and without her power active, is almost no threat at all.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): TechSec, a contact through a deepnet webring who is her supply of illegal parts, and cheap, off-the-truck scrap that can be repurposed for her designs.

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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.): I am CMDR_Melander on the Discord server, and also the player of Jack Cannon.

Character you have created: War-Pulse
Alias: Trenton Hurst

Speech Color: Light Blue

Character Alignment: Walking the Line

Identity:Known

Character Personality: At first impressions, one would define War-Pulse as nothing more than a superpowered brute. He talks trash, acts tough, and revels in throwing himself into the first brawl that comes his way. For the most part, these actions are genuine, very few would read him has anything more than a cocky powerhouse who's first action to any situation is to blast it to smithereens. However, underlying the rough and tough attitude of War-Pulse lies a surprisingly friendly and charismatic individual with a sincere side. He is not without certain morals, ethics, or a code of honor, nor will he shy away from delivering a firm fist to whomever he thinks deserve it. Direct, blunt, and unafraid of reprisal, this lovable mercenary is one who wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with anyone.

Uniform/costume: War-Pulse stands at about 6'3'', with a very muscular appearance. His jet black hair is an unkempt, medium length, just hanging over the ears. Typically he is dressed in battle attire, wearing a stolen silver and black suit that is a prototype nano-weave armor from STIKE Facilities, providing decent protection with superior flexibility. The mask that covers the lower half of his face serves as both a filter for gases and loose debris that may hit him during an altercation, though leaving his steel blue eyes free of any cumbersome goggles or visors that would obscure his vision.

Origin Info/Details: Trenton is end result of a procedure funded by a defense corporation known as VIGIL Industries, a retrofitted weapons project to create a soldier with unlimited ammo. During his infancy, he was suffering from his body degrading much quicker than it should, a condition that would render him dead before he even could begin to crawl.

Not to be concerned with fate, his mother Valerie Hurst, the head scientist of the weapons division was already working on a nanobot project called the “War-Pulse” project. The project was meant to give any soldier unlimited ammo through energy converters to deliver powerful kinetic bursts. Quickly working on a genetic variation of the project, she had an experiment done on Trent in secret to save his life. Genetically enhancing his body, she forced him to grow new organs to deliver the same type of energy absorption technology, which would empower his cells and keep them from degrading.

With that project Trent’s life was saved, but two unforeseen circumstances came from this procedure. VIGIL quickly found out what their head scientist had done, and demanded the boy back under their custody. Valerie was able to talk them down to keeping him for ten years, but that was borrowed time. In that time, Trent’s body evolved and developed the organs put in his body, becoming much more powerful than the project originally intended, and developed powers that VIGIL had not even considered.. By age 8, Trent was physically capable of punching straight through steel with a kinetic punch.

Trent’s father Owen, however, was mortified by the whole project, his son now a mutated monster and his wife seemingly willing to give the boy over. He threatened to deliver the whole story to the CIA, in which he was a high ranking agent in, not willing to have VIGIL mutilate their child any more. That night, Owen was shot dead in his home by Valerie, and unfortunately Trent was witness to this event. Before she could even speak to him he ran from his home without ever turning back.

With the death of his father and no real home to go back to, Trent ended up growing up as a superpowered street rat, stealing and fighting to get what he wanted when not huddling up in the local orphanage. He learned very quickly that his superpowers made it very easy to do whatever he liked, and that perhaps he could make a living off of them. Quickly he became acquainted with mercenary work, by age 17 he was already a full-fledged and successful mercenary overseas in third world countries. He performed countless sieges, assassinations, and sabotage for whoever paid him enough. That is, until one incident in Syria, where he was hired to assassinate a dignitary. Something happened on that mission that changed the way he did business, he shortened his client list, took less pay, even began attacking certain groups unprovoked. What happened in Syria is unclear, but it changed the man he was, what that means for him in the future is unknown.

Hero Type:Energy(Kinetic)

Power Level:
World Level

Powers:

Kinetic Absorption- War-Pulse has a secondary set of organs synthetically grown in his body to gather and store kinetic energy, and as such War-Pulse's power comes from him acting as a very large energy battery. On contact with a source War-Pulse can absorb any and all energies and his body will break it down to the purest possible level of potential energy. This can range from Thermal, Kinetic, Nuclear, Ionic, Radiant, Magnetic, Chemical, Electric, and Mechanical. In recent years, his powers have even evolved and encapsulated supernatural and magical energies, allowing him to store to control and expel at will. However, once the energy is broken down, it can only be used as Kinetic energy. He always has enough energy in his system to be on par to be at a certain baseline.

Kinetic Blasts- With energy coursing through his system, War-Pulse is able to concentrate the stored energy in Kinetic bursts from the pores of his skin. Along with the default beams, explosives, and area-of-effect bursts, War-Pulse has developed a special attack where he has originated his name from. War-Pulse will refract a burst of energy with a close range shotgun burst by building up too much energy in his hand, turning what would be a normal punch or push into a Kinetic explosion, or ‘Pulse’ from his hand, which is where his namesake comes from.

Enhanced Strength- War-Pulse is able to kinetically empower his musculature to go far beyond even the superhuman limit his genetically enhanced body’s limitations. Depending on his energy intake, he can lift around 10 tons to well over 100 tons effortlessly. War-Pulse is also capable of firing kinetic energy from his elbow to increase the momentum of his punches.

Enhanced Durability- War-Pulse is constantly enveloped in a Kinetic sheath around his body, rendering him invulnerable to conventional attacks and weaponry. He can expand this barrier to surrounding allies, however the expansion requires more concentration and lacks the integrity of the original sheath.

Enhanced Speed- By expelling Kinetic Bursts behind him along with supercharging his feet, he can push himself to supersonic speeds.

Enhanced Reflexes- War-Pulse already has a heightened sense of awareness due to his connection to the energies around him, along with metahuman enhancements. However, he can add to the speed of his movements by releasing kinetic energy from his body in careful bursts.

Fight- By continuously expelling energy from his feet, War-Pulse is able to achieve flight at supersonic speeds.

Hand-to-Hand Combat Skills- Trent has gone out of his way to make sure that even if he is met with his match in terms of power, he can best them on skill alone, and has trained his body in multiple martial arts.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level:100+ tons(Depending on Energy Intake)

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH(Depending on Energy Intake)

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours, can go longer with use of his energy reserves.

Agility: 20X

Intelligence: Average(With exceptions to battle situations and basic knowledge of his own powers, in which he registers as Genius)

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large(For a mercenary, he is very well paid)

Weaknesses: War-Pulse’s energy capacity is limitless, but that does not mean it is recommended. The more Pulse stores in his body, the less likely he is to control it, to the point where he could possibly cause irreparable damage to himself and others in its use. That being said, if Pulse were also to exhaust all energy reserves, he would simply die as his body can no longer support itself without any energy flowing through it. He is also susceptible to mental attacks, as his mind has no real means of defense from such strikes.

Supporting Characters:
Valerie Hurst- Trent's Mother/creator, she is single-handedly the most necessary and hated person in Trent's life, even when he has not spoken to her since he was 8 years old.

Owen Hurst- Trent's father, and an influencial figure in the CIA. He was killed by Valerie when he threatened to give information to the authorities on War-Pulse.

Rose Prescot - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, now currently residing in New Haven.

Reggie Samuels - An old friend from the orphanage Trent grew up in, also currently residing in New Haven.

"Warden"- Another secret project, claiming to be created by U.S. government to be a living data bank, a man who's brain allows him to think three steps ahead of everyone else. He quickly met War-Pulse and forged a partnership as War-Pulse's agent, getting him contracts around the world.

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Character you have created: The Cowl
Alias: Unknown

Speech Color: This part still isn't working, but if it was, black.

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: At a glance, The Cowl seems to be focused on one thing and one thing only; profit. His entire platform seems to be getting the richest he possibly can, and sharing said wealth amongst his massive network of thieves, crooks, and criminals. His sole drive seems to be how he can get the most out of any deal, from a robbery, to arson, to insurance fraud, to kidnapping and ransoms, everything he does seems to be guided by his overwhelming sense of greed. However, that is merely on the surface of how he built his criminal empire, but in person he could be described as a philosopher, his criminal cunning seemingly offset by his reasoning. Every act of greed and selfishness is counteracted by his humility, logic, and cynicism, balancing out his ruthless and cutthroat plans with a dry wit and a calm demeanor. All the wealth he seems to amass and the empire he creates is simply the means to an end of an even greater scheme, whatever that may be.

Just be wary if you are to ever catch him on his bad side, his wrath is the stuff legends are made of.

Uniform/costume:

Origin Info/Details: The Cowl is an eternal enigma, to the law, the press, and even to his own subordinates. He appeared a few years ago out of the blue in Lost Haven, where he took over a small unnamed gang by killing their leader in cold blood. Almost immediately he set to work on increasing the gang’s territory and reputation, having his thugs commit a string of daring and well-planned heists on nearby banks, and using the wealth gathered as olive branches to nearby gangs, showing other gangs in Lost Haven that working with him would be more lucrative than working against him. Many gangs immediately allied with the newly dubbed “Shroud Syndicate” but those who did not found themselves under fire from nearby police forces who were “anonymously tipped” about certain crimes, while others still were simply wiped out or bought out. Through careful strategy and planning, the man now known as “The Cowl” assimilated gang after gang, until his influence and power was amongst the biggest in the streets of Lost Haven.

And yet, he did not flaunt his power to create total anarchy in the city, as most criminals would in his state, instead keeping his operations in a low-key state, with the amount of kickbacks he was getting from drug deals, shake downs, blackmail, and enforcement, doing any of the high-risk actions he did when he was just starting out would be tantamount to placing a target on his back. He kept this secretive spree of crime going, eluding the many police raids done on his compounds, carefully planning the structure little by little to keep his thugs swearing allegiance to him and the local law enforcement woefully unaware of his location or his activities. He created a set of rules for his men, a careful ruling for how wealth was shared and how law enforcement was handled, when to resort to violence and when murder was appropriate, he had no desire for his operations to be blown asunder by unnecessary slaughter, and took a great many steps to avoid such travesty.

And when the operation was a well-oiled machine, working smoothly within the confines of Lost Haven, The Cowl simply left the island, moving to the Eastern part of the world, intending to increase the Shroud Syndicate’s influence to a global standpoint, making him one of the most influential and notorious criminals on the planet. Up until now he’s still been operating under the shadows in China, subtly carving out territory for the Syndicate in Hong Kong, but arrival of metahumans will surely change his plans...

Hero Type (Select one):

Trickster(Other)

Power Level (Select one below):

City Level(In terms of Physical Power)
World Level(In terms of influence)

Powers:

Gadgetry: The Cowl is never without a clever device or sneaky machine near him, keeping with him a plethora of lethal and underhanded gadgets up his sleeve. These devices are as listed but are not limited to: Tactical Nano-suit, grappling gun, smoke bombs, explosives, cloaking device, flashbangs, virtual decoy makers, arm-blades, shoe-knives, bolos, caltrops, web grenades, force field generators, and many other weapons.

Master Strategist/Tactical Analyst: The Cowl is a master of tactical planning, and has already formed a powerful gang under his control by the name of the Shroud Syndicate.

