These pics will likely show up as gigantic until the site resizes them. However this is an idea of what I'm hoping to see. A few canons reimagined, a few originals, a few cannons barely altered....
@Member 00492 Ya know, one of these days I'm going to post my interest in one of your RP's and actually get around to putting up a CS XD.
Anyway, for character ideas, I've got at least two-
One- some Average Joe who just so happens to have physical abilities that approach Kryptonian standards... but he's spent his whole life actively avoiding anything to do with spandex, capes and people with death rays trying to murder him until it's abruptly forced upon him via being on the receiving end of a brutal beat down by Bizarro while desperately trying to buy time for someone from the league (who, as a rule, tend to actually know what the hell they're doing) to show up and save his town.
He has no eye lasers. No freezing breath. No ability to fly. He can't breathe in space. And he's in way over his head.
Two- An old idea I've had floating around in my head for a while now; washed-up teenage super-team reject who grew up to be a semi-homeless hero-for-hire/freelance cop, traversing north and south America in an old Ford Bronco taking down villains and fighting crime with nothing but his wits, an arsenal of MacGuyvered weaponry and one hell of a chip on his shoulder.
More folk-hero than caped crusader, he's somewhat skeptical about the kind of people who wear tights and capes and make bombastic speeches about justice and virtue (for reasons that have nothing at all to do with being very publicly cast out of his former team in favour to be replaced by someone more marketable), but does acknowledge the usefulness of the league as a whole... this does not, however, mean he's ever going to stop being a sarcastic prick.
The first one sounds more like somebody ready for the JL. Kinda puts me in the mind of the character Major Bummer...
Dude has immeasurable strength and had no desire to be a superhero. There are lame heroes in his universe who want him to join their team of wannabes, aliens after him to unlock the source of his power, etc. Was a damn good series. I'd love it if this guy existed in the mainstream DCU...
@Member 00492 I'mma read that when I get the chance, but that sounds pretty close to what I was aiming for- Some guy with immense potential... if he wasn't a chainsmoking, borderline-alcoholic who wanted nothing to do with superheroics and never trained a day in his entire goddamn life until it was abruptly (and literally) beaten into his face.
@Member 00492 I'mma read that when I get the chance, but that sounds pretty close to what I was aiming for- Some guy with immense potential... if he wasn't a chainsmoking, borderline-alcoholic who wanted nothing to do with superheroics and never trained a day in his entire goddamn life until it was abruptly (and literally) beaten into his face.
I'll put a sheet up when I'm off work.
I think Major Bummer got involved whenever he saw a chick in a spandex uniform for the first time. Which is really all it'd take for any man to spring into action.
Why am I picturing an army of Cloned and disposable Soldiers
Olympic level athletes and Elite soldiers who were loyal to a sleazy government type who doesn't care that every clone knows the life of the previous clone up to the point of their death, in fact, sees it as an asset for recon of dangerous and guarded facilities; send in a Clone to see what is killing people and when she dies question the new clone on what she saw as she died to arm her with the tools of the trade even a suicide system and send her in.
@RumikoOhara That'd be perfect for Suicide Squad, but IDK that the League would be down with letting somebody die over and over again. They're still flesh and bone? A robot or techno-organism might not be so bad, like the Cylons in the recent Battlestar Galactica remake [if you're not familiar, when a Cylon dies its consciousness is sent into another fresh Cylon at their Mother Ships]. The League just lost two of it's founders in battle, so I don't think they'd go into this with somebody they'd basically continue killing.
Robotman however was one of the original JL in this that was killed. IF you would be okay with making your clone a robot, she could somehow be tied to this universe's Robotman. Kinda like how Red Tornado always gets ripped apart in big battles then gets brought back online and given a new body...
I was thinking of her as an example of What is "Human?", she'd be created by an alien device which the government found and is using.
They have the origional and she's only identical on a genetic level, she's a former Science Teacher who taught at a Mid-west Highschool not a soldier which is what the device turns out. Because it makes clones of the teacher the government claims that they don't have anymore rights than a car or toaster. They send her in to do Bomb Disposal or infected locations, Irraidated locations any place where risking an actual person isn't safe; they do it because they know in seconds she'll be replaced by an identical copy.
