Name: Daniel 'Danny' Blaine, Thom Kallor
Alias: Starman
Age: 33
Personality: Reckless, cocky, honorable, prideful, mysterious (nobody knows he's from the future)
Archetype: Metahuman, Alien Tech
Powers:

gravity manipulation:

* flight
* anti-gravity push - an extension of his force field
* anti-gravity force fields - this is what gives him flight and protects him and at times others from small arms fire and energy attacks
* increases mass to induce gravity

cosmic energy pistol (the golden gun): fires and absorbs cosmic energy

Weaknesses:

Standard humanoid weaknesses, though his personal field can deflect small arms fire and weaker energy based attacks. Powerful characters could wipe him out fairly easily unless he's exhausting all of his power.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Danny will be a bit reckless in the beginning, but as his power grows while on Earth he'll also mature into a more well rounded hero. He's still a bit of a space cowboy...

BRIEF Bio:

When he was only sixteen, he was a member of the Legion of Superheroes in the far future (3002) and went by the name Starboy. In an adventure that threw the team through the centuries, Thom was stranded in the late 90's/early 2000's with no memory of his past and was placed in the Sunshine Orphanage in Opal City. He was given the name Daniel Blaine and after getting older he left the orphanage to live a basic life in the smaller town of Opal as a production line worker at a bottling plant.

Around the age of twenty-five Danny tapped into his powers for the first time since being lost in time and found what was once his Legion flight ring. Teammates from the future showed up, still around the ages of seventeen to twenty, and recruited the older hero into the ranks once more. When they asked if he wanted to go back to the future he mentioned he wanted to stay in this time period. For the last several years as Starman, Daniel has traveled between at least forty to fifty space sectors and befriended several alien allies in J'onn J'onzz (the Martian Manhunter), Tigorr (last of the Omega Men), and Hawkgirl of Thanagar.

Currently his starship has crashed to Earth after white martians began building their ranks and attacked him and J'onn on the edge of space sector 2814. The last of the green Martians was killed in the crash landing of Starman's ship, the Van Gogh.

Notes:

* Danny won the golden gun from Tigorr in sector 2028 a year ago in the equivalent of a galactic poker card game. The last of the Omega Men boasted he stole it from one of the New Gods.

* This version of Starman is meant to be similar to the modern movie version of Marvel's Starlord.

Sample Post: Just look at anything I've done in the RP lol

Name: James Barr

Alias:



Age: 26

Personality: trustworthy, intelligent, boy-scout, selfless, mannerly

Archetype: Metahuman/Gadgeteer

Powers:

* Heightened physical attributes - augmented strength and speed [max lift 10,000 pounds (a small car), max speed 75 mph on foot 2,500 feet per second (around 1,700 mph) in the air.

* Heightened mental attributes - photographic memory, strategical and mathematical thinker

* Flight helmet - Nth metal alloy that allows James to fly.

* Nth metal - Nth metal wrist guards on his gloves help James project a field that can stop any projectile Matrix-style. Something of a personal sized tk field. They also aid him in flying stability.

Weaknesses:

* Concentration is required to use Nth metal for flight, take his mind off the game and he's out of the air.

* If he doesn't concentrate and have a field up, larger arms fire and energy attacks can hurt him.

* Still affected by vision, gas, mental, and biological attacks.

Appearance:



Character Evolution: He's a small town guy trying to just get out there more and experience as much as he can.

BRIEF Bio:

James was born and raised in Fawcett and his father was a police officer. Responding to a call his father was killed one night when James was twelve and it changed his life forever. He decided he wanted to be a cop like his dad and honor his memory. However, James wasn't the most athletic guy in the world and stuck more to CSI type work. While experimenting with some chemicals that he thought were going to create a 'truth serum' to gain info out of anyone, what he'd actually stumbled upon was something of a super-steroid for his body AND mind.

After his base powers were discovered he modeled himself a superhero alter ego after an ally of Superman in an 80's cartoon, the Bulletman. He managed to scavenge some Nth metal debris the last time Thanagarians attacked Earth and fashioned an anti gravity helmet for flight as well as Nth metal buttons on his gloves that help produce the protective field and stabilize his flying.

Taking the name the Bulleteer, James began cleaning up the riff raff in the bad neighborhoods of Fawcett alongside other heroes before being approached by the Justice League.

Notes:

* Never understood how the super serum game him so much intelligence to craft an anti-gravity helmet, so I made it Nth metal to make it a little easier for him. His heightened brain power comes in the form of a photographic memory and more strategic and mathematical thinking.

* Obviously there are ties to both Capt. Marvel [Shazam] and Hawkman. If I need to I can tweak those bits. However it should be noted the classic Bulletman was the 2nd most popular Fawcett Comics character behind Capt, Marvel so I kinda still want him to be from the town of Fawcett.

Sample Post:

It was just another day at the office. James was the CSI on first shift from seven in the morning till around three in the afternoon. His relief was a man name Dexter with red hair, a short stature, and glasses. With only a few months of being a superhero, James always spent every minute he could in the air perfecting his aerial maneuvers. As the clock on the wall hit 3 Barr was already getting his things ready to walk out the door. On his way out of the police department he saw his older co-worker Detective Kent as well as his daughter Susan. Susan was around the same age as James and he greeted them both.

"Kent... there's no way that's your girlfriend..." James said with a laugh and a grin.

"Watch it kid, this is my daughter. She's studying forensics at Fawcett U. and will probably take your job in another six months!" Kent replied with a laugh of his own that was much different and more of a whole body laugh.

The girl blushed and James grinned and his dimples were showing in his cheeks.

"It's nice meeting you. Don't let this guy get you into any trouble..." he continued shaking her hand before leaving.

Moments later....

Barr was suited up. He strapped his helmet on and took to the skies and practiced his moves. As the Bulleteer he flew the fastest with his hands and arms extended above his head, and to go left or right he simply had to make a ninety degree angle with his arms and put one out to the side while the other remained over his head. It was a good day for flying. That was until his JLU communicator went off in his pants pocket.

"League Unlimited members report to the Metro Tower in Metropolis. We have a situation. Teleporters will be online and operational for the next ten minutes. Batman out." said a grizzled voice over the pager.

Lucky for James, there was a teleporter hidden in a greenhouse on the roof of a Wayne Foundation building on the outskirts of town. The Wayne Foundation worked much like the Salvation Army and had several branches in the north eastern region of the Unites States. Whereas Wayne Industries had several manufacturing plants across the 'States that made everything from pharmaceutical supplies, car parts, extreme sporting equipment, as well as three different ammunition plants for the US military and law enforcement.

Name: Lt. Lawrence Trainor

Alias: Polarity Man – The Soldier of the Skies

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Mellow, Brave, Self-Destructive, Indifferent

Archetype: Alien tech, the origin of which is kept secret from him by his military superiors.

Powers: Polarity Man’s powers mainly come from his mechanical power suit, which he has dubbed the “Patroller”. The suit’s capabilities include jet propulsion flight with a recorded Mach 2 speed limit, enhanced strength, radiation and atmospheric-pressure resistance, satellite wave interception, a visual scanner, and an arm blaster which fires radioactive or electrical energy at either short bursts or prolonged streams.

The lieutenant himself has one specific power which is the generation of a negatively charged energy with radioactive elements. In fact, his physiology changes to a plasma-like state when he generates enough of this energy that allows him to phase through certain solid surfaces, mainly the metal plating of the Patroller as it lacks an entry hatch.

Weaknesses: The two halves of Polarity Man cannot function without the other; Lawrence Trainor requires the suit to regulate his energy production or he risks overloading himself but the Patroller also cannot function without his unique energy signature either. The specifics of an overload are unclear but the lieutenant has no intentions of testing the theories regarding it.

