Age
23
Personality:
Noble, Hotheaded, Confident, Witty, Ambitious

Archetype:
Mystic

Character Evolution:
Ryan wants to find out how he was inflicted with the curse. Joining the Justice League was a way to hopefully find some one like himself or someone who could help him. Ryan also want a place in the world. He want's what was denied to him from birth. Friends, Family, and maybe a Lover. While he might use uncommon means in delivering Justice, he can still be molded into a 'correct' hero.






X Phase
Ryan can use his finger to paint a X and plant up to four of them on surfaces that allow only him to teleport at short ranges to another X that was placed. They only last for a few minutes, but the teleportation is almost instant. After a Teleport, the X that was used fades away, leaving a scorched mark in it's place.

The X Effect
X marks the spot... Ryan can paint an X on or over an object control the Weight and speed of the marked or anything standing over the mark. Using it as a trap or a targeted attack that would Slow the fastest car to a snail's pace or making the lightest stone heavy as a whale. The effects can also be applied to himself if needed.

X-Wrist Blade and X-shaped shurikens
Produced from his hand, Ryan can call forth these energy Blades from his hands. They burn hot enough to pierce metal. After a certain distance they phase out of existence just as fast as they appeared. They can also be made of the same Material his suit is. Making them inflict blunt damage.

Dirty Fighting
Learning to fight from his old Mentor Deathstroke. His fight style can be described as Dirty, quick, and acrobatic. Inflicting as much damage to drop an opponent before they could react. His main tool while being in the Justice league. Using his more Deadly powers when it's only necessary.



Rage:
Ryan has a short temper which can lead to him going into an all out rage. Sometimes it can be a blessing, but more times than not its a curse. Putting him in situations that he eventually would regret.

Holy Entities:
'Holy Magic' and other Holy devices such as Crosses or Holy Water weaken Ryan. Very similar as Kryptonite is to Super Man. He is not sure what is responsible for this, but he assumes it has something to do with his Power's Origin that he yet understands.

Appearance:
Ryan is about 69 inches. He has long black hair which he gels back giving him a very 'Greaser' look. His fair skin really highlight his black hair and dark brown eyes. He is a slimmer build, but athletic due to his former training. A unsettling 'X' is deeply scarred over his right eye, painting his Eyebrow and Eyelashes Red.

His 'costume' is hard as concrete, but has a slimy sleek texture to it. Similar to how a snake or scales feel. After long periods of damage or if Ryan is exhausted, his armor begins to breakdown to ash. Revealing his state of fatigue.

BRIEF Bio:
Born in a Orphanage in Gothem. His unique appearance was apparent to any parents that would have adopted him. Denying him a loving Family, from parents who wanted a 'Normal' looking child. He lived with the Orphanage until his later Teens, finally running away and living a life of crime in the streets. Around the age fifteen he slowly began to discover his powers, using them for crime whenever he needed the money or breaking the Jaw of a local Mugger. Using his powers quietly to strike fear at any that stood in his way and It wasn't long until he was ruining his own little gang known at the time. Just a minuscule cell of the King Pin, Black Mask. One faithful night, during a bank robbery his group was found by DeathStroke. Who had his own Personal dealings with this specific vault. Ryan was at the wrong place at the right time. Deathstroke slaughtered his group, only keeping Ryan alive after seeing his powers used against him. Slade Wilson offered a partnership with Ryan, a deal he could not refuse. Almost two whole years of training and partnership before they both went their separate ways.

Alone he found his purpose. Not to be a criminal, but to be a Hero. To help the city that he was born in. Clean up the streets. Finding that his powers had the strength to do more good, he seeked out Batman, eventually earning his recommendation in the Justice League. Not sure what he would find, but something deep inside him told him this would be the right decision. That and he felt he needed a much needed upgrade from just being a small time Hero branded as a criminal.

Sample Post:

The Thugs approached the small hole that quietly melted away the metal that lead into the bank's vault. While normally alarms wold be blaring loud enough to wake up anyone in a mile radius, these weren't the average ski mask wearing criminals. Black Mask has his eye on this vault for some time. The proper planing and calls were made to ensure this heist went flawlessly. Or at least what he thought would be Flawlessly.

"X, hurry the hell up! This smells like a trap. You should've been out of there already." Slade voiced over his encrypted radio. Death Stroke was laying down with his Sniper Rifle just across the street, hidden in a small balcony with full view of the bank.

"Give me a break Slade, didn't I learn from the best?" Ryan replied, waiting for his pray to approach the trap.

