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Shou Hanamura [+]

Character you have created: Shou Hanamura

Alias: Agent 4, or just 4

Speech Color: Steelblue

Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Shou is a very soft spoken man who can seem cold and distant to people he’s just met. In actuality he has a large heart, and truly does empathize with other people, he just has an incredibly hard time showing it. Shou often masks his emotions and how he really feels from people constantly, and while he tells himself it's because he wants to make sure his own feelings don’t influence a vulnerable civilian in a panicked state, it’s more because he feels that is a particular weakness of his. Shou will do what he’s told very dutifully, and isn’t known to act out against his superiors. He prefers finding new ways to follow the mission, rather than breaking Code, and possibly endangering his position.

Uniform/costume: A dark suit jacket with a white under shirt, and green tie. He has a moth shaped silver pin on his left breast pocket, and wears dark pressed pants. This is the uniform all Agents wear.

Origin Info/Details: Shou Hanamura was born to two very distant parents, people who wanted him to grow up to be more of a symbol of their heritage, rather than their son. They treated his sister the same way as well, but she arguably didn’t turn out quite like Shou did. The Hanamura family are renowned in the underworld as some of the best assassins to hire for a quick and easy job. They’re a well kept secret from the general public even, who see them as nothing more than a normal Japanese family. Shou’s family never sought after power in the seedy underbellies of the world, however. His father and mother were obsessed with the status they carried as assassins, rather than the power they held in the Yakuza or Mob.

They lived in Okinawa for a few years, and Shou’s parents were the ones to do the “dirty work” that paid their bills, until Shou and his sister Aiko became old enough in their eyes to start learning the family “Art’s”. From a very young age, Shou was taught various ways to kill people, and how to do it effectively and with perfection. Shou became a natural at it, his sister however did not, and his parents shamed her repeatedly for not measuring up to their expectations. He would defend her, though, no matter how his parents berated the two of them for it.

More years passed, and Shou and his sister had become adults. Their parents disowned Aiko, and sent her away from their family home, refusing to ever speak to her again. They expected Shou to follow the path they had led for him in taking over the family business and becoming the next Hanamura assassin in the family, however he proved faithful to his sister and followed her all the way to America. He continued his Assassin work there in order to make a living, while his sister pursued her passion for mechanical engineering. Soon, however, his parents began to here word of his deeds in America, and were angry with him for continuing the family Art with their name.
To prove a horrible point of just how much they disliked both of their children, the two parents began to send other assassins after them. Of course, they knew these assassins would fail miserably at the hands of Shou, but they sent them anyway in the hopes that maybe one day his sister would be caught in the cross fires of a botched attempt. They wanted to try to hurt them in any way they could, and decided the bond they shared would be enough.

Shou spent days watching over his sister, exhausted from having to deal with poor excuses for assassins. It wasn’t so much that they were particularly skilled, it was the sheer volume of assassins his parents had hired. The siblings soon found themselves at an impossible impasse, where one was needlessly dealing with threats every other day, and the other was trying to get her brother to rest for once.

One day, they received a visitor they weren’t expecting. It was a young woman in a nicely tailored suit, and a neat silver moth shaped pin on her chest. She introduced herself as Leila Motley, a leader of a secret organization known as PARADOX that was bent on helping people in need who found themselves in unsavory situations with people from the underworld. She told them that she employed people of all kinds, from normal every day humans, to superhumans with incredible abilities. And she had heard through the grapevine of numerous dead assassins popping up that two Hanamura’s were in town.

She offered to help them shake the trail of their parents forever, if they agreed to become Paradox Agents, and work for her. Aiko agreed immediately, but Shou was apprehensive. He didn’t completely trust Leila at all, thinking that she could perhaps be a trap that his parents had laid out for them. But Aiko insisted, and thus they both began to work at the underground HQ in Houston.

Aiko worked as an Weaponsmith of sorts, creating more and more unique machines to help advance the powers and abilities of the Supers who worked at the Agency, and Shou worked on the field, helping people with the skills he had gained over the years. He soon rose up in the ranks, and took the title “Agent 4” when he successfully completed his 100th mission with no mistakes made.