Appearance: Underneath the armor and uniform are burns that have completely erased all traces of the lieutenant before becoming Polarity Man. To remedy this, specially prepared bandages that can help regulate the negative energy are wrapped around most of his body. This personal appearance of his is completely secret to the public though. For all they know, the Patroller suit is Polarity Man.





Character Evolution: While I personally will go with the flow of the story, I hope to see Polarity Man change from just a soldier to a real superhero over its course, perhaps even find the humanity that he lost. Other character changes will hopefully happen though I don’t have anything else in mind at the moment.

BRIEF Bio: As a USAF test pilot, Lt. Trainor had flown many top-secret aircraft out of the Langley airbase he was stationed at. The day he flew the experimental jet codenamed “Doom Patroller” was just like any other as well. The eggheads present at the flight assured him that it was going to revolutionize the way all fighter jets could respond to meta-human threats, serving as a solution rather than just a distraction. Lawrence didn’t believe the assessments, or rather, he didn’t care. However, once the jet’s systems shut off mid-flight and he started to free fall from the sky, he went from disinterested to shrieking mad in an instant. Before he hit the ground though, the jet imploded upon itself and form fitted a mechanical suit to his body that protected him from the impact.

When he came to, Lawrence was back at the air base’s medical bay but some remains of the jet had somehow fused to parts of his body like shrapnel which they were unable to remove. These pieces embedded in his skin gave off a unique energy signature that he would find to be both a curse and a blessing. He would spend months recovering from the crash and even more months learning to use the jet’s new form. While this went on, his superiors had negotiated for him to become a part of the Justice League as a US government sponsored member. Though the details of the deal are not known by the public, Polarity Man now finds himself in the ranks of the Justice League.

Notes: The character is mostly Negative Man with a twist of Robot Man, Blue Beetle and Captain Atom, while the mech appearance is the Gespenst from Endless Frontier. The Patroller suit is 2.12 meters in height and weighs 328.40 kilos.

Sample Post:

“Did I ever tell you how ridiculous the name ‘Polarity Man’ sounds?” said the being of pure energy emerging from the metal chassis of a jet-black mech suit, after landing in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia. Slowly, this being would reform itself into a solid state but the man that stood in its place looked quite banged up. Bandages covered a majority of his body but he otherwise looked just like any other flyboy that operated out from the Langley airbase, complete with a bomber jacket with an assortment of military badges and a pair of shades that look straight out of Top Gun. He would lay on the grassy field he found himself in, letting the minutes pass along with clouds that flew by. However, this tranquility wouldn't last long as he stood back up and continued his complaints. “I bet you the same engineers who designed the jet came up with the name. Apparently, we needed a fitting identity for the J.L. and a tagline that the public would recognize for good P.R. branding. I mean, I really don’t care bu-.”

Before he could finish his sentence, he would begin to lose his balance and fall to one knee as an electrical charge surged through his body. He stayed in such a position for a few minutes before regaining his composure as the shock stopped. “Right. Forgot about that. I guess we better suit back up, huh?” Across the man was no one else but the mech suit that he had emerged from, currently lifeless and immobile. However, the moment Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor re-entered, the systems of the machine were quick to start back up. With a smirk hidden underneath his bandages, Polarity Man would fire up his engines and hit the skies once more, patrolling to protect the free world underneath him.

Name: Jim Ryker
Alias: Mr. Clutch
Age: 25
Personality: arrogant, individualistic, rash, brave and loyal
Archetype: metahuman/Gadgeteer
Powers:
Enhanced reflexes: Jim's only metahuman power is his inhumanly sharp hand eye coordination, which allows him to see and react to things at incredible speed. This has helped him become a superb driver.

Expert martial artist: Jim is an excellent hand to hand combat fighter

The Bolt 3000: The Bolt 3000 is a high tech car crafted from a mix of New Gods technology and earth tech. It is a highly advanced vehicle that can reach incredible speeds and is equipped with loads of features. They are as follows.

Spiked tires for driving up steep surfaces and walls.

Anti gravity converters that allow the car to fly and jump over surfaces.

Super speed: on land the Bolt 3000 can hit a top speed of 600 mph and in the air its top flight speed is mach 1

Machine guns and laser guns for combat. The machine guns are equipped with normal, and rubber bullets for non lethal attacks.

Super tough body that can withstand firearms and explosions.
Weaknesses: Aside from his vehicle, Jim is just as vulnerable as normal human. His car while powerful will run low on power if it goes through a beating and utilizes it's laser weapons in excessive ways.
Appearance:

Character Evolution: His character arc is him learning that hero work isn't about branding and selling to the public.
BRIEF Bio: Jim Ryker was born to the famous race car driver Matt Ryker and from an early age Jim had a natural talent with cars. At age five he was reading adult books on vehicles and at age ten he was making his own radio controlled car models. His skill in vehicular engineering was above all of his peers in school and he had dreams of being both a race car driver and engineer for developing high speed vehicles.

As a child his favorite place to go was the go-kart track at the local amusement park in Central City where he would get a thrill from driving the mini race cars. After graduating high school with great grades, Jim went to college in Metropolis and made a good number of friends, one of which was an intern at the Wayne Corporation.

After he graduated Jim got a job as race car driver with Lex Corp, one of his sponsors and it wasn't long until he was approached by the heads of several large companies about a plan to have a hero of their own be a symbol of them giving back to the world. They had looked at his background and decided that he would be their choice. They gave him technology from the New Gods to use with earth tech to create a car with incredible power.

After taking the name Mr. Clutch, Jim set out to do hero work with Lex Corp and other companies as his sponsors.
Notes: he has a ray gun for when he is not fighting in his vehicle.

Theme song

Sample Post: Jim maneuvered the Bolt 2000 through the air as he open fired on on a group of thugs surrounding a couple and Jim would do whatever he could to help the two people. The sight of his car flying in the air and his car being equipped with machine guns made the criminals look up and point towards the car in terror. Jim as he speaks through the speakers of his incredible vehicle.

"Back away from the innocent civilians you scumbags! Otherwise you will have a taste of what kind of firepower corporate money can buy!" and as if on cue the criminals fled in terror and Jim laughed at the sight. When they were from sight, he landed his car on the ground and got out of the vehicle. He gave the couple a bow and smiled at them.

"I am grateful to help innocents in their time of need. Now before you go I must tell you that should ever need insurance for stolen or vandalized personal possessions then Lex Corp has a great and affordable plan. So if you ever need quality insurance then definitely consider Lex Corp's Lexcellence Insurance as your main option. Have a nice day and best wishes from your friendly protector Mr. Clutch" he said and then got back into his car and drove off.

"That was another job well done Mr. Clutch and a great pitch for Lex Corp's insurance program" he said to himself as drove towards the highway out of town at inane speeds.

"Damn I love my job."

Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)

Alias: Lizard

Age: 20

Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore

Appearance:

Character Evolution: I want Jessica to be the odd one of the group, reminding them of Killer Croc. Which eventually would cause Jessica and Killer Croc to have a one-on-one fight someday. Also some kind of superhero boyfriend.

BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.

That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.

The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.

While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.

While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.

Notes: Killer Croc' sired daughter, that he doesn't know exists. Raised by some old hillbillies in the bayou, in the Mississippi River Delta.

Sample Post: Jessica watched the water from the pier - as the setting sun seemed to slowly edge down over the horizon. It was almost time for dinner, only problem being they had run out of meat - and needed to go 'shopping' or that was how his grandfather liked to say. Or namely jump into the water and eat what they caught.

Jessica had a rather unique advantage - she could remain underwater for almost days on end, without any problem and was an expert swimmer. Not bothered by the gators hanging around the bayou - often times, she'd bring them for dinner, if somebody had been picking a fight with her.