The Thugs bearing small arms similar to the Gotham SWAT team, moved in a diamond formation towards the first large room of the Vault. They weren't really thugs, more like professionals from what Ryan could tell. The group kept their Guns trained forward as they approached the secondary Wheel lock that held the treasure. Another charge was planted and quietly detonating, burning through the last bulkhead. Just as the man sized hole was formed, a crumpled piece of paper fell in between the formation of thugs. They quickly pointed their Rifle's flashlights toward the roof, finding nothing. One of them approached the paper, uncrippling it to find the message inside. "X marks the spot".

Before the Man could even processes the message, a X shaped Shuriken flew from behind the group, slicing the Thug's hands clean off. Leaving them still wrapped around the paper. While the first target dropped to his knees whaling in pain, The Red X dropped on top of him to quell his pain, knocking him clean out. Before the remaining four Thugs could point their Guns at Ryan, their weapons were all cleaved from their hands, leaving a Red glow where they had were once whole. One ran while the other three tried to engage Ryan, quickly having bones shattered and jaw's no longer attached to their skulls. Ryan let the lone wolf run in fear, instead of chasing him he pulled out an explosive device and tossed it inside the vault. The explosion absolutely destroying anything within. A large fire leaving in their place.

A laugh could was heard behind Ryan. A familiar one at that. As the X turned around he was shocked to see who it was. The hidden revealed himself to Ryan. Slowly stepping out of the shadows. It was himself...

Ryan woke up over a puddle of his own sweat. Another Nightmare. His past haunting him, again. Before trying to become a Hero rather than a Villain. He did the things he did because of ignorance, not because of Morals. It disturbed him and just thinking about the lives he had taken and the crimes he had committed. Just because. No reason to his action and he had let others influence him to their twisted ideals. It was downright embarrassing.

Ryan got off his bed, the springs loudly releasing his weight. The night life of Gotham was in full chorus. The sirens of Ambulances and Cops alike. The late night cab rides ringing up their meters. The hiss of cats and laughs of people drunk stumbling home. He opened the window of his small one room Apartment in Down Town Gotham. Popping his head out the Window and resting on his arms. It was music to his Ears. The city he born in. Grew up in. Hopefully the one he died in. He loved his city, as disgusting as it really was. He didn't always, but trying to change it gave him Pride in it. He closed his eyes taking in the smell of the city air.

Then the smell changed suddenly. When he opened his Eyes, he was no longer home. His adrenaline kicked in and his Body submerged in a Black fog. He leapt from the cover and presented his Red Energy Blade from his left Forearm. Ready to strike at anything threatening, but no one was there. After a few Seconds he relaxed, thinking instead of reacting to instinct. His armor began to transform into the same Smog that called upon it. Quickly disappearing and leaving Ryan naked from its protection. It didn't take him long to find where he was. The Justice League HQ. "You know, you could just call like usual if you guys needed me!" Ryan yelled out. No response was delivered and it hit him he was all alone. He had a room here, just in case he had to stay so he headed over to it. Not finding or hearing a soul, just the air ducts and his footsteps. It was more than creepy, but maybe he would find something left for him in his room. Maybe something serious had happened and he was teleported by another? Or maybe his damn Curse was playing games with him. He just shook it off. He never liked assuming things, it usually left him disappointed. He learned that hard lesson in the Orphanage.

With his hands in his Jean's pocket, he stopped in front of the door. Reaching out to open it.

Age
23

Personality:
Noble, Hotheaded, Confident, Witty, Ambitious


Archetype:
Mystic

Character Evolution:
Ryan wants to find out how he was inflicted with the curse. Joining the Justice League was a way to hopefully find some one like himself or someone who could help him. Ryan also want a place in the world. He want's what was denied to him from birth. Friends, Family, and maybe a Lover. While he might use uncommon means in delivering Justice, he can still be molded into a 'correct' hero.






X Phase
Ryan can use his finger to paint a X and plant up to four of them on surfaces that allow only him to teleport at short ranges to another X that was placed. They only last for a few minutes, but the teleportation is almost instant. After a Teleport, the X that was used fades away, leaving a scorched mark in it's place.

The X Effect
X marks the spot... Ryan can paint an X on or over an object control the Weight and speed of the marked or anything standing over the mark. Using it as a trap or a targeted attack that would Slow the fastest car to a snail's pace or making the lightest stone heavy as a whale. The effects can also be applied to himself if needed.