He now works to help people in the midst of a disaster that has struck the planet as a whole seemingly out of nowhere and it’ll take a lot more than just himself to get through something like this.

Hero Type: Normal

Power Level: Street level

Powers: None

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:5”7
Weight:145 Lbs
Strength: Is not particularly strong in any way that's extraordinary.
Mobility: is incredibly fast and agile, his ability to parkour his way across a concrete jungle makes him far faster than more people.
Intelligence: Is very smart, but not a genius. He’s far better at reading people then he is at reading books.
Fighting Skill: Is very skilled in hand to hand combat,gun training and knives.
Resources:

Has access to a variety of weapons at HQ, as well as the various high end guns his sister creates. HQ also houses a library, both physical and digital.

Weaknesses:
-Has weak skin, isn’t impervious to being stabbed or shot
-Has low stamina and tires quickly.
-Is not very strong, can only lift a certain amount before hurting himself.
-Is not very skilled against an opponent with a sword or long blade. Only knows how to fight with a dagger or small knife.

Supporting Characters:
-Aiko Hanamura: Shou’s only sister, and Paradox’s official weaponsmith. (Agent 43)
-Leila Motley: Shou’s boss, and the leader of Paradox.
-Conner Ashlen: Shou’s Paradox partner who helps him on various assignments. (Agent 5)
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Runner V [+]

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Character you have created
Jamar Chambers

ALIAS: Runner V
SPEECH COLOR: Plum
CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: WTL
IDENTITY: Secret to all who are not part of the network of runners.

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Jamar is an optimist and an idealist. He believes in the good of all people but holds no reservations about the inconsistencies of that goodness. Unafraid to speak his mind and defiant of authority, Jamar finds himself at odds with villains and law-abiding heroes alike. Loyal to his causes and the immediate people around him, he prioritizes them above everyone and everything else.

When he was younger he was quite temperamental: prone to fighting, quick to anger, believing he was always right and distancing himself from those who disagreed. With age--though not much--and experiences few in similar positions possess, Jamar has what his callousness gets him. He’s seen how it hurts people and how what he once believed was brave: being the first to act, treating all tact and necessary caution with abandon, not listening to those wiser than himself, he now knows all these things make him not only a terrible hero but a terrible man.

He has not lost all his fire, but it has been tempered by the world and he is beginning to understand how to use his temper and his powers as tools instead of allowing them to devour him.

UNIFORM A collection of hoodies, makeshift masks--usually homemade half coverings that leave only the eyes exposed--bandanas, jeans, and whatever the newest shoes are. He mixes and matches according to the task at hand. Or--what is more likely--how well he feels his outfit coordinates.

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Santana and Shanice Chambers fled Apartheid in the early 80s and made their way to the United States in the mid 90s after staying with their grandparents in Cuba for much of the preceding decade. Relocating to St. Louis’ eastside not long after giving birth to Jamar and his sister Camille, the two became activists in the local community.

It is through their ground work they learn of their other history: they are both the children of former Runners: A worldwide syndicate of African, African-American, Native, and Indigenous couriers who, since some time in the 16th century, delivered food, weapons, money, and provided general protection to and for disenfranchised and disinvested marginal communities.

Their children, like so many others in their city and the nation at large, spend their childhoods in various parts of the world: Kaliningrad, Osaka, Benin, Beirut, Jaipur, Lampang. They are taught the intricacies of what their superiors term “the network”: when Jamar and Camille are of age--no later than their 21st birthday--they are inducted as official members and given a callsign, then stationed in a specific part of the U.S. Camille found herself in Chicago and Jamar, given recent events within the city, is tasked with building a new branch of runners in Lost Haven, Maine.