Information Guru: The Cowl is abnormally well-informed on current events and incidents around the world, giving him very profitable gains where others are unaware.

Expert Hand-To-Hand Combatant: The Cowl is a master at the martial arts, having a lot of free time due to him being a powerful crime lord. He is capable of effortlessly fending himself from multiple attackers, as well as matching the moves of trained experts. He has displayed skill in arts such as Krav Maga, Aikido, Taekwondo, Ninjutsu, Karate, Muai Thai, Boxing, and Kickboxing.

Firearms Expert: Of Course, the Cowl is not one to play fair, and will more often than not end conflicts with gunfire. He is trained in multiple firearms and ballistic weapons.

“Foresight”: Whether this is a gadget, pure human conditioning, or an actual superpower is to be debated, as no one has been able to pinpoint how The Cowl can predict a person’s movements the way he does. The Cowl seems to be able to think three steps ahead, being able to react to attacks at a much quicker pace than any human can, to the point of being able to avoid a small amount of gunfire. It is rumored that due to his incredible focus, he can “see” what a person is about to do by reading their muscle movements, but most still seem to think the ability is “inhuman”.

Peak Human Condition: While primarily relying on his mind, The Cowl is no slouch when it comes to the body. He is as strong and fast as an olympic athlete, combined with the acrobatic skill of an olympic gymnast.

Indomidible Will: The Cowl's mental fortitude is extremely focused, making it hard(but not impossible) for him to be influenced by telepathy or mind control.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level:Peak Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:[Peak Human, but his Reaction time is remarkably faster.

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:Peak Human

Agility: 15X Human level.

Intelligence: Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: For all his tricks, gadgets, and charisma, The Cowl is still just a human being. Get a sword or bullet into him and he will die like anyone else.

Supporting Characters:

The Shroud Syndicate - One of the largest and most influential criminal gangs in Lost Haven, and has considerable reach across the globe. They were originally a small time gang that went by another name a few years back, but when The Cowl entered the scene, the Syndicate grew almost overnight to a massive threat.

Specter - The Cowl's metahuman right hand man and confidant. Powers have yet to be displayed. He tends to oversee all of the Shroud's operations within Lost Haven.

The Talons - A biker gang within Little Sicily, follows the Shroud.

The Dread Men - Another Street Gang, located in Chinatown, under the Shroud's tutelage

The Brothers in Blood - A cult-like street gang in some reigons of Little Paris. They run drugs for the Shroud Syndicate to Lost Haven's rich and famous.

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Sample Post:
A quick splash of water, and the man was awake, gasping and writhing in the tiny cell provided for him, an old war fort on the coast, judging by the sound of the waves, but where on the Earth that was, the man had no idea. As his eyes came into focus from his groggy slumber from starvation and isolation, he noticed three men standing in his cell. Immediately recognizing the leader by his trademark mask and hood, the man began to shout and struggle, only to find his hands and legs bound to the wall.

“Oh good, you’re awake.” The hooded man said, moving closer to the imprisoned man. “I was hoping my men hadn’t killed you…”

“What...what do you want?” The imprisoned man said, wincing from the bruises that he now felt from the beating he received earlier.

“Well...information for one thing.” The hooded man said, pulling a dagger from his belt as he moved closer, he dragged the dagger along the imprisoned man’s skin, moving aside his bloodied shirt at the collar to reveal a tattoo on the chest, a lotus blossom with a grey coloring. “I can tell that you’re part of the Steel Lotus, for one, so you don’t have to tell me who sent you.” He then moved away from the man and towards a small set of burning coals. “However, last I checked, we were on good terms with the Lotus, I even sent the Empress a list of names with a list of undercover cops in her ranks...why would she betray my trust by having you infiltrate my thugs?”

The man tightened his jaw, avoiding eye contact with the hooded man as he placed the dagger inside the hot coals, the blade beginning to turn orange and glowing as the heat kissed the steel.

“Ah, silence...the Lotus was always good at keeping their members from speaking...I admire that.” He said, moving back to the man with the heated dagger in hand. “However, that’s not what I need right now, right now I want to know if the Empress has interest in my territory…” He aimed the knife right at the Lotus tattoo, much to the panic of the imprisoned Lotus member. “So I ask once more before I peel that tattoo off of your skin and mail it to your boss, what is she planning?”

The man again held his tongue, remaining silent to the faceless mask of The Cowl. Of course, the Cowl sighed, raising the dagger a bit. “Oh, I was so wishing to do this the easy way…”

“Sir! We’ve got some news!” A thug shouted from the hall, rushing into the cell, much to the chagrin of The Cowl.

“Chang….can’t you see I’m a little busy?” The Cowl responded, his tone a gentle annoyance as he held the dagger poised to jam into the rat’s flesh.

“It...it’s from home, sir. Back in Lost Haven...” The thug named Change managed to stammer out. “It’s new you really, really need to hear for yourself, if it came from me it would just sound crazy…”

A brief silence, then enough sigh erupted from the Cowl’s lungs. “This better be good, Chang. I’m not really in the mood for anything less than fantastical.” He handed the heated dagger to another one of the men in the cell before leaving.

“Believe me….you have no idea…”

Character you have created: Umbraxis
Aliases: Count Gloomveil(Occasionally In Avatar Form), Umbraxis the Destroyer, The Great Void, The Endless Darkness, The Dark One

Speech Color: Indigo

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Known

Character Personality: For a being of cosmic darkness, the being itself is actually quite polite. Its charming demeanor and dry wit make it actually quite a pleasure to speak to, were not so terrifying to simply be within its presence. Despite what it does, it possesses a curious streak about lesser beings. It is inquisitive and insightful, and spends most of its time wandering planets in its avatar form, taking different guises and shapes in an attempt to entertain itself in the affairs of civilization. It even goes so far as to integrate itself in a planet’s affairs and systems, taking part in their politics and inner workings as if playing one big game. Perhaps it is trying to weaken defenses of those it is intending to devour, but more than likely these pursuits are merely for its own entertainment.

However, one would always feel uncomfortable around it, as the polite tones it takes and clever banter it delivers belies its true purpose. While it does have an interest in societies, the interest only goes so far as a hobby, where destruction is its profession. To The Void, people are playthings to observe and interact with until it is hungry enough to consume them. Make no mistake, it takes extreme joy in eradication, gleefully stomping out a planet without a second thought. It shows no empathy for the countless societies it has snuffed out since the beginning of time, though it will always remember them fondly.

While its means for sustenance does not seem aimless, and it seems to view its targets as both its meal and its purpose. It seems to believe that with the potential for life, there must come the potential of overindulgence. It believes that in the same vein of Civilizations that would spread, Empires would be born across galaxies, and with those Empires would come destruction, the potential to snuff out other potential races and species in an attempt to sustain their own populations. The potential for one race to rule them all would always loom over the Universe, and forces the Universe to create its own governing equalizer, an Apex Predator with the potential to eradicate all others in the belief of Universal balance. In its mind, Umbraxis is that Predator.

Uniform/costume: True Form


Avatar Form


Origin Info/Details: In the time before time, before the Universe even existed, there was nothing. From that nothing, came the Singularity, and from that Singularity came the Universe. A singular, ever expanding spread of stars, galaxies, and nebulas. All manner of life and sentience was created, evolution took place, civilizations were born and spread.

However, that was not all that was created at the beginning of time.

In the farthest corners of the Universe, in the blackest holes of space, something had formed unlike anything else in the universe. Between the newly formed stars and nebulas, between the spaces between the newly forming galaxies, something was stirring in the black. Dark Matter and Dark Energy, whirling together around a core of Antimatter, swirling and changing in unison, moving as one amidst the emptiness. It thought and processed as a single entity, calculating its formation as it acquired more mass. Every day it grew in size, each year it became something more and more. For millennia upon millennia, eon upon eon, it drifted aimlessly, siphoning countless asteroids, planets, and other forms of matter into it’s body, the resulting gamma emissions fueling its ever growing mind and power.

And then its first encounter came to pass, an early space-faring race came across this entity within the depths of endless darkness. They were curious, inquisitive, their scanners came in close to explore this massive, sentient darkness. They saw unlimited potential for such an entity, the possibility for power to be harnessed at a scale they couldn’t even comprehend.

However, the creature they deemed “Umbraxis” did not see the same in them. It barely even noticed them at first, letting their scanners and drones study it as they pleased. For a while, they even entertained it, letting it observe their way of life, politics, and culture. However, this did not last long, as it saw something else in this space faring race. It saw materials and matter, molecules and particles, it saw the one thing that it slowly came to realize that it would need if it was going to continue to grow in strength and power.

It saw this race as sustenance.

With barely a thought, Umbraxis wiped out the scouting party, devouring their forms into itself without warning or hesitation, accumulating their matter into its nebulous form. With this attack, came knowledge, knowledge of a planet not too many light years away, filled with matter and particles that could strengthen the creature, who now gained a taste for such bloodlust. The Massive Void began to travel, consuming whatever got in its path as it neared the first Civilization, the formless black travelling at an alarming rate to the planet.

The Civlization fought back, ships and resources sacrificed to destroy the coming cosmic force, but it only delayed the inevitable. Before long, Umbraxis had consumed the planet and its people, leaving empty space in place of what was a growing Empire. However, that was only the first, as Umbraxis had found itself relishing in the destruction while it sustained itself. Before long, Umbraxis found itself destroying another Space-faring people, then another, and another, again and again dominating any who opposed its unyielding hunger.

However, there were survivors to its attacks, beings who were able to escape the entity by leaving its path of cosmic destruction. They began to spread the tale of a Void, capable of wiping out entire worlds within days, destroying Galactic Empires as if they were nothing to its might. The people of the Universe began to hear tales of such a being, before long all who heard of it began to acknowledge that this was no myth or rumor, but a true, unparalleled threat, one that could not be stopped, only hindered and avoided. Some tried to harness its power, some tried to hunt it down and kill it, none survived. It bore a name in many languages and given many titles. It was a king to some, a force of nature to others, some even built churches in its name and called it a god. Its mere mention brought shivers to even the most powerful of galactic empires. But above all else, in any nation in the galaxy, it is known by one name.

Umbraxis the Destroyer.

Hero Type:
Supernatural(Cosmic Horror)

Power Level:
Cosmic Level

Powers:
Cosmic Being- Umbraxis is a creature of pure dark matter, bigger than any planet and comparable to some stars in the galaxy depending on the amount of matter it has consumed. As such, it has no solid body in its true form, nor does it have the needs of breathing or sleeping, as most creatures do. Also, not being of solid form unless it wishes to, it is highly resistant to conventional weaponry. As such a being, mental manipulation from another being is nigh-impossible due to its lack of a solid neural structure, a conglomeration of matter held together by an abstract sentience has very little chance of being altered. Even mind reading is not recommended as such a being would have thoughts hard to comprehend by other beings, which could result in insanity.

Dark Matter Manipulation-As a being of dark matter, Umbraxis has the ability to manifest and control dark matter at will, with no known limit. He can shift it from a murky, choking cloud into durable, adamantine matter. While the dark matter can take any shape, Umbraxis typically manipulates it into such things as barriers, tendrils, spikes, blades, claws, and fields to pick up and toss large objects as a form of telekinesis. Using dark matter, it has even managed to pull a small planet out of orbit by encapsulating it.