"Ay'gh girl. Le's get dinner and head back - else ma' gonna have our heads, if we make it lat'e for the show," spoke Eustace, scratching his butt, holding a large plastic washing bowl.

"You got it, grandpa...be back in a minute," she spoke, jumping into the water with her clothing. Still being as green as the tall grass around them. Despite this obvious sickness - that some fancy doctor from the cities called as a skin disorder that 'should' go away in her later years.

Eustace always thought that girl was always a special case - she was stronger than he was in young and buck youth. Girl could tell the difference between a bass and pike - easily underwater. Girl had found an old gold nugget that way - allowing them to buy that TV, that Meriel liked to watch daily now. Since her ass had gotten too fat to move around much. While she looked strange, and had been called that Eustace didn't call Jessica by word - ugly. Lord knows, he wasn't much of a looker anymore. Wasn't her fault, some gator had attacked her mum and killed her daddy. Or mum dying due those blasted gator wounds months later.

Soon enough the fish started flying out of the water - namely Jessica found what she liked and threw them up towards the pier, where Eustace caught them in the washing bowl. As they soon had easily a dozen fish for Grandma' fish stew - as the girl pulled herself up and shook the water out of her green hair. That girl was certainly going to change the world - in his mind.

Name: Kara Zor-L

Alias: Solara

Age: 1000+ (chronologically) 31 (biologically)

Personality: [five words best describing your hero]

Archetype: Alien

Powers: Physiology
Enhanced vision (heat, x-ray, telescopic, electromagnetic spectrum, microscopic, infrared)
Flight
Superhuman abilities (strength, stamina, speed, agility, reflexes, breath)
Solar energy absorption

Weaknesses: Kryptonite, Magic

Appearance: orig01.deviantart.net/3759/f/2012/214…
Ignore the p belt buckle. She has an s belt buckle that looks like this

Character Evolution: She wants nothing more than to go back in time to right after she left so she can live a normal life. She spends all her free time learning everything she can about time travel.

BRIEF Bio: During Krypton’s Golden Age of Expansion sent out scout ships to find new worlds to colonize. Kara Zor-L was one of the surveyors sent out. Once her ship was launched and she locked in the coordinates for her first star system to survey went into cryogenic sleep the journey would take a decade to get there. During the trip her ship was hit by space turbulence, unfortunately the system that was supposed to wake her up at the signs of danger was damaged. She spent decades asleep. When she did wake up she found her ship in the middle of an unstoppable crash landing. She miraculously survived. The ship was mostly intact, but it would never fly again or interstellar communication, but the cryogenic sleep functionality was intact along with the auto wake up functionality. She explored as far as she could go but found nothing but frozen waste land. Sure there were mammoth wooly creatures with huge horns but no sign of any sapient life. She estimated the planet was going through an ice age. She would die under these conditions, so she did the only thing feasible; she set the cryogenic sleep to wake her every ten years. During the first ten years the ship was buried under ice.

She slept for thousands of years, during that time the ice age thawed out, human life evolved on the planet, and her home planet was destroyed. If it wasn't for a portion of the polar ice cap falling off into the ocean she may never have woken up. She nearly fell into the ocean. She may never be able to communicate off the planet but she tried to communicate with any potential sapient life and hoped it was friendly. The first human life to respond was Russian. She was studied extensively by them she was kept in check by a glowing green rock that hurt her. She was never allowed to realize her full potential. They knew she was a Kryptonian like the legendary Superman; their goal was to eventually use her to manipulate Superman when the time was right. Regime change eventually led to them forgetting about their plans for her, the commander liked her, her mind was fascinating. She used her intellect to curry favor with her captor. Then one day there was an attack on the base, she was released and given a gun. The sun hurt her eyes, she hadn't seen it for over a decade. She defended herself using what little knowledge she had of weapons like this from her time on Krypton, the Kryptonian version was more advanced but they functioned the same pull the trigger. She had to get used to the recoil the Kryptonian ones didn't have recoil. Once the attack was over there was almost no one left alive, with the exception for her and a few soldiers they might as well have not counted it was only a matter of time before they died from their wounds. Alone again with no knowledge beyond what she was given. She tried to start one of the vehicles but she couldn’t figure out how to turn it on. She walked with no direction. She finally came to a small Russian village where she was kindly greeted by a frail Russian woman. They hugged and with her Yellow Sun strength she crushed the woman like a tin can. People who saw started shooting at her. She ducked behind a building. She began returning fire with the gun she used at the base. When she was shot in the head she learned of her invulnerability. The military soon intervened, the Russian news media even began broadcasting about the blonde woman taking on the Russian military single handedly theorizing it was an Evil American Metahuman here to destroy the glorious Russian way of life. This of course came to the Justice League’s attention. She was attacked from behind by a magic user who knocked her out. She was put into a Justice League detention cell for interrogation.

Notes:

Sample Post: Kara was going stir crazy she goes from one prison to another. She was pacing back and forth. Every once in a while she would scream in Russian at no one in particular. Eventually Superman walked in. Kara could not believe what she was seeing the crest for the House of L though slightly changed. She began speaking her native language, an ancient form of Kryptonian that even Superman’s bio-parents wouldn’t have known. When Superman looked puzzle by her words. She cursed Rao. She wasn’t proud of this and she even kept it from her parents but she showed Superman her tattoo of her family crest on her right butt cheek. She got it while drunk. Since they clearly didn’t speak the same version of Kryptonian she began speaking in Russian again. She figured someone had to know how to translate it. Batman began speaking over the intercom translating back and forth.

“My name is Kara Zor-L. Please tell me you can get me home to Krypton. She just repeats that over and over again.” Superman looked puzzled. “Are you sure she said Zor-L? That branch of the family tree from what I gathered died out thousands of years ago.” Superman then told Batman what to say. “My name is Kal-El. I’m sorry to have to tell you but Krypton was destroyed.” She collapsed, holding her knees to her chest. She began cursing Rao once again.

Eventually with the aid of a computer that she found rather tedious to use it was so out of date by her standards. She learned English so that Batman wasn’t listening in on their every conversation. “When I left Krypton it was during the Golden Age of Expansion. I was a surveyor sent out to find new worlds to colonize. Something happened I don’t know what I crash landed on this world. The only signs of life I could find were mammoth wolly creatures with horns on the front of their faces.” The computer she was used to using back home would have pulled a visual from her memory to show Kal-El. Kal then showed her a picture based on what she described. “Yes that ugly beast. It smelled horrible and tasted worse.” Kal was absolutely fascinated by her story. She told him everything. He told her as much as he knew. He offered to take her to the Fortress of Solitude. She adamantly refused to go, she hates the cold, spent way too much time around it. After that he began training her to use and control her powers.

Name: Duncan MacAodhan
Alias: (He hasn't quite gotten that far ahead yet. Simply referred to as "New Guy" or "Rookie" when on assignment, for now.)
Age: 23
Personality: Clever, Genre-savvy, Frank, Stubborn, Cynical, Big-hearted (even if he's hilariously ignorant of it)
Archetype: Metahuman
Powers:
Immense Physical Prowess- Duncan is, for lack of a better way of putting it, really goddamn strong... and fast... and pretty tough to boot, if the fact that he went toe-to-toe with freaking Metallo (who, in case we've all forgotten, is a super-powered murder-bot powered by magic space rocks strong enough to make Superman bleed) and was able to hold his own for a short while actually somehow doing some damage while being absolutely rag-dolled across the ground and through several buildings.

All that being said, it should be noted that though his metahuman genes put him roughly in the range of Kryptonian physical ability (while falling dramatically short of Superman, who is an absolute beast, even among his own kind), Duncan... is a chainsmoking, borderline alcoholic who has never worked out or trained a single day in his entire goddamn life and as a result, is about as out of shape and weak as he can possibly be. It's anyone's guess what he'd be capable of if he got his shit together and actually trained.