X-Wrist Blade and X-shaped shurikens
Produced from his hand, Ryan can call forth these energy Blades from his hands. They burn hot enough to pierce metal. After a certain distance they phase out of existence just as fast as they appeared. They can also be made of the same Material his suit is. Making them inflict blunt damage.

Dirty Fighting
Learning to fight from his old Mentor Deathstroke. His fight style can be described as Dirty, quick, and acrobatic. Inflicting as much damage to drop an opponent before they could react. His main tool while being in the Justice league. Using his more Deadly powers when it's only necessary.



Rage:
Ryan has a short temper which can lead to him going into an all out rage. Sometimes it can be a blessing, but more times than not its a curse. Putting him in situations that he eventually would regret.

Holy Entities:
'Holy Magic' and other Holy devices such as Crosses or Holy Water weaken Ryan. Very similar as Kryptonite is to Super Man. He is not sure what is responsible for this, but he assumes it has something to do with his Power's Origin that he yet understands.

Appearance:
Ryan is about 69 inches. He has long black hair which he gels back giving him a very 'Greaser' look. His fair skin really highlight his black hair and dark brown eyes. He is a slimmer build, but athletic due to his former training. A unsettling 'X' is deeply scarred over his right eye, painting his Eyebrow and Eyelashes Red.

His 'costume' is hard as concrete, but has a slimy sleek texture to it. Similar to how a snake or scales feel. After long periods of damage or if Ryan is exhausted, his armor begins to breakdown to ash. Revealing his state of fatigue.

BRIEF Bio:
Born in a Orphanage in Gothem. His unique appearance was apparent to any parents that would have adopted him. Denying him a loving Family, from parents who wanted a 'Normal' looking child. He lived with the Orphanage until his later Teens, finally running away and living a life of crime in the streets. Around the age fifteen he slowly began to discover his powers, using them for crime whenever he needed the money or breaking the Jaw of a local Mugger. Using his powers quietly to strike fear at any that stood in his way and It wasn't long until he was ruining his own little gang known at the time. Just a minuscule cell of the King Pin, Black Mask. One faithful night, during a bank robbery his group was found by DeathStroke. Who had his own Personal dealings with this specific vault. Ryan was at the wrong place at the right time. Deathstroke slaughtered his group, only keeping Ryan alive after seeing his powers used against him. Slade Wilson offered a partnership with Ryan, a deal he could not refuse. Almost two whole years of training and partnership before they both went their separate ways.

Alone he found his purpose. Not to be a criminal, but to be a Hero. To help the city that he was born in. Clean up the streets. Finding that his powers had the strength to do more good, he seeked out Batman, eventually earning his recommendation in the Justice League. Not sure what he would find, but something deep inside him told him this would be the right decision. That and he felt he needed a much needed upgrade from just being a small time Hero branded as a criminal.


Sample Post:

The Thugs approached the small hole that quietly melted away the metal that lead into the bank's vault. While normally alarms wold be blaring loud enough to wake up anyone in a mile radius, these weren't the average ski mask wearing criminals. Black Mask has his eye on this vault for some time. The proper planing and calls were made to ensure this heist went flawlessly. Or at least what he thought would be Flawlessly.

"X, hurry the hell up! This smells like a trap. You should've been out of there already." Slade voiced over his encrypted radio. Death Stroke was laying down with his Sniper Rifle just across the street, hidden in a small balcony with full view of the bank.

"Give me a break Slade, didn't I learn from the best?" Ryan replied, waiting for his pray to approach the trap.

The Thugs bearing small arms similar to the Gotham SWAT team, moved in a diamond formation towards the first large room of the Vault. They weren't really thugs, more like professionals from what Ryan could tell. The group kept their Guns trained forward as they approached the secondary Wheel lock that held the treasure. Another charge was planted and quietly detonating, burning through the last bulkhead. Just as the man sized hole was formed, a crumpled piece of paper fell in between the formation of thugs. They quickly pointed their Rifle's flashlights toward the roof, finding nothing. One of them approached the paper, uncrippling it to find the message inside. "X marks the spot".

Before the Man could even processes the message, a X shaped Shuriken flew from behind the group, slicing the Thug's hands clean off. Leaving them still wrapped around the paper. While the first target dropped to his knees whaling in pain, The Red X dropped on top of him to quell his pain, knocking him clean out. Before the remaining four Thugs could point their Guns at Ryan, their weapons were all cleaved from their hands, leaving a Red glow where they had were once whole. One ran while the other three tried to engage Ryan, quickly having bones shattered and jaw's no longer attached to their skulls. Ryan let the lone wolf run in fear, instead of chasing him he pulled out an explosive device and tossed it inside the vault. The explosion absolutely destroying anything within. A large fire leaving in their place.