Dark Energy Projection- Similar to dark matter, Umbraxis can manipulate and expel dark energy with a thought with no known limit on its use. Typically this explosive energy is used as concussive energy beams, waves, and blasts.

Cosmic Awareness- While not necessarily omnipotent, Umbraxis does have a certain level of spatial awareness considering its size. In the depths of space, Umbraxis can pinpoint life from across galaxies and seek it out on energy traces alone. This awareness transcends reality, as it views time and space at a level we cannot comprehend, making any time manipulation relatively insubstantial against it.

Matter Consumption/Conversion- Upon touch, Umbraxis can de-construct matter on a subatomic level, converting material into its own dark matter. While the time it takes to convert matter depends on mass and density, all can be converted. With mundane inanimate objects, this is instantaneous, if it touches it, it can deconstruct it, assembling small its and peices to its overall mass. Magical or enhanced materials can take a little longer, and if used against it there can be no matter transferal until Umbraxis locks it in place. Living beings take the longest, as they have will over their own bodies, but this time-lapse is still fairly swift, albeit extremely painful. This can also be dependent on a target’s strength and power, resiliency, and superhuman components, as well as how many targets Umbraxis is trying to consume at once. Regardless, prolonged exposure to Umbraxis’ touch or grasp will result in deconstruction by Umbraxis. Notably, this is why Umbraxis tends to kill prey before consumption, as the target can no longer resist.

Acquired Memory- When consuming a living being, it's mind is inherited into the amalgamation that is Umbraxis. While this does not change Umbraxis’ personality or emotional state, it does allow the entity to tap into knowledge instantaneously, learning languages, techniques, history, and cultures by assimilation alone.

Telepathy- With no real mouth to speak of, Umbraxis typically communicates with widespread telepathy.

Regeneration- While Umbraxis to this point is considered invulnerable, there is always the chance such an entity can take damage. However, Umbraxis’ consumption powers simply allow him to convert surrounding matter into Dark Matter, replenishing its own lost materials.

Immortality- Umbraxis does not show any sign of aging, nor does it succumb to toxins or afflictions of organic life. There is no evidence as to whether Umbraxis can actually be killed, as no one who has attempted has ever come close.

Space Travel- Umbraxis is typically an aimless wanderer, with no age to speak of it has no need to rush unless it finds itself starving for matter. However, Umbraxis is a space-farer, so it can tap into its antimatter core to cause a mass reaction capable of FTL travel. This is not a reactionary power, nor is it instantaneous. FTL travel takes considerable warmup time and can be interrupted, but only with a sizeable event.



Dark Matter Constructs: A sub-power of both Dark Matter Manipulation and its Avatar Form. While these creatures are produced by Umbraxis and given purpose by its will, they are single-minded and self-reliant. Other than simple, direct commands given at creation, these creations do not think or rationalize on their own. They are given a single shape, as opposed to free forming, and follow their specific purpose until obstructed or destroyed. These shapes may occasionally resemble creatures or people it has consumed over its ageless existence

Attributes:

Strength Level: Incalculable

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Over 100+MPH, no Limit Known

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Nearly Unlimited

Agility: At least 20X Human level if not more.

Intelligence: Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: None

Weaknesses: Despite its highly evolved intelligence, Umbraxis does not utilize its impressive intellect as often as it should. It is arrogant, fully-believing there is no entity that can match it. While this is true, this does present a plethora of opportunities to outwit and outmaneuver the lifeform. Also, while Umbraxis is incredibly powerful, its power is slightly dependant on how well it has fed recently, FTL travel and energy use can cause it to weaken slightly, possibly enough to exploit some hidden weakness of the mighty entity.

Supporting Characters:
The First Civilization- This long-dead civilization bears no known name, nor do many of its carvings or memories exist anymore. It was deemed the First Civilization not because this was the first civilization to exist, but merely the First to come across Umbraxis. While they were wiped out, they were given the most time to study and observe The Void. They were the closest to finding a weakness in the lifeform, and may have left something behind vital to stopping it...

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Somewhere in the Milky Way Galaxy, in a system far from our own, spaceships designed for war converged in front of a single, massive planet, forming a blockade in the stratosphere above their beloved terrestrial home. The race of people, tall and slender, their red scaly skin covered in golden, glowing power armor, clearly telling of their status These were no farmers, nor were they merchants or pirates; these were conquerors. This race, whose name could not be pronounced in our tongue, is one of the most feared Galactic Empire in their sector. In an astounding rate of time, this race had conquered their system, and the systems surrounding it. One by one, planet by planet, they had established themselves as one of the most dominating and powerful Empires this side of the galaxy had ever seen.

And yet, this was the first time they truly knew fear.

Their enemy had attacked the other planets of their mighty Empire, assaulted their people. They originally paid it no mind, thinking it was rebellion of a lesser race, or marauders coming to collect on the outskirt colonies. That was before they noticed that the planets themselves were disappearing. One by one, something was carving its way up the Empire, connections being cut off, hunting parties disappearing into the blackness of space. No trace, no record, just gone. Each day passed by, and their connection to the outside systems were dwindling, they were cut off from everything.

And now, whatever was destroying them was here, to finish them once and for all.

In the flagship, the Commander of the Fleet, a male creature of what would be considered handsome for their race, adorned in the most decorated, expensive armor, stood at the helm, looking into the blackness of space. He bore a stern face, what remains of his Army hovering over what remained of their once great empire. Their weapons powered, their shields at the ready, silence among their crew as they waited for their Commander’s commands. However, on close inspection, behind the grim determination plastered on the Commander’s face, a bead of sweat trickled from his brow, his breath shaky and haggard. There was no enemy like this to his knowledge, but there was a myth among his people, a name being passed around of a Cosmic Force which only knew of one thing; destruction. He turned to his ensign, a man half his age, also bearing a stern, orderly manner as his hands waved over the scanners of the stalwart vessel. His eyes scanning the multiple screens for any sign of their invader, his shaking, sweaty hands being the only telltale sign that he shared in his Commander’s fear, a fear that only heightened as the scanners began to whirr and whistle with readings, feeding into his visual scans a being most terrifying.

It was no ship, and it was no fleet, but something much more ancient. From the blackness of space, a cloud of dust began to roll into the Fleet’s visual sensors. At first, they believed it to be a smokescreen, to hide the real enemy. However, the cloud began to shape and swirl, its starlit mantle swayed and billowed as it came into view, two glowing orbs alighting in the endless darkness. The dark cloud began to stretch and expand, widening upon its arrival, until it dwarfed the impressive, golden fleet, covering its vision in darkness. Only then did they know what they were facing, and only then were they aware of their fate.

Umbraxis the Destroyer had come to devour them. The Great Void had come to deliver their final judgement.

Upon his horrid enlightenment, the Commander screamed in his elegant tongue to open fire, pointing at the darkness as a child would terrifyingly point at his closet at night. In an instant, the sky lit up with glowing, neon lasers, beams of every color pouring out from the cannons of the warship, penetrating the darkness with firework flares, continent-sized impacts bursting inside the horrendous cloud.

And yet, Umbraxis simply advanced as if nothing was happening. A dark, murky tendril descended from space, from the stygian core the ripple began, whipping the extension in a massive, powerful wave to impact with a Warship, cracking open its hull as if it was tissue paper. With each passing second, more and more tendrils extended across the fleet, snapping and ripping at the battle cruisers as if they were mere playthings, nothing more than an obstacle in the Destroyer’s way. The Commander ordered sustained fire across all ships, there was nowhere for them to run to, they must take the manifestation down with them if they had to.

The fool, he didn’t realize that Umbraxis could hear him thorugh the emptiness of space. In front of the flagship, a single, white orb began to manifest in front of the ship. At first, the Commander thought it was a blast of energy, or an explosion triggered from one of their photon blasts. It was when the orb fixated on them that it became clear this was some form of eye on the entity. The ship began to creak and shake, the mighty Flagship being ripped from its orbit by a colossal shadowy hand, shifting the craft for Umbraxis to get a better look at them.

This was it? This was what dared to get in its way? This was paltry, for everything it heard and experienced, it figured this race would be more formidable. A wasted opportunity, wasted potential, and overall, a boring experience. With no more interest in toying with its prey, the claw clamped down on the Flagship, imploding the metallic frame in dramatic fashion, the ship’s resulting explosion visible to the terrified folk below. The fleet had failed, in a blast of Dark Energy, the remaining ships were wiped out in all but an instant, the black ichor that was Umbraxis now blocking out the twin suns this planet was prided on.

Slowly, onimously, the darkness descended upon the planet, enveloping the exalted city in a impenetrable darkness, its people seperated by murky death.

And upon its descent, Umbraxis began to feed. Slowly beginning to decay and fall apart, the planet and its people began to suffer their slow, painful death as they were what could only be described as ‘disgested’ by this great destroyer.

The process took days, possibly years of envelopment, the land frozen in time as they silently endured their destruction. Umbraxis, while feeling the rush of adding to its strength, still felt relatively underwhelmed by this experience. Where was the planning? Where was the fun? This prey did not fulfill its endless desire for destruction.

However, as it assimilated the people of this planet, a word began to pop into its mind. This was not a word that was familiar in these people’s tongues, nor was it a word uttered by the public. No, as it acquired the memories of this Galactic Civilization, this word began to poke into its mind, mostly from this Civilization’s intelligence division. It could hear this word being uttered, again and again, each time with more importance, almost as if they felt threatened by this word.

Eaf…no, that was not it...Earh...Eath...Arth….

And then it came, all as one word. Earth. The word it was hearing over and over was Earth. What was this word? Was it another entitiy? With more time, Umbraxis continued to acquire more and more information about this ‘Earth’. A planet it was, in a far off, rather uninhabited sector of the Galaxy.

And yet this Empire considered it important enough to keep tabs on. More than that, they considered the inhabitants of Earth a threat. Why? What did Earth have that this Empire did not?

More came to Umbraxis’ mind as it probed further into the memories of these people. They were bipedal and walked upright, just as this race, but what else did they have? They barely even knew space travel.

The answer came in an unusual phenomenon that Umbraxis had only experienced very rarely in a species. Mutation. There were members of the primary species known as ‘humans’, that had transcended their normal limitations. Strength, durability, manipulation of the elements, these ‘humans’ had an unusual habit of coming across power…

Unusual, Umbraxis thought to itself. Were these mutations really to be feared? Could they even pose a threat?

Perhaps this ‘Earth’ would be the next place for Umbraxis the Destroyer to visit...

Character you have created: Ludovico Celeste

Alias: Condor

Age: 22

Speech Color: Pale Turquoise

Character Alignment: Walking The Line (Villain In Rehabilitation)

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: "Calm like a gentle breeze in spring" is almost but not quite how most people would describe Ludo, for it would imply to some that he is an aloof and rather unassuming young man. He is certainly gentle and quiet at times, and there is a hippie-like, avant garde artist's spirit to him, uniquely imaginative and broad-minded, fond of exotic herbs and vivid colors. But in no way could he be considered meek or shy, or someone who would blindly follow somebody else's lead, rather than be himself the heart and soul of the group. He is wont to spending a lot of time in others' company on the shore of the Nahuel Huapi lake, be it reading poetry aloud, playing his guitar, swimming, or just lying on the black sand.