Weaknesses: While Duncan possesses roughly the same physical abilities of a Kryptonian, he is still very much human; He can't fly, he still needs to breathe, possesses no form of crazy eye-lasers or freezing breath and can't survive solely off sunlight. In fact, for simplicity's sake, here's a comprehensive list of examples of things that can hurt and/or kill him just like any other guy.
-Drowning.
-Poison Gas.
-Regular poison.
-Electrocution.
-Starvation.
-Asphyxiation.
-Dehydration.
-Bleeding out.
-Bleeding internally.
-Food poisoning.
-Heart-failure.
-Liver-failure.
-Kidney-failure.
-Cancer.
-Hypothermia.
-Being thrown into the sun.
-Being thrown into space in general.
-Tameranean Cooking.

In addition to that, the exact minute he woke up in the Metro Tower, Batman informed that he'd be quitting smoking and drinking cold turkey and going on a new diet. In addition to running The Dark Knight's daily balls-to-the-wall exercise routine at increased gravity (In Bruce's own words; "...And you'll go until I'm tired of watching.") and sparring with Ajax, an old robot companion Superman built in the 60's and general ass-whoopin' enthusiast.

Long story short, at game start, a week after getting his ass handed to him by Metallo and three days into Batman's insane work out routine and getting punched in the face a few times a day by Ajax, Duncan is battered, bloodied, bruised, sore, outright exhausted and severely craving smokes, booze and greasy food. He's not going to be at his best.

Appearance: To read what Duncan is physically capable of, you might picture some sort of hulking mountain of a man with bulging muscles and a jawline chiseled from granite... to actually meet the man however, you'd be disappointed and maybe a little confused- MacAodhan is not a large man. In fact, compared to most in the League he is downright tiny, standing at only 5'6" on a good day and lacking the bulging, musclebound physique of proper superheroes in favour of a lean, though dense physique closer to that of an Olympic swimmer if anything, though his broad shoulders and calloused hands make a fairly decent indicator of his blue-collar background, to which he also owes the habit of shaving his brown hair into a buzzcut, to cut deal with the heat in his workplace.

Lacking much in the way of an actual superhero costume, when in the field, Duncan simply throws on his workboots, gloves, jeans and a denim jacket over either some plain wifebeater or t-shirt, topping it all off by tying a simple black rag over his face, leaving only his hazel eyes and a bit of skin exposed and putting on an old ballcap he got from some Halifax pub or another. When at JLU Headquarters, however, he is almost only ever seen in old JLA-issued gym-wear as he goes about his daily routine of attempting to survive whatever new insanity Batman has concocted for him that day.

Character Evolution: I'd like to see Duncan come into his own as a member of the JLU, growing in power and renown with time but still keeping true to his modest origins, perhaps even taking on a real alias and costume at some point and becoming an honest-to-God Superhero... though only after a long series of painful and hilarious misadventures. And If he forms some buddy-cop relationship with another player or npc and maybe finds a bit of romance along the way, all the better.

Basically, a good old-fashioned coming of age story... Only with a lot more explosions and occasionally saving the whole damned planet.

BRIEF Bio: Despite what one might might assume when encountering literally anyone even remotely associated with superpowers and tights, Duncan's tale is... rather mundane. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia with a Fisherman for a father and a mother who ran a local diner, the boy in question up grew extraordinarily normally; playing videogames, staying at his grandparents' when his mom was busy at the shop and his dad was out at sea and helping his granddad out in the garage fixing cars and the occasional boat.

And then one day when he was fifteen, he got hit by a truck.

After about a good ten seconds of screaming and another thirty spent wondering why he wasn't dead, he extricated himself from the big-rig's engine-block that had wrapped around both him and the streetlight he'd been leaning against only to find that not only was he not dead, he was perfectly intact. All things considered, that's some pretty heavy shit to lay on a fifteen year old. So it's not all that surprising that when the (very) drunk trucker half staggered, half fell out of his truck at the sight of him, and sirens began echoing in the distance, the kid ran the hell out of there. A few days of trial, error and a lot of Wikipedia later, and the boy had a pretty good idea what all that was about: He was a Metahuman, a one-in-a-million carrier of a superhuman gene that may or may not activate under extreme stress (Like, for instance, getting hit by a truck while waiting for the bus). Frankly, it sounded a lot like a bunch of pseudo-science crap you'd find in an old comic book, but lacking any other explanation for his sudden... talents... it was one he'd have to accept.

Now, usually, when someone finds out they've got crazy superpowers, things usually go in one of two predictable ways; one, they become a spandex-clad boy-scout that dedicates every moment of every day to having the brightest smile, rescuing cats from trees and giving lectures about the dangers of "The Reefer" and sex before marriage or two; going full ham, burning orphanages, kicking puppies and generally being real goddamn edgy just for the sake of it. Duncan to his credit, chose the rarely considered, often forgotten third option-

"Yeah... No. Fuck that."

And so, despite the call to adventure literally screaming directly into his ears, Duncan carried on his life as normal; Growing up as normally as he possibly could- getting average grades, shoveling his grandparents' driveway in the wintertime, trying and failing several times at that whole romance thing and working through his apprenticeship as a diesel mechanic at the local shipyard after highschool.

Unfortunately for him, as the old trope goes, 'The Call Knows Where you Live'.

And one day while Duncan was just wrapping up his night-shift, Metallo came bursting out of one of the shipping containers at the yard and immediately began wrecking shit left and right. Despite having reservations about the whole 'Hero' thing, the one guy in town with the ability to intervene couldn't exactly sit idly by while a super-powered terminator powered by glowing space-rocks butchered his coworkers and leveled his town. So, throwing on a respirator to hide his face, the young man nutted up and went after the deranged cyborg... or, more accurately, spent the next hour on the receiving of a brutal beatdown at the hands of someone that was at least as strong, as fast and much, much more experienced than he was that was also incapable of feeling pain or fatigue, all to buy time for people to get away and call for someone who actually knew what the hell they were doing.

Luckily, they did, and the Big Blue Boy-Scout himself arrived to lay the smackdown on the now damaged Metallo.

Unluckily for Duncan, he woke up a week later on a bed in Metropolis, feeling like all hell and staring at the grimacing face of Batman, who quite candidly informed him that he very nearly got himself killed and that his car, his home and his job had all been annihilated in his little dust-up with the super-powered murderbot. Also, even if no one knew who he was, they sure as hell knew he existed, which as a rule, generally meant that there were now people looking for him; Some good, most bad. So he could either join the Justice League and maybe not die the next time this happens... or he could just go home and try his luck on his own. Suffice to say, there was really only one smart choice to be had there, and he took it.

And then, to top off this long, hilariously uncanny series of events, Superman showed up less than an hour later and dragged him out to a baseball game.

And so it was that, sitting in the stands of a stadium in a foreign city, next to the closest thing the world knew to a god and eating an overpriced and undercooked hotdog, Duncan joined the Justice League.

He honestly didn't think his life could get any weirder than this.

And he was very mistaken.

Notes:

Sample Post:

To say the least, it had been... an interesting week and a half; It had started off pretty plain, he woke up at seven at night on Monday, grabbed a donair at his mom's diner by eight and was at work by nine, swapping out the fuel lines on an old tug that probably should've been decommissioned when his dad was still a boy. And then suddenly a robot showed up, kicked his ass across town and halfway to Dartmouth, blew up his apartment, blew up his car and blew up his place of employment before being beat down by the most weirdly friendly guy he'd ever goddamn met.

So now here he was, holding a duffel bag of what little could be salvaged of his apartment and standing at the entrance to his room at the headquarters of the freaking Justice League.

It was all just a little... surreal.