For the Justice League she could be a Government observer who's treated as if she's disposable by her superior
It's a great idea, I just don't think the JL would let her die all the time. Worst case scenario sure, to take down Kite Man and his gang? Not so much death required... the League in my mind would try to let their clone live a little. Kinda like what they did with Longshadow...
With it being the Guild's tenth anniversary I'm feeling nostalgic. The very first RP I ever took part in I remade Bulletman for a Justice Society RP back in '03 my senior year of high school. I've got a few different versions of him saved on the computer still... so I might change up from Manhunter to Bulletman.
Death Grips - Ring a Bell Name: Warren Keegan Alias: Formerly Springheeled Jack, currently Dhampir Age: 209 - Physically 22 Personality: Relentless, impulsive, cocky, altruistic, humorous. Archetype: Supernatural Powers: Warren's powers stem from his Dhampir physiology. As a result, his body as a whole is a lot more enhanced than the average human. Furthermore, although his abilities are not as powerful as they would be without his necklace, he is able to breathe a small amount of fire, enough to melt iron, but not for a long enough time to do any proper damage to a super-person.
If he were to take off his necklace he would only be able to properly control his actions for a rather short amount of time before reverting back to his bloodlusted ways. However, his abilities would enhance greatly, he would be able to breathe much hotter flame and even grow wings. Weaknesses: While not a proper weakness, religious paraphernalia makes Warren feel rather queasy. Furthermore, a rather large weakness for him is his reliance on blood. If he doesn't drink fresh human blood at least once a week he begins to gradually become weaker until his eventual death. He is currently supplied blood through a blood bank, but if this were to run out then he may have to resort to more drastic measures. Lastly, he is weaker to silver and a weapon made from this harms him as it would any normal human.
On top of all of this, Warren is still half human. Enough punishment is bound to kill him and although he can survive a few bullets, a shotgun blast to the face will still destroy his brain. Appearance: Warren stands at 6 foot and has a fit physique. His hair is rather unkempt and dark black. His facial hair is rather scruffy, but he shaves it every now and then to stop it from becoming a full beard. While he has grown rather accustomed to the fashion trends of today, his hero garb consists his old victorian longcoat, waistcoat and trousers accompanied with a hood to obscure his identity to a degree. Furthermore, he bears his fangs more publicly and his eyes change into a bright red hue. Character Evolution: He wishes to learn how to better control his 'curse' and wishes to learn more about current society. BRIEF Bio: Warren was born just before the start of the Victorian era to a vampire and a human. The vampire, an esteemed Marquess of Ireland, kept as much distance as possible from the young cockney peasant girl he had impregnated and their son. To keep her quiet, he often sent payments, varying in size depending on how generous he felt.
Warren grew up in a time that was rife with child labour. He had to begin working at a factory from a young age and grew up fighting with the various street children and thugs that riddled London at the time. He only discovered his powers during puberty, when he miraculously managed to take on a group of men trying to mug him on his way home from work without taking a scratch. The power began to take a violent turn near the end of puberty. He began lusting for blood, and too long without the taste of it would turn him into a shell of violence. He couldn't control his actions as he flew into the night and assaulted victim after victim in the pursuit of blood. Eventually he gained the nickname 'Springheeled Jack'. Tales of his assaults were often exaggerated, but a degree of truth remained in most.
This went on for a few years, until he was about 20 and was confronted by an alchemist who had laid a trap for the young Dhampir. He had created a necklace, infused with sunlight and silver which dampened his abilities greatly and made him a lot more level headed. Alas, the alchemist was much too safe to believe Warren's pleas of innocence and managed to send him into a comatose state before burying him deep in a stone tomb underground.
Warren woke up years later, having been transported to the Gotham museum under the pretense that his rather ornate tomb was empty. A villain attempting to steal said tomb triggered his awakening and the ensuing fight with Batman only rose the crime fighters awareness of Warren's presence. Batman worked to reintegrate Warren into modern society and adapted his powers for use in crime fighting. Notes: -Warren utilizes a pair of spiked knuckle dusters. Sample Post: The night was cold and damp. Rain poured heavily onto Warren as he sat, perched on a rooftop peering over the urban metropolis that lay before him. Batman had given him an earpiece that could tap into police radio frequencies. Warren had little idea how to use it, but it seemed to be working. Wave after wave of small crimes came in through the earpiece. It seemed to be a rather quiet night, nothing really of concern.