SEASON 1 & 2 SUMMARY None.
HERO TYPE Acrobat
POWER LEVEL Street/Cosmic

POWERS

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AN OVERVIEW It is speculated all Runners are powered in some form. The specific origins of Jamal’s powers are unknown, but he tells the story in the mode of dream: while kids in Benin, Jamar and Camille were playing in the forests and wandered too deep. Bark turned black, etchings of a great spider embedded the face of every tree. The sky above pitched from day to dark, a brood swarm and a creature 80 feet tall with eyes white as clouds towered above them. He said his name was Anansi. He wanted to tell them a story about mischievous children and evil adults. A deep sleep came over them and when they woke, they were paralyzed, bitten, and the Great Spider said only this before he vanished: Ai ghi mi’eve kevb’obalọ. No one evil will prevail.

• PLANEWALKING: Jamar can transverse any surface--no matter its state--as though it is solid. Air, water, magic surfaces, low density surfaces, etc. This does not mean he is immune to the effects of said surface; lava would still eat his flesh, a primarily electric surface would still shock him, so on and so forth.
• DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL: Jamar can transition between interplanar spaces and return himself to this dimension. He usually only uses this ability only when he has to deliver something to interdimensional beings. He needs a physical tether for this ability and if something happened to this tether he would be trapped in whatever plane he was in forever unless he could establish another.
• FLOW: Anansi’s blessings give him supernatural dexterity. He can bend, twist, leap, flip, roll, dodge, slide, and contort his body in ways most humans and many superhumans cannot. This ability to chain his body’s mechanisms together so effortlessly makes him incredibly hard to hit, but does not give him supernatural speed.
• MARTIAL ARTS: He is a skilled combatant, though no master of any styles. Kickboxing, Muay Thai, Aikido, and freestyle wrestling comprise his martial ability and he is most practiced in kickboxing and aikido.

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HEIGHT: 6’3
WEIGHT: 210
STRENGTH He has above average strength for a human thanks to his profession but it does not allow him to perform abnormal feats of might. Most of his physical vigor is used to keep himself hanging onto or leaping across discordant surfaces without injuring himself.
MOBILITY Superhuman. His body’s muscular chain sequence is never rigid and he progresses through and connects movements well above the world’s greatest gymnasts or athletes.
INTELLIGENCE -1 INT modifier. He is far better at improvisation than he is at formal thinking skills like mathematics or physics.
FIGHTING SKILL Practiced. He has knowledge of many schools but is a steady practitioner of four and has profound skill in just two.
RESOURCES The Wreck: A collection of safehouses across the world where Runners can meet, exchange packages, rest, or resupply.
Twin katanas: Standard Japanese cutting swords.
Twin mambele: Curved blades from Central and Southern Africa designed to catch, pull, and parry opposing shields, swords, and chained weapons. Excellent at not only cutting but also controlling and disabling limbs with the curve of the sword.

WEAKNESSES Despite his gifts, he is still human. He can be injured or killed in any way a regular human can. He still has to eat, sleep, breathe, etc. The dangerous nature of his job means he is always in peril and a few broken bones in the right places could mean the end of his career.

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Len “Uncle” Woo: An elderly Chinese man and one of the first American Runners; beloved in the local north Asian community in New York and Baltimore. He and several other elders form the unofficial leadership structure of the Runners’ American network. Stubborn, prone to much drunken storytelling, still believes he is 21 in body and mind.

Camille Chambers: Jamar’s older sister and closest confidant. Calm, confident, and always sure of herself, she and Jamar are opposites in this respect. She has garnered a reputation for herself as a Runner on Chicago’s west side and amassed a level of folklore around herself as her Parklawn neighborhood’s protector. It is a fame she accepts proudly and mentions whenever she can. With the recent passing of the Chambers’ parents, the two have grown much closer.

Quentin “Major” Simms: A middle aged Black American man who is Jamar’s op partner and field mentor. He was the first Runner to train Jamar and Camille in the conduct, tenets, and laws of the network and the first person to teach the siblings how to free run, proper stealth technique, and an untold number of other things. The closest thing to a father figure the two have had in the wake of their biological father’s death.

Mama St. Clair: A Hatian woman and successor to the fabled Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, Marie Leveau, she is the oldest Runner alive though few know her age. It is speculated she is just under three hundred years old. Secretive but no shadow, she presides over the supernatural affairs of the Runner network from her base of operations in New Orleans’ French Quarter and her connections span all 50 states. A supremely powerful mystic, she is feared by many, respected by all who know her, and revered with godlike reverence among Black communities nationwide.