A laugh could was heard behind Ryan. A familiar one at that. As the X turned around he was shocked to see who it was. The hidden revealed himself to Ryan. Slowly stepping out of the shadows. It was himself...

Ryan woke up over a puddle of his own sweat. Another Nightmare. His past haunting him, again. Before trying to become a Hero rather than a Villain. He did the things he did because of ignorance, not because of Morals. It disturbed him and just thinking about the lives he had taken and the crimes he had committed. Just because. No reason to his action and he had let others influence him to their twisted ideals. It was downright embarrassing.

Ryan got off his bed, the springs loudly releasing his weight. The night life of Gotham was in full chorus. The sirens of Ambulances and Cops alike. The late night cab rides ringing up their meters. The hiss of cats and laughs of people drunk stumbling home. He opened the window of his small one room Apartment in Down Town Gotham. Popping his head out the Window and resting on his arms. It was music to his Ears. The city he born in. Grew up in. Hopefully the one he died in. He loved his city, as disgusting as it really was. He didn't always, but trying to change it gave him Pride in it. He closed his eyes taking in the smell of the city air.

Then the smell changed suddenly. When he opened his Eyes, he was no longer home. His adrenaline kicked in and his Body submerged in a Black fog. He leapt from the cover and presented his Red Energy Blade from his left Forearm. Ready to strike at anything threatening, but no one was there. After a few Seconds he relaxed, thinking instead of reacting to instinct. His armor began to transform into the same Smog that called upon it. Quickly disappearing and leaving Ryan naked from its protection. It didn't take him long to find where he was. The Justice League HQ. "You know, you could just call like usual if you guys needed me!" Ryan yelled out. No response was delivered and it hit him he was all alone. He had a room here, just in case he had to stay so he headed over to it. Not finding or hearing a soul, just the air ducts and his footsteps. It was more than creepy, but maybe he would find something left for him in his room. Maybe something serious had happened and he was teleported by another? Or maybe his damn Curse was playing games with him. He just shook it off. He never liked assuming things, it usually left him disappointed. He learned that hard lesson in the Orphanage.

With his hands in his Jean's pocket, he stopped in front of the door. Reaching out to open it.

Name: Lara Kent
Alias: Supergirl
Age: 24
Personality: Quirky on the outside. Emotional and concerned on the inside. Wise, yet still having a lot to learn. Self-sacrificing.
Archetype: Half-alien, half-human
Powers:
- Flight
- Superhuman strength, endurance and speed.
- Super hearing is still only a fracture of its full potential.
- Heat vision
- Tactile telekinesis. The ability to enhance the powers of her Kryptonian heritage. Whether it’s her strength or speed, she can boost her own philology and abilities. Besides that, she is also able to create force fields around people and objects, as well as lift things with her mind. However, her telekinesis has fail in certain instances, as it is powered by her feelings.

Weaknesses:
(X-ray simply never blossomed ☹ )

- Kryptonite. It will leave her much more vulnerable. And yet: Since Lara is only half Kryptonian, it does not have the same crippling effect on her, as it did her farther.

- Since much of Lara’s strength comes from her emotional state, messing with her mind can result in her only having her core strength.

Appearance:

Wearing a smooth, white, sleeveless shirt that visually resembles the surface of a drysuit. However, in actuality it’s Inertron, molded into a rubber-like substance. On her chest she now sports a golden S . The same molded material is used for her form fit pants. Having embraced more of her alien heritage, she now wears neither socks nor shoes, as cold does not affect her much anyway.

Character Evolution: Lara has accepted her role as Supergirl, and the fact that normality is not a luxury she can ask for. However, that urge for normality will still show itself from time to time, and Lara still has room to grow in that department, before she is complete. A fear of hurting those she care about (or the entire world) is a fear she has had to juggle, since the first time she experienced her telekinesis failing her. Because if her powers can fail her, they can also backfire. Trusting her powers completely and rising up to take her father’s place will be part of her journey. Since his death she has been hesitant to let people get close, as she feels she needs to focus on being a strong leader. Lowering her guard in that department is yet another chance to evolve, but she would need someone very special.

Altered History: In this version Lara has only called herself Supergirl after her father died. And has only worn the S on her chest since then also. This version has also carried a wig her entire life, just in case she would need to get into the crime fighting business some day. Also made her a bit older.

