"Hey, I'm trying my best here. That's what matters, right?" [+]

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:
He doesn’t have a costume outside of a mask and street clothes. Things get too damaged around him to spend money on something fancy.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.

Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Please provide a short description for each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Mobility: Depends. He can launch himself at massive speeds by jumping, but has no mobility once he does so. Probably 5x a regular person’s at running.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: What a regular 20 something would have access to in Lost Haven.

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

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Sample post skipped due to acceptance in Season 2.

Character you have created: Milliard S. Leigher
Alias: Verge
Speech Color: Gold
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Milliard Silvio Leigher (prounounce: Mill-I-ard Sil-vio-Lay-err)

Spent a few days working on this but there it is.

Character you have created: Indra Sukhavira

Alias: Apex

Speech Color: Silver

Character Alignment: Walk The Line

Identity: Known to Dullahan, since he was an experiment using Racheli's modified blood.

Character you have created: Louisa
Alias: Cadence
Speech Color: Chartreuse
Character Alignment: Walking the line
Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Louisa is an easy going and sometimes seeming air headed kind of person. She tends to go with the flow of situations and only really goes against it and starts acting serious when something goes completely against her moral compass. This can happen in situations such as a small child being abused or someone she cares about get hurts, which she will handle vehemently.
On those lines though she hardly lets anyone get truly close to her. Everyone is a friend until they show aggression to her but no one is someone she truly cares for or would often fight for. She would fight but that's more of a I'm just here situation or this looks interesting than actually too much care about the other people. She is also the kind of person that doesn't like unfair fights and would jump in just to help the odds out a bit.

Uniform/costume:
Neon orange crop hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Louisa doesn't know where she is originally from. What she does know that is for as long as she could remember she was within pristine white facilities that stank of antiseptic. Her parents are memories that were lost long ago. All she knew from her upbringing were the adults that led her from test to test, as well as the children she would see from time to time. She knew she had magic from a very young age as the adults around would not let her forget as they tested her capability to her limits as well as trained her in the fighting style of Krav Maga. As a small child with a lisp she found herself hurt and shut off from the rest of the people more often than not. She found herself turning to her imaginary world instead and let her thoughts roam as she dreamed of all the things that could be.
This all ended though when she was fifteen years old and now after having her magical skills acknowledged and the lisp beaten out of her she found herself with growing powers along with a fury that had been held inside for her for much too long. Escaping the facility with just a few causalities on the way out she finally found out that she was in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska.
She has grown up as a nomad, never settling down and staying around for too long. She has made what she could have considered friends but after a few months or a year she would feel the itch to move on again and so she would take whichever way the wind would take her. Eight years later and she has walked, hitch hiked and even teleported her way across the country and has found herself in Maine.

Hero Type:
Mystic- Spell casters and magic users, if you're using any sort of magic then it goes here.

Power Level:
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)

Powers:
Rhyming spells-
Louisa's powers come in the form of vocal spells that rhyme. She can only do these spells vocally and they have to be sentences that not only tell the spell what to do but also the last words have to rhyme.

She has a limited amount of power with her spells. Yes she could probably turn someone inside out if she was angry enough but that will make her faint. She can teleport but only around a city, not from city to city let alone planets.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'4
Weight: 105 pounds
Strength: Slightly below average
Mobility: Slightly above average
Intelligence: Average, mostly street smarts
Fighting Skill: Trained in some Krav Maga
Resources:

Weaknesses:
Take away her voice and she is no longer much of a threat.

Supporting Characters: N/A

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Cadence [+]

Sample Post:

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Green eyes blinking at the sight before her, Lousia turned her head to the side curiously. There in the busy area next to another megalith mall, there stood an area behind fences and warning tape. It seemed to be a long abandoned construction of multiple apartments now boarded up with wooden blanks and stained with un-creative graffiti.
A smile grew on Louisa's face as her feet turned towards the abandoned and decrepit building. A skip and a jump, over some metal fences that no one was watching, she found herself humming as she walked and ran her fingers along the harsh concrete walls that encased the old living situation.
Finding the stone stairs that led up the building, she walked ever upwards until she had decided she was finally high enough. Walking out to the balcony she could see the people of the town, now only small dots, scurrying around like ants. With a relaxed grin, Louisa started to walk along the hallway. Reaching a broken open wooden door, she peaked her head in and knocked on the wood.
"Anyone in?" She cheerfully asked the empty looking room. The only response she got was the sound of the cars passing by the building.
"Guess it looks like I'm all alone," Walking into the building she stepped over the trashed contents of what looked like it had once been the dining room table and chairs, "Hmmmm this won't do at all. Bring the old and ruined, back to new and ...... shit."
Taking a deep breath with closed eyes, she looked back at the apartment, "Take this apartment that is a broken mess and make it into a house for the noblesse. "
The room slowly at first but getting faster as time went along, turned from the abandoned dirt and litter that the home had become into an apartment that was not only clean but was even turning into something people might even say was fit for a queen. Half way through the process though, the floating items stopped and as Louisa fell to her knees, they crashed on to the floor.
Breathing heavily, Louisa looked around her at the apartment with partly scrubbed off graffiti still on the walls but there in front of her stood a brand new table and chairs. "Well close enough..."