Condor, on the other hand, could be fittingly called a "roaring gale of color." A one-man riot of exhilarating enthusiasm, Condor is candidly transgressive, a rock star in a world of boy scouts. Though he is occasionally as quiet and thoughtful as when he is just Ludo, bursts of sharp, rebellious words and quick, energetic action are constants in Condor's behavior. He defies authority with pride, and is specially happy to embrace his power as a tool to inconvenience the powerful. There is a chaotic cheerfulness to his fighting style, even when breathless and injured, and shows a goofy, almost bizarre sense of humor in the face of difficulty.

Although he despises cruelty and needless bloodshed, Condor finds no small amount of fun and satisfaction in using his abilities. Few things make him feel as fulfilled as the liberating sensation that comes with soaring like a bird and commanding the air around him.

Uninterested in conventional notions of chivalry, Condor is willing to deceive others for the greater good. His tendency to place his ideals before the very thought of compromise can make him seem unreliable, and his nearly single-minded idealism can at times blind him to the more immediately pressing. He can also get lost in the intoxicating haze of a good fight and make mistakes, and mindful as he is of other people's feelings and needs, it is that same sensitivity that often provokes him to put himself in harm's way.

His perspective on what today's heroes and villains are in reality, as opposed to what they should be, has been molded by his villainous past and its aftermath. It sets him apart from many of his peers, who hold a more simplistic view of the hero-villain dichotomy. When he was an enemy of the self-proclaimed "good guys", he saw that many villains were just trapped in a downward spiral of violence that was enabled in large part by their heroic nemeses. Once he was torn away from that world, he witnessed how many of those who put on a mask and fought crime did it for selfish or shallow reasons, how many just wanted to use vigilante justice to sate their thirst for blood, and how many turned out to be mere tools of oppression.

These realities he has encountered have kept Condor from adopting the typical heroic lifestyle, since he perceives many of those who have as hypocrites who only perpetuate the cycle of brutality with their antics. Yet despite this, his rehabilitation has bore fruit, and the new Condor seeks to do good on his own terms, repulsed by the idea of using his skills against the powerless.

He is at his best, in spirits and skill, when he gets the opportunity to use his abilities against mighty foes, when the stakes are high. Rather than be a self-righteous paladin of order and tradition, he has chosen to walk an alternative, kind of radical, trickier path: protecting people from the excesses of heroes as well as the cruelty of villains. In a sense, he has chosen to become the answer to the question of "who watches the watchmen?"

The anarchic Condor is not satisfied with just stopping everyday petty crime or foiling the latest criminal mastermind's bombastic schemes, nor takes such things too seriously. His visceral dislike for bullies extends far beyond just them, and into spheres oft neglected by superheroes, including the bullies within their own ranks and the tyranny of the various governments and corporations that sponsor them. And when it comes to bullies, Condor fights fire with fire.

All that asides, Ludovico Celeste is not a particularly abnormal young man. An amateur artist and musician with half a degree in environmental studies, he enjoys pop and rock music from decades past, loves nature and swimming, and is a staunch dog person. Though hardly a party animal, he is sociable and caring, if at times excessively so. Fiercely protective and even territorial, he dotes on his loved ones and has no qualms about confronting anyone who steps into his "turf", even if they are blatanty more powerful than him. He is also openly queer, insofar as his relationship with Puma was never as much of a secret in the world of masked heroes and villains as Puma would have preferred, and Ludo was awfully nonchalant about it.

Appearance and Costume:


Beyond any doubt, the most distinctive piece of Condor's costume is his cloak. Inspired by the plumage of real condors, and comprised almost entirely from fake but fully functional feathers, Ludo designed it to serve as his wings during spirarekinetic flight. Though it may look like a single piece when he is standing on the ground, the cloak is actually formed by three separate pieces that simulate his namesake's wings and tail.

Beneath the cloak, Condor conceals a full body armor, along with an array of weapons and gadgets. On his hands and feet, Ludo wears armored gloves and boots made to ressemble a condor's talons.

Condor's mask, in the beginning little more than a carnival half mask in the shape of a bird, has since been replaced by a sturdier, combat-ready combination of metallic half mask and computerized goggles.

Among his weapons of choice he includes a pair of pistols, which he sometimes but not always loads with non-lethal ammunition, a set of boleadoras, and a whip.

Origin Info/Details: He was twelve years old when he first flew, swept up and away from the deep dark chasm he had been falling into by a powerful gale that had not been there before.

For a few short, fleeting moments, as he soared high above the earth, he was like a carefree bird, unrestrained by the earth, and alone with the pale blue skies. And in that time he felt both liberated and strangely at home.

It all went downhill from there. Superpowers, as it turned out, were precisely what you did not want a rebellious and imaginative child to develop.

By then he had already become aware of how the air would act strangely around him, how strong winds seemed almost reluctant to blow against him, and how sometimes the intensity of the breeze appeared to reflect his mood. Cool stuff, all in all.

Ludovico Celeste was raised in the Argentine Patagonia, near the small city of Bariloche. His parents and two brothers were normal human beings, give or take the formers' history of experimenting with all manner of strange chemicals, and they lived in a large house near the Nahel Huapi lake, where the air was always calm and everything smelled of pine trees. It was a comfy, luxurious home, if you were able to ignore his father's and oldest brother's machismo and penchant for abuse and humilliation, or his mother's near fundamentalist brand of conservative snobbery.

The little whirlwind of a child that they uncreatively nicknamed Ludo found it to be an intolerable, asphyxiating setting to grow up in, and he wreaked some fairly creative havoc wherever he went. He got into fights with other children often, although not always unjustified, and disappeared for hours at a time, only to return well past midnight with a blank look on his face and a scowling police officer behind him.

An authoritarian Catholic education did little to change the boy's behavior and, if anything, it made it worse. Most of the other children at his school were not too fond of the weird boy with a precocious fascination for abstract art and music from the 1970's, and insanely good luck when it came to paper plane competitions. His teachers, on the other hand, were rather keen on him, despite his more unorthodox leanings, although that did not improve his popularity among his peers in the least. He got bullied a lot, and while others would have stood up to their bullies, or called on the help of adults, Ludo chose a different approach: he stole from some of them, framed the others for it, and enjoyed the chaos that ensued. He liked chaos.

That early mischief, however, would not influence his eventual embrace of villainy nearly as much as meeting a slightly older telepathic boy called Christian did.

Christian did not even go to his school. In fact, he lived in the shanty town that was growing in the city's outskirts. He just appeared on Ludo's doorstep with ice cream one day, but Ludo did not really mind. He liked ice cream, and he found he liked spending time with someone who did not wear a rosary around their neck at all times and had no qualms about listening to Freddie Mercury's heavenly voice. Also, Christian enjoyed causing people to hallucinate, and Ludo discovered that he liked hallucinating.

Was it love at first sight? No, but it was Ludo's introduction to the world of childhood supervillainy, and in hindsight that was even better. Christian told him about some of the great telepathic villains of the time, starting with Captain Phobetor, and all the amazing things they could do. And Christian was convinced that Ludo's powers were just a very biased form of telekinesis, and so he thought that maybe Ludo could become his very own sidekick.

Christian was wrong on both accounts. Ludo's parents, who knew nothing about superpowers yet knew a suspicious lot about chemistry and physics, were pretty adamant about his "spirarekinesis" having something to do with his genetic makeup, his nervous system's reactions to air and viceversa, and probably some powerful extraterrestrial or extradimensional entity's convoluted shenanigans. Nothing to do with telekinesis. Also, Ludo was terrible sidekick material.

The two boys did manage to get an early taste of supervillainy together in the years that followed, and grew very close because of it. As they entered their teenage years, their antics grew bolder and harder to keep secret, but they still got away with almost everything except adopting a huge litter of puppies. They also ended up sharing their first kiss, but it was a one time, heat of the moment thing, and they partially blamed marijuana and Freddie Mercury's heavenly voice.

Their cute little partnership in crime ended suddenly, a couple of months after Ludo turned fifteen. It was nothing tragic, yet it was nevertheless a bummer: Christian's parents decided to move across the border, to Chile, and so the young telepath was gone from Ludo's life, leaving behind his Queen albums and a whole life's worth of villainous plans.

This change did not turn Ludo away from his life of crime. He continued to get involved in all manner of incidents, ranging from assaulting a new generation of school bullies to stealing a car. If anything, his behavior worsened.

Almost at the end of their rope, it came as a relief to his parents when Ludo announced, at the end of his last year of secondary school, that he wanted to move to Buenos Aires and continue his education there. Trusting his word that he would try to be just another teenager, and avoid committing any other crimes, they happily sent him off.

Ludo, as it turned out, had lied through his teeth. Upon Christian's departure, he had soon come to the conclusion that being a villain, doing what Captain Phobetor and others did, was the only thing he was good for. And so, once he arrived in Buenos Aires, he immediately began to work on his masked persona, Condor, and set out to earn himself a reputation by terrorizing the heart of the city.

The villainous Condor mostly dealt in burglary at first, breaking into upper class apartments and office buildings in the middle of the night. He then moved on to kidnappings and smuggling, aided by a growing number of trustworthy urchins, and began to spend time in the villas miseria, the evergrowing slums of Buenos Aires. In there he made friends of sorts with those who benefited from his smuggling, and witnessed first-hand how the police and some costumed heroes openly mistreated the people in the villas miseria.

For four years, Condor was one of the most notorious young figures among Buenos Aires' costumed heroes and villains, which was not saying a lot, given how few there were at the time. While Ludo attended classes at the University of Buenos Aires, Condor's reign of crime caught the attention of a growing number of heroes, eager to take down the latest threat to public order in the Latin American metropolis. Among those heroes, few were as committed to taking him down as the group known as the Patricians, Argentina' s first league of heroes, and also the first league of heroes to be linked to police corruption and neo-nazi hate crimes. Led by a young shapeshifter called Puma, the Patricians clashed with Condor over and over, often foiling his plans yet never capturing him.

Now, Puma and Condor did not fall in love at first sight, but with every confrontation the two became increasingly fascinated with one another. In time their mutual interest transformed into something almost romantic, with some flirting and innuendo during their fights. It finally got outright sexual once they accidentally discovered one another's secret identities, having both been attending the same classes for months without noticing.

For a while, the two young men lived a triple life, pretending to be normal university students by day, acting as one another's nemesis during the nights, and occasionally being true to themselves and each other when they managed to be alone. It was an arrangement that was doomed by the laws of clichés and they knew it, but they had their fun while they lasted. Or at least Ludo did, while the extremely closeted Puma went out of his way to make a martyrdom out of the affair.

The demon invasion of Lost Haven and the Reign of Nightmare crisis changed everything, starting with the tolerance S.T.R.I.K.E. and their allies abroad showed towards uncontrolled supervillains. On the fourth year of Condor's career, a continental crackdown started, with the Patricians leading the efforts in Argentina alongside S.T.R.I.K.E. agents.