Recommended Background Leaguer: J'onn J'onzz

BRIEF Bio:
Lara’s birth was long and difficult. In fact, doctors weren't even sure Lois Lane was going to make it. For the first time ever, the Man of Steel was helpless to save the woman he loved. Yet in the end she pulled through and gave them both a beautiful, little girl.
There was no disagreement on how they should raise her: First they taught Lara to be human. Then they taught her to be super. This initiative carried over to her teen years, as she would go to great lengths just to feel like everyone else. Though her parents did their best to teach her to respect, but not fear her powers, they ultimately failed.
Her telekinesis, and how she was able to develop it, was a mystery to everyone. In time, they came to accept that there was no other explanation than the conditions were right, and it happened. It stands as proof that even after aliens have visited Earth there’s still some mystery left. Lara Kent is simply a force that just is.
Like her farther, she can wear nice outfits and still not be afraid to get her hands dirty. And like her mother, she can enjoy the simple things in life.
Though really smart, she never had many friends. It was as if everyone knew she was a little different. Her occasional awkward behavior reflects her lack of social skills, but then again: Sometimes her one-liners are spot on.

When Lara learned her father wished for her to join the Justice League, she threw aside all dreams and desires to live a normal life. A choice that caused her great dread. However, in time – when she saw the tears of happiness on people, she’d saved – she came to appreciate the difference she was making.

One day the seas were a stir, and the earth shook. Then the world ended. At least for a moment it did. The man, Lara had loved and admired her whole life, was killed right in front of her. She hadn’t even been there and only managed to show up to see him die. Her own father, the Superman.
The entire planet mourned, but none more than Lara. Each day the world would cry out that it needed another Superman, and each day Lara stayed indoors. Until she didn’t. Until she mounted the stage before she was ready. Rebelled against all the caring people that asked her to grieve. And she told the world that Superman's symbol would yet again be shown and bring hope. And only the daughter could rise to take her father’s place. With the weight of the symbol placed on her shoulders, she might never experience the normality she ones strode to achieve, and the world is all the better for it.

A few weeks ago, Lara experienced one instance where her telekinesis completely failed her. Yet having the occurrence repeat itself is not what she fears most. No, if her powers can fail because of a lack of confidence, they might also be able to backfire, maybe tenfold. How many people would be hurt if that ever happened? How many cities? How many countries? These concerns only feed her doubts and the growing nightmares she had experienced since the Superman fell.

Sample Post:
A musty smell of wet concrete spread across Lara’s room. Even after 15 minutes of digging, she was still finding new gravel to remove from her hair after her fight with Solomon Grundy.
Sitting there, with her muscles aching and her heartbeat drumming in her ear, she almost didn’t register J’onn entering. Even after having been trapped in a burning building, he still carried himself with a certain smoothness and dignity. A true member of the Justice League.

“Here to check up on me? Doctor already cleared me. Peek condition, I believe he called it.” Lara put on a smile that she already knew wouldn’t be convincing.

“I know. But I thought you might need a friend to have a look too,” J’onn explained, his cape flying gracefully even without wind.

“Pretty sure everybody, including Grundy’s nose, would say I won the fight.”

“Indeed you did. Yet victory is not what I see when …” He stopped, cleared his throat and gave a look of embarrassment. “I am sorry, Lara, I shouldn’t pry. Forgive an old-”

“No, no, I value your council,” she interrupted.
Though flying was faster, she always preferred to use her body to stand up in these situations. The human way to move, like her mother did.
“Please, go on,” she asked J’onn, now standing up and showing a more honest exterior.

“Every day I see you hurting, and I wonder: Is that truly what your father would have wanted?”

“What do you mean?”

“You carrying a reminder of your loss around. His mark, the S. You already carry so much. Would Clark have wanted you to force such a heavy burden onto your shoulders also?”

Looking down on the symbol on her chest brought all the memories back of that frightful day, yet Lara did look as she spoke: “Dad would have wanted to live. To experience me growing up.”

“And you have. Maybe too soon.”

“Doesn’t exist. There is no too soon. Not in this case.”

“Why not?”

"Because someone needs to wear this. To do what he did. Inspire like he did,” Lara argued. Not with hostility, but passion. She pointed to the symbol, that had been past on to her. “This… This makes a mugger think twice before he acts. This keeps the robbers away from wherever the sun touches. This makes the scared stand up and be brave. It keeps the doomed holding on to hope when all seems lost, and it keeps the corrupt looking over their backs.”