Well that jinxed it.
Warren's ear exploded with news of a hostage situation inside an apartment complex just south of where he was now. He rose to his feet, turning on his heel before sprinting and leaping across the roof tops until he was within eye sight of the situation. A crowd of police officers had formed under the moonlight. Some of the few civilians who had managed to escape were also a part of the crowd, staring up in wonderment at the building as if hoping something bad would happen.
Warren bared his fangs, scanning the building for the room they were held in. He found it, top floor. Without as much as a word he leaped from the roof onto the side of the apartment, clambering up the building like a demon, even jamming his fist into the side of the wall at one point or another just to get a grip. He was starting to feel weak, his blood wasn't to arrive for another few days and he couldn't risk another night being weak.
Soon enough he was at the window of the room. He grabbed a flower pot hanging on the fire escape and with one accurate throw, knocked out the lights in the room sending the kidnappers into darkness kicking and swearing. "I'll give you one chance, put down your guns and put your hands behind your head or things get messy." He demanded in his usual cockney drawl. "Fuck you, limey!" Was the only reply he got. "I was hoping you'd say that." He replied, vaulting into the room and slide tackling one of the criminals before hammer punching his nose to a sickening crunch, signalling one of his friends to turn and begin firing.
The room was lit up by gunfire as a bullet passed through Warren's thigh. As if it was nothing he sprinted towards the gunfire, ripping the gun from the gunmans hands and smacking him across the jaw with it, sending him flying into the fridge. The last gunman was easy, all bark and no bite, couldn't even fire the gun. Warren simply made his way over to him before sinking his teeth into his throat and leaving him on the floor, too weak to move. He'd survive, but he'd feel slightly lightheaded for the next few days.
I think Major Bummer got involved whenever he saw a chick in a spandex uniform for the first time. Which is really all it'd take for any man to spring into action.
-00492
Spring into action in more than one way I bet he is hoping ;)
@Member 00492 Just finished up my sheet about an hour earlier than I thought I would. Hope it's up to par.
EDIT: Here's the sheet for easy access.
Name: Vic Sage (born Charles Victor Szasz) Age: 26 Personality: Brave - Ruthless - Determined - Paranoid - Eccentric Archetype: Standard human
Pragmatic Combatant: Vic is adept at hand-to-hand combat, his fighting style mostly consisting of a combination of street fighting and boxing. In addition to this, he is known to do anything to win a fight, including using objects within the environment as weapons and resorting to dirty tricks (I.E. hitting his opponent in the privates). Genius: Vic is highly intelligent, being able to use this intellect to decipher codes and, well, ciphers, hack into computer terminals and other electronics, and plan strategies. Master Detective: Vic is a brilliant investigator, though he's still a long way from being at Batman's skill level. He can spot even the smallest of details and make deductions from minuscule evidence. Indomitable Will: Vic has a resolve of steel; if he sets his mind to something, he does it. All of it. This allows him to resist torture and any other attempts to break his mind or spirit. This doesn't mean that he can take said torture for long without passing out or dying from the pain; just that he won't give in to it. Strong Sense of Justice (upside): Without a doubt, Vic is someone who will always stand by his views of good and evil; he believes in moral absolutism, good and evil with no shades of grey, and will not compromise on his views for anything. Justice must be held, and evil must be punished. Because of these views, it is almost impossible to make him turn from the side of good.
