[quote=@vancexentan][hider=Greg Gatling]
Name: Greg Gatling

Title/Alias: Mister Mystery

Picture/Description: 

Greg wears  average everyday normal clothes while he acts as himself but constantly wears the black suit, and the rest of his attire while performing acts on stage. As a hero he constantly changes his face, or shrouds it in a shroud of blurryness to prevent people from seeing it. His true self has black slicked back hair, white skin, green eyes, and he stands about the height of 5'9. He is slender and isn't very muscular at all. 

Powers/Abilities: Toon Force (Reality Warping, Cartoon Physics, General 'Magic')

Gear: A (Kevlar lined) fine black suit, a black top hat, a fake gun, and a wand that he really only uses as a focus for his powers.

Personality: Loony, fun loving, over the top, and heavily sarcastic it is not unfamiliar to see Greg act like a teenager with an abundance of power. He enjoys pranks, toys, and all sorts of nutty plans. He takes his job as a hero seriously only when he needs to in life and death situations. He is forgiving, and very much dislikes the concept of death to the point where he actively denies that it will happen to him some may even say that he is afraid of it. He enjoys drinking, and smoking and general debauchery as well unlike many heroes. He lacks any sort of professionalism unless the situation absolutely demands that he has to be. He loves children and likes to show off his many tricks around them. He has a wild imagination as well which let's him think outside the box and of different possibilities that many others would just pass over. 

He hates evil in all it's forms viewing it as the ultimate sign of both personal and mental weakness. He does however do his best to try and help people who want to repent from their dark ways even going out of his own way to do so. He wants to help people above all else and more than anything he wants to become a symbol that people can look to for help. It is this drive to be the people's hope that keeps him doing what he is doing otherwise he'd have stopped his act a long time ago.

Bio:

Born in New York City to two wealthy stage magicians life for Greg wasn't exactly normal. He spent most of his childhood traveling from place to place with his parents performing and learning the family trade. His childhood wasn't anything fancy but he met a lot of people and spent a lot of time reading comic books. He loved watching cartoons on tv as well when he parents where busy doing other things. However....he wasn't exactly the normal child his parents thought he'd be. It soon became clear that he was not normal. He was capable of making his toys float, make objects appear and disappear at will. It was if he had super powers...and even then he wasn't particular normal. He could change things, walk on thin air, cause fires at will and more. It wasn't until long that his father contacted their grand father for help. His grand father admitted that the family had a strange curse running with them and that every once in awhile one of the family members would display weird strange powers. When or how this curse started no one knew. 

However despite this curse Greg kept training with his parents and learning the trade when he wasn't being tutored by one of his various teachers that his parents hired due to him being unable to stay in one location to be schooled continuously. Greg became an amazing magister at an early age and started to work with his parents with all sorts of projects eventually becoming the star of the show. His parents adored him and through his teenage years he became a street performer using his honed talents to amaze people on the street with his talents. However street life would lose it's luster and he'd take up a spot on his own show eventually becoming a well known performer in his own right. He'd train with his staff constantly to make the act as amazing as possible all the while reading comics and volunteering at orphanages when he could. 

One day his life would change forever when he donned his now iconic uniform by chance and ran into a group of bank robbers. Initially his first thoughts were to run but with his powers he decided he could be more. He put on a mask and went into the situation. The robbers didn't take him seriously...until he turned the floor underneath them into really quicksand. He turned one of the other's gun into a giant fat cat, and the others quickly gave up after realizing that they were fighting a meta-human with an amazing power. Greg thought this to be a one off thing but as more and more incidents happened around him he couldn't turn a blind eye. And using his powers he'd form the man who the people would dub Mr. Mystery. He'd use his powers to create a constant shroud around him allowing him to do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without being spotted. He refused to show himself to the JS because he didn't appreciate their authority and thought he was small time. But with the league now missing it was time he'd suit up for real and become a big timer.[/hider]
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Your character looks interesting for sure, but I am going to have to ask you to elaborate on "Toon Force."