"Well, shit, here goes nothing." Duncan growled under his breath, touching the key-pad and entering as the door hissed open in a way that reminded him distinctly of every episode of Star Trek he'd ever seen, half-expecting there to be yet another one of Superman's robots waiting inside to cave-in his face in the name of training, but kinda hoping it wasn't, because sleeping on the couch in the common room was starting to get a little old and he'd already had his daily recommended dose of robot boots to his ass.

To his surprise, it didn't actually look that bad- a simple looking double bed, a computer desk, chair and a laptop, a big damn window with a view of the Metropolis waterfront flanked on both sides by empty bookshelves, a little kitchenette off to the side and a bathroom past that. To be honest, after spending the past three days under Batman's balls-to-the-wall training regime, he'd anticipated something more... spartan. Something did catch his eye, however, what looked to be a big, rolled-up poster just sitting on his bed with a post-it note on it, so, dropping his bag and closing the door behind him, the young Canuck went over to give it a look.

"Just a little something to welcome you aboard...

-GL"

His brow furrowed briefly, but suddenly did a lot less of that when he unfurled the damned thing and found a pin-up of a tanned, red-headed woman with solid green eyes, a supermodel's body garbed up in a string bikini and a very... friendly look on her face as she blew a kiss toward the camera.

And another post-it note.

"They're called Tameraneans. Stick around and you might meet a few.

You're welcome.

-GL"

Whatever thoughts he had at that moment (or several, as he just stared at what he'd found) were interrupted as Batman's voice came over the intercom.

"MacAodhan, we have a situation. Kit up and meet me downstairs in five."

The words echoed in his head for a few seconds before they fully registered, and he reluctantly averted his eyes from his new-found favourite sight and gently placed it back down on the bed.

"Right... Right. I'll be down in a minute."

Duncan sighed.

It looked like his life was going to continue being interesting for the rest of the forseeable future.

Name: [unknown]
Alias: The Warden
Age: [unknown, probably early 20’s]
Personality: Defender, Patient, Quiet, Watchful, Stubborn
Archetype: Alien

Powers: The Warden’s symbiotic relationship with the alien plant form growing in his back gives him a number of remarkable abilities.
-Heightened humanity: The Warden is capable of lifting over a ton, does not need to sleep, can breath either as a plant or human (intaking either CO2 or O2 – can also go without any respiration for a day), and can photosynthesize in absence of food. His skin is somewhat bark-like and highly resistant to piercing (sustained gunfire should be avoided), and he regenerates from major injuries within a day or so, assuming he doesn’t die first. He has much smaller resistance to cold, explosions, falling, etc. (though he is overall still tougher than a normal human). Seems to age rather slowly, as well.
-Plant Body: The warden has 3 prehensile vines coiled on his back with an effective range of about 30 feet; one of them is covered in brambles, looking like a blackberry bush, while the other two look like, well, vines. He also flowers and grows apple-sized fruits that taste roughly like wet sand; they offer no benefit (other than being useful food), but he is convinced that they accelerate healing and may offer them up to others. He’s taken to canning them, and has quite a few stored at this point, so the fact that he’s not in bloom won’t stop him! Poisons that would usually affect humans do not affect him, but may make his next batch of fruits actually toxic.
-Plant Control: Can speak any plant-based language, is almost always able to identify useful aspects of plants (including toxicity of fruit and other factors of edibility). As the Warden's powers have grown, he has found that he is capable of controlling surrounding plant matter, as well as accelerating its growth. This allows him to manipulate surrounding vines, hit people with tree branches, have trees suddenly sprout from acorns, etc. This power takes energy, but he trains it often and has rather impressive endurance at this point.

Incidentally, this ability also lets him grow vines from his own seeds, and his room is now covered in them. they produce the non-spiky vines, fortunately. The Warden also usually carries about 3 Oak Acorns, just in case.

Weaknesses:
-Not impervious: still rather weak to fire, explosions, potent weed killers, etc.; anything dangerous to a human or plant to which he has no resistances can still harm him. Additionally, separating the host human from the plant would certainly kill both, though he’s so interconnected that it’s probably more trouble than just killing him normally.
-different priorities: The Warden sees it as his job to protect all animal and plant life; threatening a forest is just as effective against him as threatening a city.
-Open mind: already a shared mind, The Warden is especially vulnerable to mind-based attacks.

Appearance:
(thank you Member 00492!)
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 255lbs
A hulking and intimidating man, The Warden is a relatively light-skinned black man, in prime physical shape. He has long cornrows, rather small brown eyes, small ears, and a wide nose. His beard is also long, and his eyebrows are bushy. Scars are visible all over his back, and some wrap around onto his arms.
The warden is permanently bonded with an alien plant form, and as such has some rather unique features. The plant growth is mostly green, and vaguely dome shaped; a large coil of spikey brambles, with the flowers hanging off the end. The majority of the mass of coils start at his neck and end just above his rear end, though a single thick bramble on each side moves around to the front and extends down to cover his kneecap, forcing him to wear only baggy clothing over his entire body (since he hasn’t the funds for specialized gear). The brambles also extend to the middle of his upper arm, especially thick and spikey at the shoulders and around the back of his neck, protecting it, though not restricting his head movement.

He really hates shirts, and they’re next to impossible to wear, so usually doesn’t even bother. If he’s not trying to do hero work he might wear one just to avoid catching too much attention. He is wearing jeans though, with a very high quality pair of work boots on his feet (the only gift from someone he’s rescued that he’s agreed to keep, and man have they been useful).

Character Evolution: The Warden has, in general, learned to accept that he's on the shy side. He's taken to doing as much reading and internet research as he can when he's not training, since he doesn't really have a life outside of super-heroing anyway. He still has yet to find any record on who he was before he was The Warden, which is frankly starting to get a bit weird at this point.

BRIEF Bio: The Warden knows nothing of his life before he became what he is. The first thing he remembers is lying dying in the woods, his back scraped, scratched, and torn, his spine broken in multiple locations, his innards eviscerated. His second memory is of pain. His brain, screeching. His legs, convulsing. His torso… healing? There’s more spurts and flashes as he regained consciousness and the plant symbiont bonded with him, forming a new spinal column, replacing the internal damage, and linking itself with him. The now bonded being began to wander the forest until he ran into civilization, where the police promptly tried to take him in, partially to figure out what or who he was, partially because they wanted to arrest him for public indecency (he had taken off all of his clothing at some point). He decided to join them (how the hell else was he going to figure out what to do?). Once he had explained what he knew, and they explained to him what public indecency was, they both decided it was probably fair to drop the charge.

He apparently had no family, and didn’t register on their databases, so they just sent him on his way after giving him some pants and a very large jacket, directing him to the library. They took to calling him Warden while holding him, for the way he would just sit and watch everything, constantly interested. He liked it, and started calling himself that. What followed was a few years of learning how society worked again. He attempted to find some jobs, though none really panned out, and he decided to re-abandon society to go live in the woods. He found a cave, started growing plants (he likes them!), and was able to become self-sufficient, but felt a pull to use his abilities for good – something towards which both parts of him felt. So he started superheroing pretty much 24/7, with some breaks for solitude, and has been doing that for a few years.
While the warden dislikes wanton murder, he does not see himself as above killing someone who is a threat after he tries to pacify them, which does put him at odds with law enforcement on occasion. He’s still done enough good to have caught the eye of Green Lantern, who extended the invitation to him.

Notes: The Warden owns a smartphone, which he uses to monitor the police spotter; he stores it in his back coils, or in a front pocket.

Sample Post:

A beautiful day, really; a little cloudy, some drizzle earlier. Rejuvenating. He had heard that you could access police radio using these smartphone things; something that would be quite useful, help him know where things are happening more quickly. With some money left in his bank from his last job, he figured he probably had enough to buy it. The Warden had come across an AT&T store downtown that would carry those. He pulls at his sweater a bit, trying to get more comfortable… but it’s not a day for that… keep it on… at least for now. He sighs, looks around at the road sign, and takes a left down the corner. A little ways down the road, and he takes a left into the phone store.