At first, Condor tried to remain neutral and just lay low, and urged Puma to run away to Patagonia with him. Puma being a goody two-shoes to the core, he instead begged his lover to surrender. Radicalized by the countless abuses of power committed by many of the heroes that now hypocritically persecuted him and his peers, Condor refused, and joined a haphazardly organized coalition of supervillains and crime lords in order to resist the crackdown. The two lovers only agreed to protect each other's secret identity and avoid fighting one another during the upcoming clash.

The battle for the streets of Buenos Aires began with an attack on the largest villa miseria, and it was brutal. Several people died on both sides, and civilians were caught in the middle, when not actively targeted by the more authoritarian heroes or the more malicious villains. The amount of innocents hurt by both sides drove Condor to fight heroes and some villains alike, earning him the scorn and a silent promise of retaliation from the coalition's leaders.

The conflict spread to other neighborhoods, but before long it was obvious to both factions that the heroes were winning, and those few villains that were able to fled. Condor was one of the last to do so, after leaving his first tornado ever behind to keep the pursuing S.T.R.I.K.E. agents and Patricians busy.

He returned to Bariloche and his family, and sent Puma a secret message, urging his lover to abandon his own allies as well and join him. In hindsight, he really should have known better.

Three days later, while Ludo was having a nice evening in the city centre, the heroes arrived in Bariloche in force.

Puma had yielded to peer pressure and betrayed him, and now they had all come to bring down one of the few remaning villains in the country. The latter did not trouble him an awful lot, but the betrayal would forever be one of the biggest disappointments of Ludo's life.

The final battle between Ludo and the heroes was, as far as Ludo was concerned, the most fun he ever had. At least up until it got serious. He was listening to his favorite music throughout the whole thing, and the variety in opponents meant he had to get really original with how he used his powers and training.

Within minutes, the city centre was severely damaged and several acres of nearby forest burned. That upset him, specially because it was not his fault and he had grown to like the forests while far away from them. Injured and losing control of his powers, yet still quite eager, Ludo lashed out. And it got ugly. Three heroes died, and innocents were endangered.

Eventually, one electrokinetic hero managed to give Ludo a nasty shock, which left him weak enough that his powers lost effectiveness, and a melee ensued. Outnumbered, the exhausted Ludo was finally subdued, and the heroes prepared to summarily execute him in front of Puma's eyes. Dumb move. And even dumber was their decision to delay it for a few precious seconds.

Puma struck with a properly feline growl, or so Ludo thought at the time, just as they were about to electrocute him to death. With much effort, Ludo took his opportunity to rejoin the fight alongside his former lover. Together they won, although Ludo would later claim that it was his wind blowing the heroes to the other side of the long and cold lake that did it, not Puma's kitty claws.

The two fled into the wilderness, and spent the aftermath of the epic battle apologizing profusely to one another, and making all manner of promises that they half-expected not to keep. Puma swore to abandon the Patriots and take his heroism abroad, admitting at last that he had blindly accepted others' atrocities in the name of heroism. And in return Ludo swore to abandon villainy and try to use his powers for good, admitting at last that he needed to change if he did not want to put more innocent lives in peril. The two parted ways soon after as friends with a handful of benefits.

Left entirely to his own devices from then onwards, Ludo eventually chose to continue living as Condor, but without pledging allegiance to either heroism or villainy. A couple of weeks later, with the worst of the crackdown over, he put his costume back on and returned to Buenos Aires, intent on keeping his word, but trying to still have some fun on the side.

The months since then have gone by slowly in Ludo's eyes, but definitely not because due to inactivity. While he still dedicates most of his efforts to persisting troubles in South America, the ground zero of superheroism and supervillainy that the United States appear to be has caught his attention. With stuff like the Umbraxis and Pax Metahumana crises revolving around Lost Haven and other American metropolises, Ludo cannot help but wonder what opportunities await for someone like him in a place such as that.

Hero Type: Elemental
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Attributes:

Resources: Average
Weaknesses: Ludo's body is human and very much mortal. He knows for a fact that a bullet can wound him as easily as any other person, that illness can weaken him, and that he is only as strong as his human muscles allow him to be. Furthermore, the effectiveness of his powers is influenced in large part by his state of mind, and using his powers can be physically and mentally exhausting even while motionless.

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It was a lovely evening, in Ludo's opinion. The sky was clear and full of stars, which he liked, and the air had just a hint of a cool autumn breeze, which he absolutely adored. The soft music being played by a teenager with a guitar in a corner nearby was much appreciated as well, even if he was playing something by the Rolling Stones. He was not a fan.

Also, he was surrounded by a group of costumed heroes, including the one very handsome cat-guy who he really wanted to punch right then and there. But he was trying to be nice, and there were still some people in the square, apparently thinking that whatever came next would be worth the risk. At least they were not taking selfies.

"Condor..." Said Puma, his Puma, standing just two feet away from him, arms opened wide as if trying to suggest that this did not have to get violent. He had always been a bad liar, which Ludo thought was a bad trait for a masked vigilante, but a pretty neat one for a lover. Silver linings.

"You might as well call me by my actual name, since it looks to me like they know it already. And I'm not even wearing my costume." Said Ludo, smiling, as he took a step closer to the other man, hands inside his long black coat's pockets. "Also, I'm a dog person and you know it, so don't give me your sad kitty eyes. Just say you're sorry and we'll get on with it."

Puma moved forward as well, and Ludo was suddenly reminded of how much taller than him the shapeshifter was. "I promise I'll keep you safe if you just give yourself up."

Condor spared the rest of the heroes a glance. Ironclad, Blue Angel, Taurus, Night Lancer... Their expressions were not too difficult to read. Most of them wanted a fight, an opportunity to beat him to a bloody pulp, and maybe rid the world of a criminal if he resisted just a bit too much. They were the living embodiments of the generation of laughably grim heroes.

Things were going to get fun rather quickly if Puma did not up the ante.

"Did you guys tell him that this is supposed to be a summary execution?" He asked the others, nodding in Puma's direction, as he reached into his pockets and pulled out a small pair of headphones. "Or did you figure he would just go along with it if you kept it as a last-minute surprise?"

"Ludo, stop it." Growled Puma, placing a hand on the back of Ludo's head and pulling him closer, his breath ghosting on Ludo's lips. "I don't want you to fight. I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want it to end like this."

"Then you shouldn't have come." Ludo answered, his smile fading, as he put his headphones on. "Because I'm angry as shit right now, and there is not way I'm leaving this city, my home, without punching you in your amazing mouth."

He swiftly pressed his lips against Puma's, releasing a small sigh into the other's mouth as a surprised Puma kissed back, and only some of the emotion behind it all was anger. The punch that those same lips received as soon as they parted, however, as well as the sudden gust of wind that blew Puma several feet away and into the big bronze statue of President Roca, were definitely all anger.

For just a second, Ludo allowed himself to feel that anger, sighing again and closing his eyes, just feeling the cool autumn breeze on his face. He heard Puma groan in pain, and the prelude of violent movement among the remaining heroes, but paid no mind to either for just that moment. He tied his hair back, adjusted his headphones, and rubbed his hands together to keep them warm.

Opening his brown eyes again, he turned towards the others, and grinned as they charged at him, the night made suddenly brighter and colorful by their various powers.

And not a moment too soon, because his song had just started playing.

"Hail Hydra, bitches!" He shouted with a laugh as he jumped into the air and, pushed forward by another gust of wind, delivered a nice, hard kick to Taurus' face. He sent the bull-themed muscle hero staggering a few feet back, which gave him just enough space to give that same gust of wind a nice strong swirl that blew Night Lancer and Ironclad away.

Captain Metatron and Blue Angel took a bit more effort, but nothing that a cheap trick like tripping them over and hitting them with a flying bench could not solve. After that, he just had to avoid a recovered Ironclad's iron-clad punches, and the Night Lancer's obscenely long weapon, and hit back to the beat of Soda Stereo, which was fun.

For a couple of minutes, he almost forgot how angry and hurt he felt.

Character you have created: Táph Fossoyer

Alias: Corpse.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Hex Code = #bc987e

Character Alignment: Hero.

Identity: Looks like a normal person, if a bit too pale, and doesn't hide his identity.

Character Personality: Táph is a quiet individual, even at the best of times he prefers silence to a conversation, but makes for decent company even without talking. He was broad shouldered and fairly good looking, slow to act, but purposeful when he did. He had meaning behind each action and inaction he took, and believed wholly that haste made waste. A loyal friend, and a brave soul, Táph doesn't care much for the politics or the 'why' of things, but works toward the resolution and safety of the people he cares for, when he can remember who they are.

Uniform/costume: Street clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Táph Fossoyer was a brave young man who grew up in Marseille, France. Born at the end of the First World War, he was brought up and raised with the promise of a better future, one that had learned that global conflict did nothing but damage everyone. He was twenty one when he enlisted to combat Germany for their invasion of Poland. He was trained, deployed, and died in his third engagement. He didn't expect to wake up afterward, but he did. He rejoined the push and everytime he was put down into the dirt, it was only a matter of hours before he was fighting and dying for his country. Something or someone was looking out for him, or was damning him, and it was anyone's guess as to what it was.

Hero Type (Select one): Brick/Muscle

Power Level (Select one below): City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Shallow Grave: For some reason, divine, curse or other supernatural cause makes it so that Táph is unable to stay dead. He can be killed and is mortal, but after he dies, he 'wakes' up, either at his body, if left alone for long enough (in an area that has more dead than it does living), though more than likely he digs himself out of the nearest cemetary, found in a shallow grave. When he dies, he forgets things, nothing groundbreaking, he'll remember his friends, his enemies and who he is, but he might forget the circumstance, why he was killed, and what he was doing when he met his 'end'.

Undead: Táph is technically undead, and is weak to the divine, as well as other things that specialize against undead. He does however, still need to breathe and eat, though forgoes the need to sleep.

Unnatural Toughness: The circumstance of Táph's empowerment have left him stronger, much more than the average human and much more able to take and sustain wounds. He regenerates wounds at good rate, though cannot regenerate lost limbs or organs, a bullet wound in a non-fatal place won't slow him down, but nick an important artery and he'll die like the rest of them.

Attributes (Select one at each category):


Resources: Minimal.

Weaknesses: He can die like any human. He'll come back, but it'll take time, and he'll forget. He's also weak to divine energy and other undead killing/weakening effects.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): None.

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In human mode, Ji-Yeong’s senses are the only thing that is above normal. These are the primary sense used most but not the only ones enhanced.

• Sight: Ji’s eyesight is unique mixture of human and wolf qualities, giving her the perks of both and covering each other’s weakness. From the wolf side of sight, she has have excellent day and night vision and far sharper than a human’s, enhanced by hyper sensitive to motion within the range. The distance range limit is about 1000 feet, slightly shorter than a human but her other senses quickly make up for that weakness.
• Hearing: Because Ji is a werewolf, she can hear between 25 khz to up at least 80 khz and within 6 to 10 miles depending on the geography lay out. The more crowded by objects like a city then the less miles she gains. However, due to her sensitive ears, the higher pitches like a dog whistle will distract and hurt her ears usually crippling her until the source is stop.
• Scent: Ji’s sense of scent is extremely strong compared to a human and even most canines, detailing information about an individual’s condition, their past whereabouts, gender and other needed to know information. About a hundred times stronger, in favorable conditions she can sniff out her prey about 1.75 miles from her location and stalk it a fair distance.