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Steps silent, still pulsing violent against rooftop concrete. White and red shozoku leapt and rolled like water. Only feet ahead was a breathless kid, heart and head gongs against their cages, a butter baritone leaking from his left side,

“I told you this wasn’t what you thought it was, youngin!” the Major’s confidence buoyed his own settled fear,
”I damn sure didn’t think it was this!” one hand pressed down and his body horizontal when Jamar vaulted over a railing,
“Nobody does! Jump on three!”
”I know we not making it to three!”
“You’re right!” one gathering step, two, and both men pushed off the edge and soared across a crevice whose abyss below was concrete and likely worse than an actual void. Voids didn’t break bones, at least.
”They still ain’t stopping!” Jamar decried the obvious; Major craned his head around at their pursuers who moved as one. Like lilies and lilacs.

“Well, tired of running?” Major spoke through haunched breaths
”As hell!” he grabbed hold of Jamal’s shoulders,
“Time to make that thing you do, do what it does!” Major’s superior strength forced them both off the next ledge and then down--down so far in a fall so long Jamar wasn’t sure they would hit the ground. They bounced and rolled on pockets of solidified air; Major broke the landing without any recognizable injury. He pushed Jamal off and stood,
“Get up, rookie. We just got started!”
”Fuck you mean ‘just got started’? We been running for hours.”
“Uh huh.”
”Uh huh? UH HUH? Where is this thing supposed to go again?”
“Alaska.” he deadpanned,
”ALASKA? Nah, nah. Call Uncle Woo right now!”
“Relax, youngin, just to Chicago.”
”We in Baltimore!”
“Better get that ass to running then, huh?” Major smiled and snatched the package from Jamar’s hands. He took off into the night,
”Aye, hold up! You just gone leave me?”
“We’re going to the same place, so leaving is subjective. I like to think of it as you losing to an old man. Double time, young fella!” and Major bounded across a set of monkey bars in a park before his silhouette was awash in distant street lights.

Jamar followed suit, pulling the black bandana and black hood over his face and head respectively. Welcome to the show, Mr. Chambers. Your death certificate is on the left.

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Long night under the cold star sent adrift in space lost to the void and awoken by fire. [+]

Character you have created: Koisma
Alias: "Long night under the cold star sent adrift in space lost to the void and awoken by fire." or just "Long Night"
Speech Color: Frost
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Unknown
Character Personality: A lost soul, no mind to speak of yet. Simply hunger to reclaim the energy that it has lost from being adrift in space for an uncountable number of years. A starved body and mind that seeks sustenance before it could even begin to consider its own personality or feelings.
Uniform/costume: An ovoid crystal of chemically pure sapphire, opaque except for two pairs of crossed transparent lines. These lines are her eyes. To the sides of this ovoid crystal are a pair of rounded discs of white diamond that border both sides of the head. These are her ears. A pair of flat discs floats just below her head and are composed of obsidian, this is her mouth. Floating loosely above a hexagonal crystal of the same makeup, totally opaque in form. Below the hexagonal shoulders are twelve equal length series of crystalline tendrils made of interlocking crystals rather than individually free floating pieces. These are tri tipped tendrils, each of the three tips at the ends of these are the manipulating fingers with which she manipulates the world around her.