Hey, all! I'm back and will be returning as Miss Megaton in Season 3. Just gotta take some time to get caught up and decide how I want to merge my planned season opener with the big event...

In the meantime, I do have a casting change. Henceforth, the role of April Newton/Miss M will be played by Elizabeth Lail (You, Once Upon a Time).

Reference [+]

Alejandro Fernando Roberto Grange:



Speech Color:
Lime Green

Character Alignment:
Walking the line...in more ways than one

Identity:
Only his two friends, sister, and dad know about his powers, but only one friend knows everything that he does with those powers.

Hero Type:

Brick/Gray Matter

Power Level:

City Level

Alias [+]

The Cleaner
Alejandro's day job is as a forensic science technician, but when he's not solving crimes he's covering them up by being a cleaner for the gang that his dad runs. They may be criminals, but they do have standards. Even with those standards however, sometimes things go wrong. When they do, they call Alejandro to make it all disappear and keep heat off of the family.

Muerte
During his free time he becomes a vigilante who keeps the more dangerous criminal elements in check. If someone's dealing drugs to kids, beating up/killing prostitutes, or starting gang wars that would endanger civilians, Alejandro shuts that s**t down. He gives only one warning. If in 24 hours there is no change he takes out all of the leaders of the offending gang as well as anyone who tries to stop him. Anyone left is allowed to flee or start over, but if they try to avenge their fallen comrades or go back to the problem activities then they too will be marked for death. If they run before time is up and try to settle in a different town without stopping the problem activities, Muerte hunts them down anyway.

Character Personality [+]

Alejandro is a multifaceted individual, quite like a gemstone. You have to see multiple sides of him in multiple different lights to get the whole picture of who he is. One side of him is happy-go-lucky, hedonistic, and the life of the party. Another is cold, calculating, and quite capable of murder. He is not a “good” person, but he is a moral one, and is far better than a lot of “bad” people. He is nice to his allies and vicious to his enemies. He is patient and slow to anger, but once he's snapped there is no going back. He is also curious, philosophical, and a hard core people watcher. His pass-times include hanging out in bars/clubs, drinking, hanging out with friends/family, doing deep dives on Wikipedia articles, and night-lighting as an EMT or prostitute depending on what mood he's in.

Uniform/costume [+]

When he is Muerte he wears a black leather jacket over a t-shirt with black leather pants, boots, and fingerless gloves. He also wears a mask that covers his whole head (quite like a wrestler's mask) that has the visage of a Day of the Dead skull on it. This outfit is specially designed to be resistant tearing, stabbing, and fire but is not indestructible.

Origin Info/Details [+]

He was born in Mexico and raised by his mom and stepdad until he was about 8 years old. He had three siblings: an older sister, and two younger ones. He does not have the same father as his sisters due to his mom breaking up with his stepdad for a few years before getting back together with him. Alejandro doesn't know who his father really is. His stepdad resented the reminder that his wife had been with anyone else and abused him physically and verbally. He's been “different” since he can remember. His sisters knew about his powers but he kept it a secret from their parents.

One day his stepdad pissed off some local cartel members and when he refused to back down or apologize the cartel shot up the house. Only Alejandro and his baby sister Anna survived the attack. Not knowing where else to go he took her to the local church where the Padre took them in and made plans to get them into America to a foster family up North. It took 2 years but he finally found a group willing to take them. Unfortunately the group that they were with got caught at the border, but Alejandro managed to sneak into another vehicle with Anna before they were found too. That vehicle happened to belong to a Nickolas Grange, leader of a stateside motorcycle gang called The Raiders. Nick, not having any interest in taking in strays, was just going to leave them in the first town he came across but Alejandro “persuaded” him by punching a dent into the hood of his car.

8 years later of being raised by a supportive, but criminal man, Alejandro completes high-school and travels back to Mexico to find the people who killed his mother and other sisters. This is his first act as Muerte. He found them and took out the whole cartel. When he got back to the states he enrolled in college and split his time between school, looking after his kid sister, the family “business”, and being a vigilante. In another few years he graduated with a Master's in Forensic Science and got a job freelancing for local and federal cases to help with their backlogs. His sister lives in Miami, FL with their Dad. His friends Jesus and Jacque live in New Haven where he has lived for the passed 3 years.