“hello! How can we help you?”

“Smartphone? You do sell those, yes?”
“oh certainly sir; which make and model are you looking for? And what plan?”

“what.”
“do you want an iPhone? An Android?”
“I have no idea what these things mean. I just need a smartphone.”
The salesman looks a tad exasperated already… it’s one of those customers. “ok so how about this iPhone…”

As he attempts to explain to The Warden the different types of smartphones, a few men with bandanas over their faces file into the store. The Warden’s eyes move immediately to watch them, but he keeps nominally listening, ready for them to yell-

“EVERYONE. ON THE GROUND. NOW!” and people quickly comply... Well, everyone but The Warden. The apparent leader gestures over to him with his gun. “YOU. YOU DEAF? DOWN. NOW.” He says, waving his gun between The Warden and the ground.

The Warden cocks his head to the side. “I am here to get a smartphone. Not to have things pointed at me, nor have people yelling at me.” He says slowly, mock-confused, buying time and attention as his vines move out from under his sweater and towards the other two.

“What… What do you… GET THE FUCK DOWN YOU IDIOT! I WILL SHOOT YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Oh but of course I understand. I simply don’t want to.”

The man is incredulous, at a loss for words for a few seconds“…I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS! he finally decides, and fires at the warden. The bullet bounces off.
“this is going to ruin another perfectly good sweater.” The Warden sighs, as his vines rip the guns from the hands of the other two, tearing his sweater from the movement. The Warden rushes the third, tackling him after taking another shot. The man was strong, but not as strong as him. The fight is really no challenge, and the attacker is, in short order, unconscious. The other two attempt to run off, but vines quickly whip out and stop their progress, wrapping around their legs and dragging them back. he knocks them unconscious, and moves their guns well out of reach.

now where did that salesman go?

// ♥ Crush ♥ // ☮ Friend ☮ // ☯ Acquaintance ☯ // ⚜ Rival ⚜ // § Love/Hate § // ☠ Enemy ☠ //

☯ Argyle, Chester aka Whiplash:
The Warden has yet to interact with Chester Argyle.

☯ Barr, James aka The Bulleteer:
The Warden has yet to interact with James Barr.

☯ Campen, Lexi aka Apollex:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lexi Campen.

☯ Carter, Najee aka Captain Marvel (II):
The Warden has yet to interact with Najee Carter.

☯ Jester, Jessica aka The Lizard:
Talks too much, has a funny accent, doesn’t focus on work. Seems nice otherwise.

☯ Kent, Lara aka Supergirl:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lara Kent, though he has a high opinion of Supergirl.

☯Light, Lucy aka Toon Girl:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lucy Light

☯ MacAodhan, Duncan aka The Rookie:
The Warden has yet to interact with Duncan MacAodhan.

☯ Monster, Monny aka Clayface:
The Warden has yet to interact with Monny Monster.

☯ Reynolds, Cynthia aka Gypsy:
The Warden has yet to interact with Cynthia Reynolds.

☯ Ryker, James aka Mr. Clutch:
The Warden has yet to interact with James Ryker.

☮ Sage, Victor aka The Question:
Carries himself with confidence, and only says what is needed. Knows how to lead, impressive bravery in fighting without any powers, approves of his opinions on lethal force. Sees him as someone to protect and follow. Isn’t bothered by his strange mannerisms or apparent obsession with the illuminati.

☯ Trainor, Lieutenant Lawrence aka Polarity Man:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor.

☯ Wilson, Rose aka Ravager:
Doesn’t like how she treats Question, but seems nice otherwise. Certainly useful in combat.

Name: Lucy Light

Alias: Toon Girl

Age: 24

Personality: Honest, intelligent, Observant, Lax, Playful

Archetype: Mystic/Supernatural

Powers:


Weaknesses:
-Takes extra damage from attacks
-Has an EXCEPTIONALLY difficult time escaping from things that constrict her movement like ropes or nets.
-Extremely unlucky, almost to the point where she might just as well have a target painted on her head.
-Very susceptible to drugs and some chemicals.
-Has a very poor judgement of 'seriousness' and tends to fall into traps very easily as danger isn't something she can really perceive well.
-Tends to mostly be a pacifist when fighting, and would rather talk or play with her enemies than fight them. This makes her very easy to talk down from a fight or even bring to your side temporarily. (Lex = instant win) Also makes her very easy to distract.
-While strong, she isn't trained in martial arts. Shes also fairly light and easy to throw around.
-Due to her 'creepy' touch and slightly unsettling origin/looks, Light has a hard time making any close relationships.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Just to have fun. Having a fun boyfriend wouldn't be too bad either. Though the initial goal is lots of friends. Doesn't mean she wont be a bit flirty though.

BRIEF Bio: Light comes from the Void, the space between worlds, or thats what she says anyway. And finding her way to a world full of super powered beings with many, many adventures to have, and many friends to meet! Not to mention all the wondrous food. Of course finding your way to a physical realm isn't the easiest thing in the world, and of course you tend to look fairly alien to everything in that world. So its best if you try to be on the side that most of the world agrees with, especially considering doing so gives you the most freedom and no one wants to spend their time in a world behind bars! So after acclimating herself to the world she found herself in, Light found her way to this 'Justice League' thing. They looked fun, they were heroes, and they had so much freedom Light wondered why anyone wouldn't wanna be them.

Notes: Shes interested in anything fun, and loves to eat. You wouldn't think she could eat so much with her small frame, but...

While she tries to learn what she can, she doesn't know everyone and everything, especially when it comes to obscure heroes and villains. She does know the big name villains though, but tends to view them as 'story characters' than actual threats.

She doesn't view anyone as serious, even if they say they are. Mostly because, in a world where some heroes could blow up the planet. If people were serious there would be deaths everywhere and since there aren't piles and piles of corpses in the streets, everyone is playing in her eyes.

Since she has a Genre savvy sort of intellect, shes very good at observations and has a bit of a silver tongue to her. Shes not mechanically inclined though, and gets lost when high technobabble is being spoken.

Under her gloves are sharp pointed fingers. Her teeth only 'look' sharp and bear-trap like in an open teeth smile, and look normal in a closed teeth smile or when shes talking.

She prefers being called by her last name.

The Void might be a place that is quite familiar, maybe even a different dimension... Superman is a bit, miffed around Toon Girl as well for some reason...

Sample Post: The Justice League was such a nice team to be a part of. There was food, lots of people to talk to, and lots of fun to be had! Of course a few league members didn't like being around Light, or Toon Girl as everyone called her. But she was sure they'd come around eventually, after all, everyone wanted a good time at some point! But those that did like her, well, she was always up to playing many sorts of games. She wasn't super great at darts or pool whenever some heroes at the bar wanted to play, but only the techno people could really beat her at Video games. That is, if they weren't busy making a new gadget or doing some work or fighting crime.

Speaking of crime, the last fight that Toon Girl was a part of went off fairly well. Some guy named Captain Boomerang tried to rob a bank. Being in the area with Flash on a 'play date', they were able to arrive on the scene pretty fast, considering where they grabbed coffee being right next to the bank he was robbing. He was a playful guy, or well, his accent made him out to be. And boy was he surprised when the two heroes arrived at the first scream, giving him no time to do much of anything. A few hugs or punches later, and he was off to think about what he had done, but not before getting a playful earful from Light. Mostly Australian stuff, due to his accent. Stuff like Ya know mate, should've brought your didgeridoo, then we could've had a great party." or "Are you Australian Batman?" which probably annoyed the guy quite a bit.

Alias: The Gold Marvel, Black Marvel, The New Captain Marvel, New Shazam.