[quote=@Almosegosum]
[hider=Dr. Malacoda Zatanna]

[h2]The Justice League Fallen[/h2]


[b]Name:[/b] Dr. Malacoda Zatanna (21)

[b]Title/Alias:[/b] N/A

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[b]Picture/Description:[/b] Malacoda (Coda to his friends stands) at 6”1’, with boring brown hair and eyes. He had never really cared for what his wore - yet when he met his ‘beloved’ cousin - Zatanna, she instilled in him a distressing need to ‘at least try and look nice’ - that being said he makes sure to have his hair cut once every two weeks, while having his private tailor keep up with the latest trends - and just send over new apparel when he deems style had moved on. He keeps his face clean shaven, and… by her insistence - moisturized. While this all is more of habit, than a desire - he does believe in keeping himself healthy - yet at the prospect of exercise, even the thought of it tires him out - so he just uses magic to keep in shape.

[b]Powers/Abilities:[/b] He has memorised the majority of the arcane library, of both his line and that of the rest of his extended families. That being said, he does not actually have the ability to do many of the spells because he lacks the magical vigor or stamina to sustain them. This has never bothered him because his repertoire, and his creativity has always circumvented any need for sustained high level spells.

Teleportation
Telekinesis 
Telepathy
Flight
Location spells (only within city range)
Reading any language
Understanding any language
Speaking any language
Long term light/short term heavy Elemental Manipulation
Shields
Enchanting of objects (if done over extended periods the effect becomes permanent)
etc.

[b]Gear(optional):[/b] He carries an umbrella, that is imbued with a shield charm that can stop most physical things, and when twirled in a circle opens a portal to wherever he wishes - he can do these spells on his own, but it is much faster with the umbrella. His scarf can become halfway sentient as an extension of his own mind, and do a variety of things - such as restrict someone else, wrap around something and pull him towards it, or it towards him. The fibers at the end can serve as a hand, and pick up objects and carry it for him, when he can’t be bothered to do it himself. His leather shoes can walk on water, and are completely slip resistant.

[b]Personality:[/b] He is a quiet man, who prefers the company of books to people. He lives a rather sedentary life, where he values his wingback chair and reading lamp more than most other people on earth. When angered, he becomes even calmer, and will offer only one tell - a slight narrowing of the eyes - which few have ever seen. He does value the opinions of the powerful and influential - however this is not an indicator of deference, but rather he sees them in his mind - as though they were but council to him being king. This confidence in his own intellect often leads to him forgetting or ignoring his physical shortcomings. He has very few friends, and only they know his more considerate side, where he might still think you a moron, but might humor you regardless.

[b]Bio:[/b] He grew up mostly alone - his parents often spending time in other dimensions, talking to people and beings they naturally found far more interesting than their son. He of course understood this well, and had been a ‘good sport’ about it from a very young age. Thus, he meandered about the warded manor, empty of servants since everything cleaned and ordered itself for the most part. Having always had a rather retentive memory (which in his mind made up for his physical lack) - He spent the majority of his childhood memorising the many libraries in the house. 

When His parents returned for his seventh birthday, They realised they might have to organise a play-date of sorts, since he had ran out of books. So for the next few years he would spend months at a time, visiting ancient witches and warlocks all over the world - learning and reading with them. It was around his fourteenth birthday that he first met his one and only Cousin - very far removed. Having been sheltered herself - she took quite a bit of interest in keeping him entertained, and was slightly discontent with just reading for most of the day - as he wanted. She would talk about her friends while she transfigured his clothing and did his hair - and prompt him to join her little League. He politely declined. She extended the offer every time they met. 

Then his parents, on their 30th anniversary - decided to do something daring and open a portal into a realm no one had ever tried before. They Promptly were pulled in and never heard from again. It was rather disconcerting. Having suddenly no guardians anymore - he continued to do what he had been doing before their demise - save now he also went out, saw the great operas on all of the great stages of the world. He talked about art and physics and philosophy with University lecturers, and music with concert pianists. By his eighteenth year he had accidentally graduated from three universities - simply by showing up and sitting in lectures, and doing the work without actually having been signed in. When the administration found out, they gave him his doctorates anyway. 