Human-Her healing rate is about double of her original healing, enabling her to heal in half the time it would take normal humans. However, she is unable to regenerate limbs, survive impact into the brain or any usually fatal hits

Wolf-

• regenerate broken bones (heavy wounds)- days
• regenerate torn/severed muscles (medium wounds)- hours
• regenerate flesh wound (light wounds)-minutes/moments

When in wolf form, Ji-Yeong has the ability to communicate to others with her mind and merely by looking at them. As long as she retains eye contact and focus on the individual he can project emotions, images (usually chaotic), and sensation of another’s presence inside the mind of the target with ease. Unless one is a wolf or is comfortable with her, they will often find this uncomfortable since the projected throughs aren’t exactly words or their own emotions. When eye contact is broken so is the link, the sensation of the telepathy fading almost instantly.

All big, bad wolves have teeth and Ji-Yeong is no exception. Unlike the traditional werewolves who have long, feline like claws made for cutting and slicing, her hand and feet paws are made more to act like track shoes giving him excellent ability to turn nearly on a dime without falling on her furry ass. When her teeth break, they can regrow much like a shark can replace her and within a short period in a fight.

Ji also has extreme pressure behind her jaws making it difficult rip her off should you let her get a grip. It’s almost supernatural in some ways when coupled with her regeneration ability it would be a challenge in getting her off.

In human and werewolf form, Ji-Yeong eyes will take on a green color when her earth magic is activated. It would be hard to detect when she wears sunglasses in her human form. One of the limitations is that she cannot create the element, she can only use what’s what around for example: soil. She cannot manipulate elements already being manipulated currently for example: If the element is currently being manipulated she cannot manipulate until the manipulation is done.

In human mode, Yeong's senses are the only thing that is above normal. These are the primary sense used most but not the only ones enhanced.

• Sight: Yeong’s eyesight is unique mixture of human and wolf qualities, giving her the perks of both and covering each other’s weakness. From the wolf side of sight, she has have excellent day and night vision and far sharper than a human’s, enhanced by hyper sensitive to motion within the range. The distance range limit is about 1000 feet, slightly shorter than a human but her other senses quickly make up for that weakness.
• Hearing: Because Yeong is a werewolf, she can hear between 25 khz to up at least 80 khz and within 6 to 10 miles depending on the geography lay out. The more crowded by objects like a city then the less miles she gains. However, due to her sensitive ears, the higher pitches like a dog whistle will distract and hurt her ears usually crippling her until the source is stop.
• Scent: Yeong’s sense of scent is extremely strong compared to a human and even most canines, detailing information about an individual’s condition, their past whereabouts, gender and other needed to know information. About a hundred times stronger, in favorable conditions she can sniff out her prey about 1.75 miles from her location and stalk it a fair distance.

Human-Her healing rate is about double of her original healing, enabling her to heal in half the time it would take normal humans. However, she is unable to regenerate limbs, survive impact into the brain or any usually fatal hits.

Wolf-

• regenerate broken bones (heavy wounds)- days
• regenerate torn/severed muscles (medium wounds)- hours
• regenerate flesh wound (light wounds)-minutes/moments

When in wolf form, Yeong has the ability to communicate to others with her mind and merely by looking at them. As long as she retains eye contact and focus on the individual she can project emotions, images (usually chaotic), and sensation of another’s presence inside the mind of the target with ease. Unless one is a wolf or is comfortable with her, they will often find this uncomfortable since the projected thoughts aren’t exactly words or their own emotions. When eye contact is broken so is the link, the sensation of the telepathy fading almost instantly. If the element is being manipulated she can't use it.

Yeong's eyes have a white hue while in werewolf and human form only when her magic is being used. If watched the enemy would be able to tell which is way she either has a visor or sunglasses. Since the girl can't make her magic she is able to use the air around her. This is one strength she has over her sister.

Skills
Fishing (Adept)
Boxing (Adept)
Long Distance Running (expert)
Archery (novice)
Softball (Adept)

Character you have created: Subject BPE-45A / "Riley'
Alias: Voyager
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): MediumOrchid
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: N/A
Character Personality: Even for an artificial extraterrestrial life form, you'll have a hard time finding someone with as much heart as Riley, alien or otherwise. Facing whatever life throws at her with cheerful optimism, a warm smile, and an arsenal of sci-fi references, her friendly personality and quirky sense of humor is almost infectious and she likes to see the best in everyone she encounters, good or evil. Life's an adventure to her, and she absolutely loves meeting and befriending new people thanks to her natural empathy and sociability, as well as discovering new and interesting things to interact with. Her cheerfulness can be grating at times, and sometimes she can be a bit naive about serious issues, but when the chips are down and she's pushed too far, her anger and sadness can be just as powerful and aggressive as her happiness.

Uniform/costume:



Origin Info/Details: Shortly before the events in Lost Haven began, ESA satellites detected an unknown object crash into the Mediterranean a few miles off the coast of Corsica. After the initial team sent to observe the area mysteriously vanished, the French government deployed an elite GIGN division to secure the crash site. The unknown object was discovered to be an extraterrestrial spacecraft piloted by a humanoid alien life form. The alien attempted to fight off the GIGN unit using a strange purple energy source, but GIGN managed to subdue the alien and capture its spacecraft in the brutal firefight only to discover that the alien was already dead, probably killed long before the spacecraft reached Earth. Perplexed by how a dead creature could slaughter their initial recovery team and hold its own against an elite spec ops unit, the French government put the alien cadaver in cold storage and quietly covered up the incident until they had the means to uncover the source of the alien's mysterious abilities.

The situation changed after a portal opened up and unleashed an army of demons on an American city known as Lost Haven. Realizing that they were incredibly unsuited to dealing with a similar attack, the French government along with other NATO members spearheaded new military and technology projects that would hopefully better prepare them for similar threats like Lost Haven's D-Day. The mysterious energy that the alien had used to cheat death and defend itself at Corsica was brought up as a possible defensive measure, and after much debate the alien corpse was handed over to Darrow Engineering, a London-based high-technology corporation and defense contractor specializing in the biological and chemical sciences, for further research. Darrow pooled together every resource they had into unlocking the secret behind the alien's abilities, even drawing the CEO's interest in the research, until they began to draw a detailed picture of the capabilities of this mysterious power source, dubbed "psionic energy". It was progress, but unfortunately without a living source of this psionic energy it would be impossible to study the capabilities of this energy any further, let alone harness it. Publicly, Darrow Engineering declared that the project had hit a stalemate, while behind closed doors the creation of a being that could harness this energy was discussed. Many ideas were brought forth, but the most radical was the brainchild of Dr. Alaric Gaster, who proposed the creation of a tank-bred alien that could harness psionic energy and serve as a prototype for future generations of psionic-wielding beings. Despite heated objections and a few unfriendly comparisons to one Dr. Frankenstein, the CEO of the company privately gave his approval to the creation of this new life form, classified under the name Project Forethought. Secretly delivered the alien cadaver and several samples from the crash site, Gaster took his experiment and settled in Molotov Point, a secret Darrow research facility in Siberia, to begin work on what would become his greatest creation.

The project went on for months, with little communication from the staff at Molotov Point, good or otherwise. Gaster's haphazard reports ambiguously detailed his efforts to breed new -alien lifeforms, while regular staff reports were unusually lax during this time, almost as if they had been stopped from heading out. The last transmission from Molotov Point came when Gaster reported the successful creation of what he called "BPE-45A" shortly before an unusually powerful blizzard descended on the research facility, cutting it off from outside contact. During the storm, Russian weather outposts reported unusual atmospheric conditions in the area where the facility was located, and after the storm cleared Molotov Point remained quiet. After a scouting party was sent to investigate, Darrow immediately declared the facility to be decommissioned and scrubbed everything to do with Project Forethought from their official records. Gaster and the rest of the research staff have been missing ever since the storm rolled in.

Before the facility went dark, however, one of Gaster's staff (someone by the name of Zhanya) gave the order for an unusually large package to be delivered to a former Darrow Engineering staff member, Jordan Fletcher, currently working for Poseidon Energy as security under Dr. Alexander Martel. Much to her surprise, it turned out to be a cryogenic pod containing BPE-45A, who introduced herself as 'Riley' to a dumbstruck Fletcher. After the initial shock wore off, she managed to get 'Riley' to her boss Dr. Martel, who was more then happy to help the half-alien girl discover more about the unusual energy source that she was able to tap into and maybe put it to some good use in the meantime.

The shenanigan potential is nigh.

Hero Type (Select one): Energy (Psionic)
Power Level (Select one below): City (Currently)
Powers (Be Specific):

Riley's half-alien genomes allow her to wield and manipulate a mysterious alien energy source known as psionic energy, which manifests in the form of purple energy discharges and electrical arcs. As powerful as it is unknown and dangerous, Riley is able to tap into a seemingly endless reservoir of psionic energy, hampered only by her relative inexperience with the substance. Some of her uses for psionic energy currently include:

Psiblast: Riley is able to fire fast-moving concussive energy blasts from her hands of varying size and strength. She can also prevent a blast from immediately exploding, allowing her to cancel it out or manipulate it like a ball of light, or concentrate it into a powerful beam of energy. Simple, effective, and one of her favorite abilities to use.

Psiforce: Riley can charge her own body with psionic energy for a burst of strength, indicated by a glowing aura. She can use this on her arms to land an extra strong punch, her legs to jump high into the air and land safely, or even her skin to protect against an attack. She has to time it correctly for it to work, however, since she can't hold a Psiforce ability for more then a few seconds.

Psibeam: Riley can focus her Psiblast into an empowered beam attack, primarily through her eyes, that can melt and punch through solid objects with variable precision.

PsiLift: Riley uses her psionic energy to propel herself in the air, effectively granting her sustained fight.

In addition to her psionic powers, her outfit gives her some moderate defense without sacrificing her mobility, and her learning speed and reaction time have been artificially enhanced by the experiment that created her. She is also able to converse fluently in English, Chinese, Japanese, and Klingon.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Resources: High
Weaknesses: Riley's biggest weakness is essentially the infinite amount of Psionic energy she can draw on turning her into a glass cannon. She can handle sustained use of her powers as long as it's controlled well, but if she pushes beyond her limits her body can start to break down from the intense amount of energy she is channeling, making her more vulnerable or even causing physical harm if she pushes her abilities too far.

Supporting Characters:
Jordan Fletcher: The newest member of the security staff at a Poseidon Laboratory in Pacific Point, a fiery Irishwoman with an aggressive personality who becomes the unwitting recipient of a half-alien superheroine thanks to her past employment at Darrow.
Dr. Alexander Martel: An aging but sharp-witted scientist employed by Poseidon who specializes in unusual energy sources. Despite his English origin and fondness for wry humor, he gets along famously well with the newest member of his security team.
'Zhanya': Unknown Darrow Engineering employee, believed to be the sender of BPE-45A.
Sinclair Adams: Riley's fellow Pacific Point superhero and one of her best friends, both of them having cut their teeth as superheroes fighting against the Hounds of Humanity.