Age: 24 (as human); Ageless (in Shazam form)

Personality: Serious, Orderly, Compassionate, Organized, Militant.

Archetype: Mystic/Supernatural

Powers: The power of Shazam. When Najee utters the magic word, "Shazam" he transforms into the mystical hero endowed with the power of the six elders: Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, Mercury.

S: Wisdom of Solomon: this grants Najee enhanced perception and mental processing abilities. The most practical use of this ability displays in Najee's knowledge of all languages. He also has an innate knowledge of most things magic and can recognize different kinds of magic use.

H: Strength of Hercules: this endows Najee with the vast strength, allowing him to lift small cars and large trucks without issue The upper limits of his strength are yet to be tested, but it is safe to assume he cannot lift buildings or large cranes or anything of the sort.

A: Stamina of Atlas: this bestows Najee with immense stamina, and allows him to perform tasks for hours and sometimes days on end without tiring. His stamina and his body so resistant, in fact, that he can survive in space.

Z: The Power of Zeus: with this Najee is given control over the magical lightning of the Greek Skyfather Zeus. He can construct and control this magical lightning by summoning it, hardening it, throwing it, etc.

A: Courage of Achilles: this affords Najee superhuman durability. He can withstand nearly all forms of physical harm without issue. Najee's durability also extends to magic--only the highest order magic can effect him (Trigon, Spectre, Etrion, etc.) This does not make grant him complete invulnerability, as he can still be harmed in a number of ways.

M: Speed of Mercury: Najee is granted superhuman speed. He can move fast enough to keep up with a low-tier speedster. This also grants him flight.

Weaknesses

Mortal Man: When he is not transformed, Najee is just a normal man who is susceptible to any injury concievable for a normal human being.

A Verbal Spell: The powers granted to Najee by the Wizard must be called upon by voice. If Najee cannot speak, he cannot utter the spell.

High Order Magic: Strong magic can harm him while transformed into Shazam, and has been shown to revert him into his human form at times.



Character Evolution: Get a girlfriend, save the world, make lots of money as a superhero celebrity and use it to fund hospitals and charities.

BRIEF Bio: Much of Carter's life has been mundane. After graduating high school and later college after completing three years instead of four, Carter found work through several odd jobs. For a short time, he worked for a newspaper and was also a taxi driver. There was nothing special about him at all, nothing super. It was through his conversations with the people on his taxi cab routes that he formed relationships with various types of people, super-powered and common folk alike.

In mundane circumstances, the amazing can occur. This was the world Carter and many other 'normal' people lived in. Their world was filled with costumed aliens, men, women, and children who could lift tanks and fly. Equally, there were regular people who spent much of life coasting through eight hour work shifts and unemployment lines. To think anything extraordinary could happen was not so extraordinary at all, but the people upon whom the supra-natural fell was a story of its own. Sometimes, for the common man, he does not know why he is chosen to possess abilities beyond those he was born with, and this is what makes the story of Man the greatest story of them all.

So it was with Najee Carter, the twenty four year old taxi-driver who had once struck up a conversation with an elderly man who so happened to need a ride on a sunny Tuesday morning. The conversation was about nothing in particular, but the old man roused suspicion of 'more' in Najee. That is, Najee assumed there was more to the old man than the old man would reveal. It was then revealed to Carter who the 'old man' truly was--the Wizard. The same Wizard who granted the powers of SHAZAM to mortals. The same Wizard who changed Najee's life forever.
Notes:

Sample Post: Najee sat on a park bench. He watched the roses and daises flourish on a dull summer mid-day.
There were pedestrians walking about who mused about daily happenings: what was for dinner, the price of gas,
the bank robbery committed by some new D-List villain who deemed himself "The Ominous Evil." A typical day it was. Nght was falling, and Najee could almost guess when he would see the Bat symbol in the sky these days.

Twilight grew into night's black. Yet, there was no sign of the Bat symbol! Was something wrong? Was the city actually not safe? If that was the case, Najee figured he may as well earn some extra cash and pick up a route tonight. It wasn't like his League membership had made him a millionaire, Batman was always a cheapskate anyway. So, Najee walked a few blocks to the cab company where he worked and consulted the frail, tie-die shirt wearing intern who stood at the front desk; he was a drear-eyed slop who had gaudy spectacles covering his oddly shaped eyes. Christopher was his name, Najee remembered something about Chris' having some sort of social anxiety, which was why he worked the graveyard shift at the cab station--people hardly frequented cab stations anymore, they were antiques of a time before Ubers, Lyfts, and smart phones.

"Chris, how are you?"

"Fine, gee-gee, fine." Chris gave a half-hearted reply while strolling through the new Icon comic.

"You sure? You look sick." Najee retorted.

"Sick? Yeah, I'm sick of a few things in this forsaken city. This job, these people, hardly keepin' up with rent. I barely make my ends meet, man. What does Louie think? He thinks we can survive off $8.74 an hour? This ain't 1975 no more, man."

"I get you, man. I get you." Najee gave a small chuckle at Christopher's disgruntled disposition. Najee reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.

"Keep it between me and you, a little something under the table. Tax free." Najee winked. Christopher shuttered.

"Don't wink at me ever again." Christopher took the ten dollar bill without rejection where it found solace in Christopher's brown slacks' pocket.

"See you around, Chris." Najee hadn't stopped chuckling at Chris' un-nerved body language.

"Uh-huh." Disinterested, Christopher returned to his comic.

"You know he dies at the end, right?" Najee antagonized further.

"I've read this four times, no he doesn't." Christopher claimed with confidence.

"You should get some new books, then. Those things only cost like $1.00, anyway." Najee chimed.

"You should mind your business." Touche.

Najee went about his taxi route--nothing out of the ordinary happened.

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.

Name: Cynthia Reynolds
Alias: Gypsy
Age: 27
Personality: Decisive, Valiant, Bubbly, Graceful, Caring
Archetype:Human (Magic Artifact User)
Powers:
Flowing through her are old world Romani magi which she channels through ancient magical artifacts. Through them she possesses an array of abilities.

Illusions – She can cast simple one act illusions such as flames, body doubles, chains, and most importantly the ability to obscure her face from people she wants to hide from. The effects are weak and most experienced magic practitioners, those experienced, or those sufficiently experienced can nullify the effects. The illusion powers are supplementary only, useful for making distractions or to soothe anxious victims.

Invisibility – She can willfully make herself disappear by placing herself in people and objects blind spot. When invisible she is still there physically therefore if anyone touches her the invisibility is immediately cancelled out exposing her. It also doesn’t mask her trail and only her body, as such she her body still leaves scent trails or heat signatures.

Intangibility – She can at will temporarily make her body pass through surfaces. It’s predominantly for passing through walls, floors, and other physical obstacles. Her phasing powers are most helpful in bypassing barriers of all kinds as a means to escape or infiltrate situations. While it is draining she can also extend it to others if they are in close enough proximity and in physical contact.

Invulnerability – It is a passive ability that provides her additional protection. It decreases the effects of extreme environments allowing her to stay clean, and provide protection the way regular armor would.

Intuition – It is a passive ability that provides her increased fortune and perception. She has little to no control of this power, but in application it allows her to dodge bullets, guess passwrods, properly stick a landing, and occasionally stumble upon heroic work.

Weaknesses:
Her powers are directly tied to her artifacts, as such she cannot use her powers without it. The powers that the artifacts provide her are all mutually exclusive to one another, as such they cannot work together limiting her to one ability at a time. Her artifacts are also just channels for her already small depository of weak magical power as such she has to use her powers sparingly.

The illusions must be simple and quick to dissipate, and she must know how the illusion ends and begins otherwise the illusion won’t work.
Her Invisibility can only work for a short period of time, any physical sensation will cancel out her invisibility, and her invisibility doesn’t extend to others or her trail as such she can still be found through unconventional means.