She has a veil of free floating space dust and frost that loosely resembles a cloak with a wide collar. It resembles black opal and hangs the full enormous length of her body. It gives the illusion of humanoid form with her wide "shoulders" propping the cloak up beneath her head.
Origin Info/Details: The last surviving member of an unimaginably ancient race whose star died of old age, her planet and people were blown away in a supernova. Their own hubris made them refuse to leave. She in her fear ran from the imminence of her demise. Sent careening into the void of space, she used her phenominal powers to freeze herself solid and enter a state of suspended animation. An entire solar system emerged from the nebula formed from the supernova and she was drawn into orbit in the asteroid belt around the star. Suddenly she was hurtled towards Earth by the artifices of an alien race, and her arrival is largely unnoticed by the residents who were more concerned with the ongoing invasion.
Season 1/2 Summary: Frozen in space.
Hero Type: Energy.
Power Level: World Level
Powers:
Energy Absorption: A passive consumption of all energy in an area of effect around her body. The radius is her height, and it is a perfect sphere with the center being her head. This energy absorption is incredibly potent. Able to suck the heat from the air and freeze water in her wake, leaving a sheen of frost on the ground as she moves. She is able to extend this absorption and control its shape. She can also absorb information straight from computers, as they are stored in an energetic state. If she concentrates it to a single point in front of her head she has no upward limit on the energy she can absorb. She could be dropped into a reactor and drain it in minutes if she concentrates it this way.

This concentrated absorption can be weaponized by placing at the end of one of her manipulator limbs it can be used to "erase" matter in its tracks. What is really happening is she is instantly converting matter to energy and absorbing it, but it operates like a blade that can cut through any barrier. No material, no energetic barrier, no protection can resist being consumed this way.

By dividing it up to each of her manipulator limbs she can reduce the effectiveness but raise the number of threats. On contact with any material it is gradually consumed layer by layer. Skin is dissolved, muscle is shredded, bone is eroded leaving nothingness in its wake.

Energy Manipulation: All of the energy that is absorbed has to go somewhere, and she is able to finely manipulate it and give energy to matter around her. Simple to explain, but exceptionally potent in execution. She is able to give any form of energy to any non-living matter around her. Including but not limited to:

-Energizing air into a superheated beam by giving it kinetic and heat energy.
-Stopping or blowing away objects in motion by giving the air in front of her kinetic energy equal to or greater than the mass of the object.
-Sending objects flying by giving them large volumes of kinetic energy.
-Effectively telekinesis on objects that are not living.

Attributes:

Length: 12 feet 7 inches
Weight: 1036.8 lbs
Strength: Multiple Tens of Tons, two tons per manipulating arm. Can be raised by applying energy to the object she is trying to move.
Mobility: Complete control over mobility on all three axes. Can break the sound barrier passively, but when she pushes herself to her absolute limits she can reach mach 4.
Intelligence: Comparatively simple minded. Very quick to learn and adapt. She learns at an absurd rate, absorbing information directly from machinery.
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: None to speak of.

Weaknesses: Body made of crystal means if a part of her is broken it has to be replaced, rather than healed properly.
Supporting Characters: None to speak of.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes.
Sample Post:
As the alien ships launched down their volley of asteroids towards the planet a small rocky object was caught in the gravity wake of their assault. Colliding with the celestial body and bouncing off course she was launched towards the planet at an odd angle. Heat and light after eons of darkness suddenly awoke her to the world again. Life! Life! Life! She could feel, she could think, and she suddenly felt the immeasurable hunger of a billion billion lifetimes strike her with an almost lethal blow of agony.

The pain of entry into a planet whose gravity was far less than her own was less than that of her own insatiable hunger, her mind broke under the strain, for the few moments that she could remember herself she was terrified. Now she could feel no emotion other than the need to feed.

At the moment of collision her body extended her numerous limbs out like a kite, spreading the cloak across their surface and raising the tension so that she suddenly and abruptly stopped. Only the ends of her manipulator arms touched the ground as she halted her descent. There was a moment of pause as she took stock of her surroundings and her aura of energy absorption began to rapidly convert the air around her into nourishment.

It was not, however, enough for her and she began scuttling across the ground like some perverse crystalline arachnid. Where she stumbled upon a couple who was hiding in fear from the events of the invasion. They were terrified, and had no clue that the lifeform that suddenly appeared before them was not part of the very same invasion.

Neither did she. They were mutually unaware of the truth of the situation, and the only thing that mattered was that these soft fleshy lifeforms had a lot of warmth. Plenty of energy to begin satisfying the hunger within her.

She leapt upon them, and held them in place while their bodies decomposed into their basic components and gradually turned into raw energy.

This too was not enough, and she desperately needed more.