Normal Human: Unlike most of the League, Vic is just a normal human. He still needs to eat, drink, and sleep, he is not fast enough to dodge bullets, he is not durable enough to shrug off knives and other weapons, and he is not strong enough to punch holes in concrete walls; he's just a normal man trying to do good. No Gadgetry: Unlike other heroes with no powers who have a vast array of gadgets to aid them in their acts of vigilantism, Vic only has his bare hands and whatever is around him. He doesn't have a grappling hook, question mark shaped boomerangs, or shark repellent (though that would be useful). Glass Jaw: To add to one of my last statements, Vic is not durable, even by normal human standards. While definitely stronger than most normal humans, it does not extend to defense. If a person with super strength were to punch him, he would most likely be crushed like a bug even if they toned their strength down. Bad Reputation: Vic is a well-known crackpot, and others usually avoid him because of this. Of course, this reputation is warranted, due to his paranoid nature, ruthlessness bordering on psychopathy, and anti-social attitude. Due to his reputation, people are hesitant to work with him and unlikely to trust him. Horrible With Others: Vic is very independent, and does not enjoy working with others. While he will suck it up most of the time, if someone comes up with a plan that he doesn't like, he will ignore it in favor of his own plan. Strong Sense of Justice (downside): Vic's belief that evil must be punished is so strong that he will not let a villain get away with their crimes (even if bringing said villain to justice would bring about the end of the world or something similar). Similarly, if someone does something evil for the greater good, he will not let them go unpunished. The only way to prevent him from enacting justice on those he perceives as evil is to kill him.
Appearance:Vic is a rather average man, standing at 5'9 with a slim yet athletic figure and almost always seen wearing a suit and tie. He has red hair that he keeps short and neat, and no facial hair to speak of. In addition, he has fair skin and brown eyes, giving him the image of a nine-to-five office worker instead of a dangerous vigilante. Vic's costume usually consists of a suit, a trench coat, and a fedora; however, if he needs to act immediately, he will just use whatever he was wearing at the time. He wears a mask of Pseudoderm (artificial skin originally designed as a bandage), which cements itself to his face using a special bonding gas. The gas also changes the color of his clothing, in addition to changing his hair color from red to black. Finally, his costume sports elevator shoes, boosting his height by two inches. Character Evolution: I'd like for Question to begin as a very standoffish person, rarely interacting with others if it isn't on a mission. Over time, he would slowly befriend one hero (or multiple heroes) and open up to them. And, if anyone decides to play Huntress and is open to it, then I'd like to have a romance similar to the one they shared in the JLU cartoon (because that pairing will always be my OTP). Bio: Charles Victor Szasz was born to a prostitute and one of her clients, whom she only ever referred to as 'Walter'. Despite what most would think, his home life wasn't horrible, or at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been. His mother did her best to care for him, never blaming him for her problems or taking out her anger on him, and she ensured that Charles had the best life that she could provide.
However, outside of home, Charles was frequently the target of bullying and scorn due to his mother's profession and origin within the slums. Most of the time, Charles would just take it and never react; however, when he was ten, he was taken away by Child Protective Services after getting into a fight with two boys who cornered him, which ended in one boy being blinded in one eye by a lit cigarette and the other having part of his cheek bitten off.
When asked what made him do this, he stated that they called him a 'whoreson' and various other things. Normally, he would be fine with this, but when one asked the other if he thought Charles's mother would suck their dicks for a dollar, he flew into a rage. He was sent to a run-down home for problematic children, and everything he did that could be perceived as bad was punished with a few hard wraps on the knuckles with a yard stick. Despite many attempts, he was never adopted by a family, and spent the rest of his childhood and adolescence there.
At eighteen, Charles was let go from the home. He did his best to track down his mother, only to discover that she had died five years earlier. Jobless, homeless, and with no hope left, he was found and taken in by a college professor named Aristotle 'Tot' Rodor, who became something like the father that Charles never had. He changed his name to Vic Sage and, with Tot's help, got into college and graduated with a major in journalism. He got a job at a news station at the age of 22, and became an anchorman at the age of 24.
A year ago, Tot approached Vic and informed him that one of his colleagues, Arby Twain, was going to sell a substance called Pseudoderm to third world countries despite its toxicity if applied to open wounds. Vic wanted to take Twain down, but could not do so as himself because of his famous features. Tot then suggested that Vic use a mask made of Pseudoderm to do so, and Vic agreed. Vic took down Twain, getting a recorded confession from him, before binding him in Pseudoderm and leaving him in front of the police station along with a copy of the confession.