Intangibility is on a time limited duration that only works on obstacles that relate to her ability to infiltrate or escape as such she cannot phase through people, ambushes, and environmental situations.

Invulnerability and Intuition are both passive abilities that she cannot control, their ability is defense based in nature, that works only to the situation and are only useful for protecting herself or getting herself out of certain situations.

Appearance:
Cindy’s Gypsy costume is pretty much just an old performing outfit, a plain white blouse and a long green skirt. Adorning her costume are a set of matching magical artifacts that channels her powers. Her magical artifacts that grants her powers allow her to wear to wear what is essentially civilian clothing without the need for special armor and a mask. Out of costume there's not much that changes. She has long wavy flowing black hair that she keeps tied using a long golden colored ribbon. She has a light brown skin color the same shade as that of mocha coffee, which ironically enough is one of her favorite types of coffee. She has dark blue eyes that look like two deep unending oceans that swallow those who stare at it for too long. When she is a civilian and not working as a hero she adorns herself bohemian and vintage style clothing.

Character Evolution:
Her power set is designed for stealth but the plan is for her to be more offensive or at least have something more suited to help a group. More specifically I want develop her own magical abilities outside of the artifacts specifically something to do with spirits, or grow the effectiveness of her artifacts.

She’s generally nice right now, and a bit of a doormat and people pleaser, but eventually i'd have her become a more serious person. I’d also like the chance to explore a relationship with another character, possibly multiple partner just because I feel like it’s in her nature to live an alternative lifestyle or maybe none an all. I do wanna focus on her finding herself career wise as a hero and possibly take on a more serious role in leadership

BRIEF Bio:
Cynthia was born somewhere, and kind of just appeared in an adoption center in Detroit already ten years old. No one claimed her so the system tried to find her a home, but each home found her odd, bringing misfortune to the home. By the time she was 13 she knew nothing would work. While staying in a particularly abusive home she decided that enough was enough, she left for the streets wearing just the clothes on her back and the kindness in her heart.

She was already in her late teens and had already been raised by the streets the moment she attained hero status among the homeless as that girl who likes to perform for the them, making money and sharing what little she had. Growing up she learned to protect herself, teaching her all the necessary skills that she would use as a hero. She could have died due to hundreds of circumstances, and like many she could have succumbed to the darkness of living in the streets, but she never lost her hope and kindness. Her heroic endeavors and kindness would be noticed by a group of mages in hiding, living in a protected dimension beneath the streets of the city.

The mages took her in and told her of her old world Romani mage ancestry. They informed her that her ancestors were a once proud and heroic group of peacekeeping mages whose history and noble actions was lost and tainted by the sins of man. Hearing of her ancestry she decided to honor her ancestors’ duties and become a hero whose name would honor her ancestors. They gifted her artifacts of her ancestors and with it weapons of power for her to use in the line of duty. Shortly after receiving her gifts she took to the streets with the hero name Gypsy.

By the time Gypsy achieved urban legend hero status she had already taken down an infamous human trafficking ring, and has managed to lose her homelessness status. During the day she would work one odd job to another or get an education that she never properly got. At nights she would don her dress and jewels to become “Gypsy” protector of weak and savior of the helpless. In due time the Justice League offered her membership for three meals a day, a roof over her head, and a chance at honoring her ancestors at a bigger scale.

Notes:
She currently works as a receptionist in a family planning clinic, and volunteers in a food bank when she can.

Sample Post:

Apollex


23


Calm, Kind, Helpful, Naive, Selfless


Metahuman



Healing - Capacity to heal any physical injuries, however the more larger the injury the more energy that has be exerted. She simply has to place a hand over the injury and recite some ancient words in her mind.

Pause of time (maximum: 1 minute) - Works with her healing powers so she is able to pause time and tend to her comrades. Will only work if she sacrifices a piece of herself (her blood, a lot of hair, something important)


She's very naive and can be easily trusting. She tends to put things in a more positive outlook which may earn her no respect from others. She's also quite selfless which means that she may go through a lot in her mental capacity as she always aims to help others more than herself.





Kind of like that photo but a lot more innocent, and a more gentle look about her.
She has blonde hair and grey eyes. She usually wears tan pants and a grey sweater.
Super suit: Black, tan and grey super suit. Wears grey gloves and a black mask.


I want Lexi to become more grown up, for her to become aware of the world around her and how much she is willing to sacrifice for others. I would also like Lexi to be in a relationship with someone. It would teach her a mean lesson about love and how to learn to be trusting of certain people at certain times. I'm quite sure she'll be friends with most of the younger people in the JLU and would have to earn the trust of the older, more mature heroes.


Lexi grew up with her older brother, Leo. She was adopted by a family and led an average lifestyle until one day when her brother dived into a shallow end of a pool and broke both of his legs. She found out that he'd been paralyzed and will not be able to use his legs anymore. A week later it was her 19th birthday, where she received a letter her biological mother had written her. It contained several ancient words and an explanation of her powers. She was skeptical but decided to try it out. A month passed and her brother turned out to be well, all thanks to hushed recitations of the ancient words and a longing for the most important person for her to come back. Over the years, she's never really used much of her powers and instead stuck to protectively keeping them from prying eyes. When she attended university, studying in Physics, she felt that she could help more people who needed it, which is why she decided to enlist in the JLU.



Hobbies:
- Knitting
- Cooking
- Baseball

Family:
- Adopted mom - Caren Campen
- Adopted dad - Tomas Campen
- Biological Brother - Leo Campen (age: 32 years)
- Biological Mother - Faith Roserry (destination: unknown)
- Biological Father - Julian Roserry (destination: unknown)



The room was full with wounded bodies lying on stretchers and dirty sheets. Lexi took a deep breath in. It was weird to actually have a job to do, and one that had major consequences if she failed in it.
"You ready?" A gentle hand closes over her own as Lexi gnaws on her lip.
"I'm ready"
"Treat that patient over there then, if you're so confident." The woman smirks and Lexi feels her cheeks heating up. There it was. Someone else looking down at her.
She had begged and begged Caren, who was a nurse to let her be an intern at the injured soldiers camp and finally when she got here there was someone looking down at her.
Lexi walked over to where the patient was and sat down on a small folding chair next to him. He had stubble and frown lines even though he looked around her age. Her eyes scanned over the clipboard at the end of the bed.
Edward Grantchester, age: 29. Minor injuries on arms and torso.
Huh, so that woman didn't think that she could handle major injuries did she?
"Hi. Um, I don't know if you're awake but um, I'm here to help you." Lexi reaches out a hand and encloses it over the patient's. She would have to touch someone to make that connection, to bring upon that power.
The man's eyes fluttered open. He'd been sedated, of course. Too much. Lexi looks over at the man groaning in the corner. He'd been given too little.
"Why are you holding my hand?" The man speaks in a gravelly voice.
She just gives him a smile and starts to recite the words in her mind. Her other hand reaches to close his eyes and the wounds start closing over.
"Nice meeting you, Edward." She smiles and gets up.

As she walks home from the camp, Lexi fishes into her pocket and pulls out her phone.
She dials Leo's phone number and waits for the rings to stop.
"Hey, Leo."
"Hey, sunshine. How's it going?"
"Fine, I guess. Just a little bit tired from all the healing and stuff. I feel a bit woozy again." A hand reaches up to her head as she caresses her forehead.
"Trying to prove yourself again?" Leo's voice sounded worried.
"Yeah, could you pick me up? I just...don't think I can walk back that far."
"Yeah sure, I'll pick you up."
"Thank you."
Lexi leans against the wall next to her, sinking down to the floor. The world was spinning around her, swirling around and around.
She'd healed 10 patients today.
That'll teach her