(More to come)

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Character you have created: Madeline "Maddy" Fen Ming / Caliber


Alias: Caliber

Speech Color: DarkGreen

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Maddy doesn't ask for much, just a little peace and quiet to get things done. Reserved and a little bit crowd-shy, she has an impressive intellect and a real talent for invention, but she's not one to show off or brag about her prolific accomplishments. More often then not she tends to blend into the background, quietly hammering away at her latest invention or working on some other bizarre project without garnering too much attention. This suits her well since her naturally inquisitive and curious nature inevitably encourages her to stick her nose where it doesn't belong. Also, while she is a bit shy, she does make friends quite easily with those who get to know her, even though they sometimes get weirded out by her...unorthodox hobbies.

Uniform/costume: Maddy's costume consists of a full body suit (think something like what Sombra wears underneath the jacket), green and black in design and constructed out of a compound fabric she designed to function with her unique power set. The bodysuit also possesses a built-in cowl and facemask complete with goggles, made from a variant of her compound fabric hardened into a glass-like substance.

Origin Info/Details: Born in Hong Kong, Madeline Fen Ming, or Maddy as she prefers to be called, was raised in a family defined by success. Her English mother has a family tree connected to half of the British East India Company, and her Chinese father liked to jokingly boast that his ancestors were responsible for the invention of gunpowder, the printing press, and General Tso's chicken. Suffice it to say they both did quite well as a businesswomen and a researcher both working for the company Yínhé International, and while they weren't always around as much as Maddy and her two siblings would have liked, Mr. and Mrs. Ming made sure that their children had a comfortable and happy childhood, providing the best education and lifestyle one could afford.

This was good for Maddy as it soon became apparent she took after her father in terms of talent and aspirations. Taking to schooling like a fish to water, Maddy did so well that the offer to skip grades became common, and she was starting to tackle college-level courses by the time she was halfway through high school. What really got her noticed was a paper she wrote discussing a new type of material, a highly adaptable fabric that could potentially change its form in response to energy input, changing size and composition to perform a variety of functions. Her parents made sure the paper got to the higher-ups at Yínhé, and in between assurances that she was set for life once she graduated and started working for the company proper, she was invited to join the Silver River Institute, a think tank and research group controlled by Yínhé, where she could begin working in research and development as an internship of sorts.

Readily accepting the offer, Maddy was shipped off to the SRI's best labs, conveniently located in Pacific Point, where she began work on developing, among other things, a prototype suit based on the material she wrote about in her research. She was still doing her research when a shootout broke out between a biker gang and a terrorist faction the Hounds of Humanity who were in league with the Silver River Institute and Maddy was caught in the crossfire, taking a bullet and getting doused in a mutagenic chemical. Unknown to anyone at the time, the chemical Maddy was doused with unlocked her metahuman abilities, giving her the ability to near instantly grow or shrink in size. She barely had time to try her new powers when the SRI's connection to the terrorist faction came out and her job was essentially liquidated. After a brief return home to recover from her interactions with the Hounds, Maddy has returned to Pacific Point, eager to prove herself and more inclined to explore what she can do with her new abilities.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle

Power Level: City Level

Powers (Be Specific): Maddy's activated metahuman genetics allow her to to manipulate the size and density of her own body, primarily manifesting in her ability to grow and shrink at will. She can shrink to a few inches tall to easily get into tight spaces, and grow to several stories tall when a direct approach is needed, which she accomplishes by subconsciously altering her size and density. She becomes proportionally stronger and durable as she increases in size, able to easily pick up heavy vehicles, deflect bullets, and even tank explosive weaponry at her largest. However, she also retains her strength and endurance when she shrinks, allowing her to still perform superhuman feats relative to her size, such as holding up a weight that she could have managed if she was at normal size when she is only a few inches tall.

Attributes:
Height: 4 foot 11 (varies)
Weight: 98 lbs. (varies)
Strength Level: Varies depending on size, but going up to +100 tons at her largest.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human < (relative to her size)
Agility: Normal Human (though more agile at smaller sizes)
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Average
Weaknesses: While she is incredibly strong and durable when she grows, Maddy is as durable as a regular human when she is at her regular height and smaller, and when she is at a particularly large size she can struggle against a more nimble opponent. She also doesn't have any real experience in hand to hand fighting, meaning there's very little technique behind her heavy blows.

Supporting Characters:

Dr. Lee Ming: Maddy's father, a biologist working for Yínhé.
Janet Ming: Maddy's mother, an executive also working in the Yínhé corporation.
Eva Walsh: An old friend she met at a ritzy party she was dragged to when she was ten years old. Said party became particularly memorable when someone put red dye in the fancy water fountains.
Terra Vespa: Maddy's bestie. a history intern at Silver River, a socially-minded history student from Utah gifted with the power of shape-shifting.

More to come, pending storyline discussions.

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"Come on man, that looks ridiculous! What are you, a Halloween ad?"

Morton continued to ignore his friend. There was a reason they called him "Cheesy" Peake; he was a classic rat who didn't know anything. Slipping on his balaclava, he struggled to adjust it to where it looked just perfect while simultaneously trying to hide his efforts. Before Cheesy could get in another dig, a sharp knock rattled the flimsy apartment door.

"Who the-" began Morton, but Cheesy waved away his concerns.

"Just the pizza guy."

"Pizza guy!? Think maybe you should have gave me the heads-up so, y'know, he doesn't see who I am?

"As if anyone knows who you are." Cheesy laughed and went to the door, hesitating before he opened it. "Oh, and you're buying, I'm out of cash."

Morton snatched up his nearly-empty and chucked it at Cheesy, popping him in the head. First the rat whines and now asks for hand-outs. Mouthing a few expletives in response, Cheesy grabbed the wallet from the ground and moved to procure his pizza, emptying the wallet of its few, lonely dollars. Pressing himself back in the already cramped apartment, Morton continued gearing up, putting the final piece on, the magnum opus, his ticket out of the gutters - the SKELE Power-Fist.

Like a child opening a Christmas present, his face lit up as he took it from its hiding spot, stashed under a rickety cabinet. Although outwardly simple, Morton, through his own limited inspection, saw it as a wonder in his eyes, a design simplistic and sufficiently brutish. A giant fist, adorned with his own addition of a painted skeletal hand, perfect for making his mark. As he slid in on, its working swallowing his arm up nearly to the elbow, he flipped a switch location behind a tiny panel. With that came the hum of its activation, as gizmos and gadgets began to whir to life, a satisfying tune that would be interrupted by a heated discussion in the next room.

"Seriously man, you ALWAYS stiff me on the tip! Not even a dollar, ONE DOLLAR!" yelled an unknown voice, though it was apparent that it belonged to the pizza delivery man. Cheesy of course denied such claims, despite them being completely true, and the argument only escalated from there. This was a special time for Morton, and he had little patience at the moment for an annoying - not to mention attention-grabbing - dispute breaking out.

Adjusting his mask one last time, he stood and quickly entered the main room, in view of the front door. Glancing over, the delivery man, some thirty-something deadbeat by the looks of him, suddenly lost his train of thought, his round of screaming fading to a vague "uhhh?" Without breaking a stride, Morton marched up to the man and delivered a quick jab to his stomach, sending the man back, out of the room, into the hallway, and right into the thin wall directly opposite the door before falling unto the carpeted floor. Cheesy stood mouth agape until the man began to stir. Looking up, the delivery man was aghast and looking a bit nauseous, and without much pomp he ran. Had Morton not lowered the power levels on his Power-Fist, he may not have been alive enough to do even that. As the man neared the staircase and took one final look at his attackers, Morton decided to put the cherry on top.

"And keep the change!"

Character you have created: Styx "Bonebreaker" Stone

Alias: Spectre Overdrive

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Medium Spring Green (00FA9A)

Character Alignment: 90's Anti Hero Extravaganza

Identity: Unknown to the public, but not kept secret.

Character Personality: While not malevolent, Styx's personality is chaotic and, to say the least, not quite like that of a human. Emotions blend and intertwine with each other, and swing wildly from one extreme to the next. Oftentimes, he is manic and inexplicably happy, with a perpetual presence of a trademark hyperactivity. Though impulsive and naive in many areas, he occasionally displays an odd sense of cunning, revealing that he is not as idiotic as he appears. The latter, however is commonly suppressed by his inability to organize his thoughts, and by extent, his actions. Despite a myriad of unflattering traits, Styx is well-meaning, and is disinterested in harming anyone who does not deserve it, though his overall concept of morality (provided he actually has one) may differ wildly from that of the living, most glaring example being that he considers death as something trivial and common. Generally, he seems to be operating on a simple set of likes, dislikes and duties.

Uniform/costume: Styx dons a high-collared leather bodysuit, with numerous belts and spikes attached throughout it, leaving only his hands and head exposed. The suit is not made out of conventional matter, but from Spectral World materials, and can thus reform along with its' owner. Additionally, an engine resembling an infernal mix between a V-8 and a bike engine sticks out of his back and can be occasionally seen glowing faintly and expelling fumes even when not in use, reacting based on its' hosts' mood.


Origin Info/Details:

Beyond the borders of the universe and the countless dimensions it houses, there lies a realm of madness. A realm that from a distance seems human, but upon closer inspection is anything but. The Realm of the Mad Dead, also known as the Spectral World. Most certainly not an afterlife, and not quite an underworld, this plane is home to a myriad of different creatures, the vast majority of them being members of the walking dead. While they are most definitely dead and loving it, not all of them recall ever having been alive, though such trivial matters do not concern the good folk of ol' Spooktown. With eternity at the palms of their spectral hands, and being dead to begin with, they spend their days pursuing the simple pleasures in death, such as ripping each other to shreds over and over and organizing demented events that seem like crude, nonsensical copies of their human counterparts.

Styx Stone was once a simple spectre, by far the most common creature of the Realm, spending his days like most of his kin. His entire unlife changed, however, the moment he found what seemed to be an engine placed right outside of his dwelling. Despite trying to get rid of it numerous times in the days that followed, it always seemed to return, waiting in a place just out of sight before Styx once again ran into it. Having grown weary of the contraption inexplicably appearing in the most inconvenient of times, he brought it to what may very well be the only functioning organization in the entire dimension, a group of scholars named The Crypt Keepers. They were more shocked to find to find the Engine out of its' underground vault than anything else, and after a quick clarification, it was made clear by them that the contraption had chosen Styx to become the Spectre Overdrive, a protector of inter-planar balance and representative of the Spectral World.

Hero Type: Supernatural/Speedster

Power Level: City at base level, upper limits unknown.

Powers:

Member of the Mad Dead: Even though bound to the material realm, Styx still retains every property of a spectre. Most importantly, being dead to begin with, and with no underworld to go to, he can reform from virtually anything that manages to injure him, making him ridiculously durable. He is also far more agile than a common human, and is unable to feel tiredness or fatigue.

Overdrive Engine: A marvel of mystical engineering, the mysterious Overdrive Engine is Styx's source of power and the single most prized artifact of the Spectral World. It has the property to open the gates between the planes and imbues its' owner with a set of powers, most prominent being the ability to "Crank" it up to increase the user's strength, durability and speed, and allows him to interact with different dimensions.