After that, Vic decided that this new alter-ego would be useful, and began to use it to fight crime and dig up leads where he couldn't go as Vic Sage. Eventually, Tot modified the bonding gas for Pseudoderm to also change Vic's hair color and the color of his clothing, and Vic gave this alter-ego a name: The Question. And so, the faceless vigilante as we know him was born. After a year of fighting crime, he heard about how the Justice League was recruiting, and decided to join them in order to enact justice on a larger scale. Notes: This Question takes inspiration from the DCAU Question, Rorschach from Watchmen, and some of my own personal additions. Expect a character that's basically Rorschach if he didn't kill criminals and was obsessed with conspiracies... Wait, sorry; Conspiracy, singular. He speaks in a pidgin fashion, which means that any conversations with him will be laconic and to the point. One would easily mistake it for broken English if it wasn't for his American accent. Now in Microhero form!With the original costume to boot! (No, it's not that original costume)
The Question stands at his perch on the rooftop of an office building. In the distance, he hears a car alarm, and adjusts his fedora before running across the rooftops in the direction of said alarm. Soon enough, he arrives at the scene, finding a man breaking into a parked car. 'Carjacking,' Question thinks, 'easy.' Swiftly and silently, Question slips down the fire escape on the side of the building. He peeks around the corner, looking at the criminal as he fumbles about inside the car, attempting to hotwire it. 'First time carjacking... Correction: very easy.' Gracefully, Question flits about from shadow to shadow, making his way to the car. Soon enough he stands next to the driver's door, the car thief not noticing him. Question punches the door's window, breaking through it and grabbing the thief by the throat at the same time. After dragging the thief out of the broken window and into the street, Question stands menacingly over him. The thief, cowering, looks up at the faceless vigilante in a mix of fear and shock. "Y-your fucking face!" He stammers out in disbelief. Question shrugs, "Acne cream." "S-shit man, don't kill me! I'll... I'll split the profit with you after I sell the c-car! Just don't kill m-me, please!" The thief raises his hands to cover his face. Question stares at the man for a moment... Before chuckling. The would-be carjacker looks at him in disbelief, then asks: "The hell is so funny?" "Won't kill you," Question pauses, and the thief sighs a breath of belief. "Will knock you out." "Wait, wha- OOF!" The thief is silenced by a quick kick to the face, and his eyes roll back as he slips into blissful unconsciousness. The Question stands over him for a moment, before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffing the thief to a streetlamp. With one last chuckle, Question reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his calling card, dropping it in the thief's lap as he goes. An hour later, two police officers find a man in ratty clothing cuffed to a streetlamp. In his lap, they find a plain white business card. One officer picks it up, and drops it in surprise when it emits smoke. When the smoke clears, the two officers look at the card on the ground, seeing that a black question mark has appeared on it. A breeze blows the card off the ground, and the two officers watch as it flits away into the night.
@Member 00492 Here is the completed sheet with updated powers! Lemme know if something is wrong.
Name: Judah Manet Alias: Formerly known as Triune, Recently adopted the name “Judgement” Age: 21 Personality: Indecisive, Spacey, Relaxed, Distinct, Compliant Archetype: Mystic Powers: Three power sets? WHAAAT??? Judah’s powers are derived from 3 entities, his own spirit, a demon and an angel. All 3 are bound together and depending on how he decides to handle a situation, he gets different powers. His normal state is his Neutral/Purgatory. Neutral/Purgatory Empathy: Can feel the emotions of people he makes eye contact with “Ghosting”: Intangibility and levitation (NOT flight) Basic magic: Anything from manipulating an object to breaking the laws of physics in slight ways. Not an expert so nothing incredible will come from this. Purgatory Ambassador: Speak with the recently deceased and any other ghosts still stuck there, see spirits/ghosts and go to and from that plane.
Demonic/Hell Malicious Empathy: Can slightly bestow negative emotions (Anger, Greed, Jealousy, Fear etc.) via eye contact. Shapeshifting: Limited to humanoids and a demonic look, Judah can go from a spine covered hulking demon to a lathe and smooth succubus (that’s right, gender changes are possible) Enhanced strength and speed: Moreso strength than speed, but only slightly superhuman levels of each. Pyrokinesis: Hellfire, baby!
Angelic/Heaven Inspiring Empathy: Can slightly bestow positive emotions (Calmness, Courage, Hope, Happiness etc.) via eye contact Enhanced speed and strength: Moreso speed than strength this time Holy Armor: Enhanced holy armor to raise durability, comes with a neat shield and sword! Detect Evil: Can literally smell evil, other than that no way to detect it. Flight: Wings. Enough said Electrokinesis: Call upon the powers of holy lightning!