Now he is 21 and peacefully goes about his days - eating in fine restaurants, reading classical novels, writing academic papers and reviews, going to the opera or ballet as often as he can get tickets, all the while  ignoring most of the conflict in the world and slightly missing his cousin. When at the Gotham Opera House a few days ago however, during the final movement of Liszt’s Faust Symphony - The riddler thought to intervene. Confounding most of the spectators with some trivial bit of word play, he called out the answer before the riddle could be given in it’s entirety. This pissed off the Garishly Green wearing fellow, and he tried to blow up the Building. Of course he had to be stopped, and since the Batman clearly was not going to do it… well - there is always a first time for everything. It seemed that evening it was a first for Heroics. How fun...[/hider]
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I have to ask as to the normal extent of his magical stamina and power. With the number of magic users coming in it could have an affect on the extent of power each can use... too many wizards in one group you know, they could do anything.

[quote=@Double]
[hider=Theran Kar]
[b]Name:[/b] Theran Kar

[b]Title/Alias:[/b] Hawkman

[b]Picture/Description:[/b]
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(Not sure how I feel about this particular design, so this might change if something better comes up.)

[b]Powers/Abilities:[/b] Thanagarian Physiology: Bird-like wings, superhuman strength and durability, as well as hawk-like vision. They are known across the galaxy as a war-like people, renowned for their skill on the battlefield.

[b]Gear(optional):[/b] Theran wears battle armor and wields a spear, both made of Nth Metal, a special mineral native to his home planet of Thanagar. Like most Nth Metal equipment, they possess mystical properties allowing them to be effective against the likes of Green Lantern power rings or Kryptonian durability.

[b]Personality:[/b] Theran considers himself a warrior above all else. His people are rather famous for their pride and stubbornness, and Theran is no exception. Villains and heroes alike should take care that they do not insult his pride or honor, lest they wish to pay the price by fighting him in a duel. As a member of a warrior race, Theran values strength over anything else, but will often point out that strength can take many forms: be it physical, mental, and even spiritual... though he does admit to having a bit of bias for physical strength for obvious reasons.

[b]Bio:[/b] Born on the war-like world of Thanagar, Theran was trained from a young age to be a tough and uncompromising warrior, like many of his kind. When he reached adulthood, Theran joined the Thanagarian police force, hoping to use his strength and skill to bring down evil and villainy. Unfortunately for him, the police force he had also become infamous for its corruption, officers backstabbing one another for the sake of promotions and other forms of inner politics. It certainly wasn't the heroic environment Theran envisioned. Still, he tried to remain a good cop in spite of all that... but sometimes even the best of people can still fall victim to corruption. Theran had gained a bit of a reputation among his comrades for his spotless record, and some began to view him as a threat, believing that if he rose high enough he could destroy much of their corrupt organization. The other officers staged a political assassination and successfully framed Theran for it. Due to his prior service, he was spared outright execution, but Theran was given the second-highest punishment: exile. Theran was banished from Thanagar and told he would be put to death should he ever return.

Theran wandered the galaxy for a time... drifting from planet to planet and occasionally dishing out intergalactic vigilante justice wherever he could. The more he wandered, the more Theran learned of another pair of his people who had also left home: Katar Hol and Sheyara Hol. Following rumors and stories, Theran learned they had found their way to a remote planet called Earth and decided to follow in their footsteps. They sounded like good people, the kind he would gladly call his friends. The closer to Earth he got, the more stories Theran heard, soon learning of a group called the Justice League of which Katar and Sheyara were apparently a part of. However, by the time Theran finally reached Earth, the Justice League vanished, including Katar and Sheyara. Disappointed, but not discouraged, Theran decided to stick around on Earth on the off-chance that the JLA would return. Just as before, Theran used his skills and training to fight villainy wherever he found it. Strangely, the people of Earth almost immediately called him a strange name, but one he supposed was fitting due to his appearance: Hawkman. Of course, Theran had no knowledge of that name's significance, nor that it once belonged to the very Thanagarians he wished to meet.[/hider]
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Your CS looks pretty straight-forward great tie-in as well.