• Crank: Styx's most used ability takes the form of a violent revving up in the Overdrive Engine, followed by a flash of green light and an equally violent expulsion of a glowing ethereal substance. With every Crank that occurs, his strength and durability increase noticeably, while his speed and agility see dramatic improvements. Higher Crank levels require constant concentration and willpower, as well as effort to maintain and activate, and Styx often feels "funny" when staying in them for too long.
• Displacement: Despite being composed out of mystical elements, Styx manages to maintain his presence on earth with the power of the Engine. This makes him not fully affected by the laws of physics. Some times, depending on his control over the Engine, he seems to be extremely difficult to be moved by external influences, while others he can be seen running on vertical surfaces or moving and balancing himself in ways that'd normally be impossible.
• True Sight: Numerous spiritual planes overlap with the material universe, and Styx is able to see many of them at the same time. What may seem like crazy talk, or simply "seeing things" could very well be an honest observation.
• Volatility: Much like everything else in the Spectral World, the Engine is highly volatile even when uncranked, and the powers it can display, as well as their magnitude may differ wildly from one moment to the next.
• Maximum Overdrive: While never having reached it, it is believed that when Styx cranks the engine enough times, he may enter a state of Maximum Overdrive. It is uncertain what happens then.

Attributes:



Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses:

A Good Enough Beating: Styx has reported feeling "kinda weird" after overwhelming assaults and seems noticeably weakened after certain encounters.

Ultra-Fallible: Styx's greatest weakness perhaps comes from within. He is disorganized, even flat-out idiotic most times, and that shows. He may find himself fighting while his reason to do so has been destroyed or otherwise rendered moot, and even worse, more often than not his numerous antics serve to bring about his own defeat.

Supporting Characters/Locations:

Istvan's Dragon: An abandoned bar with a long and bloody history, it is now forbidden territory.

Johnny Dough: A kind old homeless man, seemingly the one and only squatter inside Istvan's Dragon.

Clara and Roger: Two spectres that are among the very few who can almost influence the material world. They are commonly invisible and unable to interact with it directly, only producing poltergeist effects. Clara is a calm, yet excessively bitter and hateful twenty-year old punk while Roger is a scruffy, gangling, yet mellow and friendly former trucker.

Realm of the Mad Dead: A place where human logic is a concept just as laughable as nonviolence, "Ol' Spooktown" as its' inhabitants call it, is a dimension completely cut off from the rest of the universe save for a few gateways in the Earth's material plane. A nightmarish cross between a seventies horror comic and the fever dreams of a coked up rocker, it is an endless expanse of forests, physics-defying mountains, highways, castles, bars and god knows what else.


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Character Name:
Mi’isha-cendeha’amenla Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin
Character Alias:
Michael Alistair, Micha (mee-sha)
Speech Color:
(Gold, FFD700)
Character Alignment:
A Villain, as far as I understand.
Identity:
Public. For what it’s worth, I don’t care if you know who I am. It doesn’t affect me in any way.
Age:
21 Earth-years. I was chrono-frozen for 2 earth-years however as the trip from my home planet took a while, so I am technically 23.

Uniform/costume:
Physical Appearance (Normally):
I can shapeshift. How can you even know if this is my true form?

(His true form has piercing, sharp yellow eyes that are set into a thin and strangely delicate-looking face, which in turn is framed by his mid-length dark red hair and the swirling black symbols and tattoos which flow down his neck and back, curling around to his front on his sides (kind of like a tiger’s stripes). Aside from the tattoos his skin is pale and clear, and he also has a streak of yellow hair on the left side of his head. He stands at 5’10” or about 1.8 meters tall, with a weight of 110 lbs or 50 kg. He has a lean, slightly muscular build.)

(When he shapeshifts, it is a near perfect transformation with only 2 flaws. The main symbol in his chain of tattoos, located on his lower back, is always there and visible no matter the form he has shifted into. The second flaw is less obvious but still easy to spot when you know what you’re looking for. He can not completely remove the yellow from his eyes, so from a certain angle or in a certain light his eyes will look just as bright yellow as they normally do, otherwise you might catch flashes of yellow that most would dismiss as a trick of the light.)

Character Personality:
(A stickler for tradition and order, he perfectly understands what is right, wrong and socially acceptable, at least on his own planet. He values honesty, dedication and dignity, and if you were to ask him for help with something (even if you were his enemy) he’d try his best to give clear advice and guidance. He’s a natural leader, using his knowledge and past experiences to guide him, but here on Earth he’s a bit out of his element as his culture is very different from anything we have on Earth. He is strong-willed and patient, and very good at keeping organized. He likes planning things out. Though, strong-willed also means he’s too stubborn sometimes, and he has difficulty expressing himself properly. He’s also extremely judgemental of himself and others and completely obsessed with his social status.)

Likes: (only Earth things are listed)

• Cats - They are obviously the smartest beings indigenous to this planet, they deserve your respect. Also, they’re nice to talk to.
• Coffee - I have no Idea what it is, but this drink is amazing despite it’s seeming lack of any nutritional value at all. Would you pass the cream please?
• Music - We do have a concept like this on my home planet, but it has been outlawed an ill-advised activity to partake in for centuries. I like the diversity of this world, and how it is expressed through your arts, music is unique even in this however. I have never experienced such wondrous noise before coming here.

Dislikes: (again, only Earth stuff)

• Language - There are simply too many languages on this planet, it’s a hassle to learn them all so quickly. It gives me such a headache to choose what to say to correctly make my point. English is especially tricky, many of your everyday words have no direct translation into my own tongue, or simply don’t exist. For example, the words “Hero” and “Villain” seem to keep popping up, these are two that do not exist for us.
• Rhetorical Questions - I do not understand the concept. If I am not supposed to answer, then do not ask.
• Rain - It does not rain on my planet, the water of the world flows entirely underground, the surface is a continuous and dry landmass. I do not dislike water, quite the opposite actually, but it disturbs me that it will fall from the sky at random intervals. It just doesn’t seem right.

Origin Info/Details: (I would rather develop most backstory IC, so this is just how he got to Earth and maybe leading into what happens in his intro arc, not really why or how he got his powers.)

(Split in two for fun. This is if he’s talking to a human.)
I am part of a team of Explorers sent to map out this part of the galaxy for resources. The Gas giants of your solar system just happen to be rich in an element that your culture has no use for yet, or possibly ever. Members of my team are chosen by our “government”, as you would call it. I am the second-in-command and a skilled fighter, tasked with protecting the rest of the crew rather than retrieving shiny rocks from larger space-rocks.
(Talking to a crew-member now)
Don’t let them know we came to ╔╦╩╨╤╥╙═╬╠╧╘╒╓╫╓ ×╫…. They’ll catch on soon enough. I, don’t care what the Genrinam’nodi Jouldigenen said, we’re almost 8 light-years away from his jurisdiction, and with our Cenam-pehtemidno (Captian, Cenam for short) actually bothering to speak with these intelligent monkeys I’m fully in my rights to take command. It is my duty to protect you, and by even landing here the Cenam has basically signed your death warrants. These are a violent and warlike people from what I’ve seen of their backwards-society, and it seems they will not hesitate to kill us despite the obvious fact that they’re mostly drastically inferior to us, in all aspects of existence. What’s that look for, comrade?

Hero Type:
Shapeshifter, Alien, partially-psychic abilities(?)
((little bit of psychicness listed because of TT and related powers, as well as the language thing))
Power Level:
I’m no fool, I know I can’t take on all the world at once, but a city or two should be easy for me to throw into chaos. (city / low world level)
Powers:
Shape-shifting - I can shift into anyone or anything, though depending on the thing the change takes some time. My eyes and tattoos are the only ‘gives’ that I know of, the only ways to tell that it’s me and not the person or animal I may look like. Also, I am not psychic, and therefore do not know things that whoever I have shifted into would know.

Linguistic Assimilation - The ability to instantly learn, speak and understand any language through physical contact with someone who already knows the language. This allows me to speak, write, and understand any language, even an animal’s language. However, just because I can speak it doesn’t mean I completely understand what I am saying. I perceive what I say as being in my own tongue, and anything you say to me is the same way. Many Earth words don’t have direct translations, or any translation at all into my language, so communication is not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

(For everything related to TT, focus is key. If Micha can’t focus he can’t use these abilities at all.)
Tactile Telekinesis (TT) - I have the ability to utilize a type of personal force field made of telekinetic energy. When in use, my body is completely surrounded by this invisible energy field, protecting me from harm and enhancing my physical abilities such as strength and speed. However this is the most draining of my abilities and the longest I can keep up the full bubble is an hour; also, immense amounts of repetitive physical force can break through the energy field no matter how much stamina I have left.

TT ½ - I can also use TT to manipulate objects that I am in direct contact with (Like another person, a glass of water, or the ground) without needing to form the energy bubble around me. I can also manipulate myself in any way without the bubble formed at all.

Density shifting - I have the ability (as a result of TT) to control my own density and that of any persons or objects I am directly touching, thus giving me the ability to phase through pesky things like walls and bullets.

Flight - Also because of TT, I can Fly (or levitate) by manipulating my own body through the air. This is about as energy draining as running is for humans and so I can’t keep it up forever, and I can’t cary others while flying.

Attributes:

Resources:
Average I suppose. I have a hidden but broken spaceship to call home, and can most likely just go get anything I need once I find out I need it. Wait, what is "money"?
Weaknesses: (In 3rd person 'cause he'd never openly tell anybody this stuff)
1: The ‘tells’ for when he’s shifted: yellow not entirely gone from his eyes, and the black tattoo on his back that never goes away or disappears, no matter what form he takes. Also, depending on the form he's shifting into and how different it is from his current form, shifting can take anywhere from a couple seconds to a minute.
2: Tactile Telekinesis (TT) and flight are especially draining abilities for him, and anything relating to TT requires focus in order to use at all.
3: Has a severe physical reaction (like an allergy) to pure Silver or Iron. His skin will burn on contact and blister painfully. Cuts and other wounds made by these metals will take considerably longer to heal.

Supporting Characters:
- Kinam-lala’amno Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin (Sister) - Half sister, thank-you-very-much. Our father broke many rules to keep us both alive, in my opinion it was a wasted effort. She’s not worth the air she breathes.
- Fluffy (First friend on Earth) - A wonderful, kind, and intelligent companion. He tells me he currently lives on the streets, and despite being a cat, seems to have low self-esteem. I blame humans for that, but he seems to like you lot, so when he’s around I’ll consider our disagreements to be put on hold.
- SiEnAm #124 (present only for the intro arc) - It would be said “SEA-124” in English, and I’m not going to tell you what it stands for. This was the group of explorers that I was with when we came to Earth. Our goal was not originally to make contact or diplomatic relations with Earth, but actually to harvest resources from the Gas Giants of this solar system. We didn’t even know there was life here until we reached your solar system and our sensors were in range to pick up your signals.

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Angel wears a hoodie and jeans, most of the time, with a tank top underneath. His headphones and laptop connect directly to Sherlock, the A.I. he had 'liberated' from S.T.R.I.K.E.

The Armored Titan Defense suit is about 3 times the size of a normal human, and is colored gunmetal black, to give it some semblance of stealth.