Weaknesses: Can't act without deciding, which sometimes turns inot a heated argument. Banishments remove 2/3rds of his powers for about 24 hours too. Oh, and he relies on magic, so he's not very strong outside of his Demon/Angel forms. Appearance:
Character Evolution: I just want him to have fun. Beating up bad guys and stuff is cool and all, but Judah needs to live a little and hopefully some hero sees this and takes the time to just get an ice cream cone with him or something. BRIEF Bio: Judah’s parents were the type to wait for marriage before even kissing, the type to go to a priest before a doctor whenever they were sick, and the type to think even uttering the name of the devil was enough to bring upon their doom. His life technically began on their wedding night, in an awkward wrestling match under hotel room blankets performed by his parents who somehow managed to do everything right to make a child. Little did they know the pain the next nine months were going to be. Over the course of this time, his father, a priest, fell into financial ruin due to his mother, a waitress, suffering from postpartum depression and spending all of their money trying to find her own happiness. The fights started month 2, and by month 4 his mother had moved out. Month 6 the divorce was filed and month 8 was spent with his mother taking a nose dive out of catholicism. She had a chance run in with a cult that led to her getting involved heavily with demons and devils. Of course his father didn’t want his baby to suffer, and only became more devout in his work as a preacher and in month 9, the day of his birth, both parents went all in. His father invoked all the saints, all, the angels and god himself to save his child while his mother hacked the head off of a goat and invoked all of the powerful demons and devils top protect their baby. Both powers answered, and both sent a guardian spirit to watch over him and to save him from the other parent’s clutches. On that day, Judah became stuck in a tug of war between an angel and a demon, Marco and Alexa. Marco always wants to do what’s right, and Alexa always wants to do what's fun, but neither can do anything unless Judah allows it. Every fight he is plagued with the choice between either siding with Marco, Alexa, or ignoring them and doing things his way. He spent most of his childhood wandering around, trying to get the two to shut up, but once they realized they were stuck with this boy the spirits took to helping him out despite their differences. He honed the powers they gave him and found power of his own as well, eventually being good enough to join a small team of heroes who took to calling him Triune, a word one of the members found in a thesaurus. He has since outgrown that name and applied for league membership under the recommendation of John Constantine during one of his drunken rants when the two crossed paths. He has not seen or heard from John since. Notes: Sample Post: The trio, well it didn’t look like a trio due to the fact only one of them was visible, made their way down the alley. A yelp drew the leader’s attention, an androgynous boy named Judah who wore nothing to label himself a hero and lack of defined muscle under his jacket had yet to deter a single villain spotted the perpetrator. A baby left alone and crying. It was surrounded by broken glass, cigarette butts and other litter and trash. ”What kind of bitch leaves a baby in an alley! We need to find who did this and teach them something” a female voice spoke. Judah looked to his left upon hearing it. Any outside observer would think the boy was just very interested in the graffiti but in his reality he had glanced at Alexa who was perched on his shoulder currently. Another voice called to him, a male who spoke very plainly. ”We mustn’t seek out to find the mother, should she take the baby back why would we trust her to raise it right? We should deliver it to an adoption agency or the fire department. That’s what you do with them, right?” It spoke as if it was ordering the boy to do as he said. ”How about we just... make sure it’s okay first? No revenge needed yet.” He said bending over to pick up the young one. A clicking sound behind his head sent a shiver down his spine. A woman, thing and obvious drugged out on something held a pistol to his head. ”Lemme roast her ass.” ”My armor can stop a bullet.” ”Lady you picked the wrong day to try this shit.” Judah’s body engulfed in flames, his skin turning red, his eyes glowing yellow and two horns stuck out of his forehead. He didn’t even have to turn around, he heard the woman run away and he knew that nobody had gotten hurt. A rarity for when Judah sided with Alexa, but a welcome outcome. He hated hurting people but sometimes you need to teach the bad guys a lesson. His face warped slightly, getting softer as he picked up the baby. In a flash he was clawing his way up the side of a building in order to spot the nearest Church or Fire station to drop it off. Hopefully they’ll trust a demon.