Powers [+]

Inhuman Strength: Spiderman level (can lift a car, but not a train)

Kinetic Redistribution: punches, bullets, speeding vehicles etc. cannot hurt him because he absorbs the energy and disperses it. He must expel the energy within 15secs or he will take damage. He can use it as an attack or disperse it as heat

Healing Factor: Wolverine level healing, cannot regenerate limbs or survive his brain being destroyed but as long as most of him remains intact he'll eventually recover, most poisons/toxins lethal to humans get processed and recovered from within minutes

Analytical Mind: Sherlock/Batman level of assessing a scene/situation/person to calculate outcomes, causes, or counters within 15 seconds (must be able to stand relatively still without speaking and be in visual range of all relevant data, if interrupted he must start over)

Emotional Influence: he has a low level psychic field that he can use to manipulate the emotional states of those within it. He can't make them actually do anything, only influence what they feel in the moment. He can make an angry person calmer, he can make a sad person more cheerful, or a cautious person more relaxed. Range is 15 feet.

Attributes/Weaknesses [+]

Attributes:

-Height: 6' 2” (muscled, but no overtly so)
-Weight: 250lbs
-Strength: 5 tons max
-Mobility: Has his own live-in 5th wheel (Road Warrior 429), a lime green pick-up (Chevy Silverado 3500),and a black motorcycle (Kawasaki Z400)
-Intelligence: Genius
-Fighting Skill: A good brawler and efficient killer but not formally trained
-Resources: Well off

Weaknesses:

-energy based attacks (lasers, magic, power blasts)
-slow attacks like with a knife
-suffocation/drowning
-his family/friends

Supporting Characters [+]

Nickolas Grange: gang leader, TV junkie, dad

Race: human (mutant)
Power: can enhance or bring out other people's powers/abilities/talents. If someone has the potential to have powers he can manifest them. Otherwise he can enhance already existing powers or abilities in individuals for a short period of time (5 hours)
Provides with some finances and supplies, underworld contacts, and advice

Appearance [+]

Anna Grange: martial arts champion, social media savant, sister

Race: human
Power: unknown
Provides moral support, tech support, and a reason for Alejandro to not get into too much trouble

Appearance [+]

Jesus Cristo: crafting master, giant spider dude, best friend

Race: mutant (giant spider)
Power: climb walls, armored exoskeleton, web production, eight limbs, tremor sense, and 270 degree vision
Provides/repairs his outfits, keeps him well fed, and is always willing to give him a place to crash/hide

(Disclaimer: Artwork belongs to CannibalHarpy on DeviantArt, I just changed the colors)

Appearance [+]

Jacquelyn Tyler: badass b*tch, prostitute, ex girlfriend

Race: human
Powers: none
Is his eyes and ears on the street, runs interference/counter-intelligence to keep heat off of him, keeps him from doing stupid things

Appearance [+]

Hank Rosco: chain-smoker, veteran and cheif on the force, boss

Race: human
Powers: none
Is Alejandro's contact in the New Haven police department. They don't really have a formal contract of employment but he is the one who authorizes Alejandro to be involved with cases and makes sure he gets paid for it

Appearance [+]

Sample Post [+]

Alejandro lay in the bed of his 5th wheel, shirtless and snoring, as daylight crept in and revealed the train wreck that was his day off. The ground, table, and bed were littered with dozens of beer cans, empty cans of food, and a few ripe take out containers. The TV still played at low volume the marathon of Forensic Files he'd passed out to.

A low buzzing sound broke the silence as his phone lit up from a call. Alejandro barely stirred until the device buzzed its way across the table and tumbled off the edge along with a couple of beer cans. He groaned and shifted, sending more cans to the floor, to search for the source of the noise. When he finally grasped it, he glared at the caller I.D. with a single bleary eye before answering it in his Latino tenor.

“Its my day off Rosco.”

“I know, but we've got a double homicide in Little Sicily.” Alejandro could hear chatter in the background. Rosco was obviously at the scene, and he sounded on edge.

“I only take one day off Rosco, why isn't the state lab doing it?”

“We need YOU Grange. Get your ass over here and you'll see why, preferably before the press gets here. I'll buy you a pizza.”

Alejandro fell silent just long enough to make Rosco squirm. “Give me 30 minutes.”

He sat up and rubbed his face, sending another can to its doom, before getting up and starting to dress. He knew he could have said no, but something about Rosco's tone had intrigued him. It must be a particularly gruesome scene, that or a scene the state couldn't figure out. After dressing he took a swig of milk from the jug in the fridge, grabbed his work bag, and headed out to his bike at the back of the 5th wheel. Within seconds it roared to life and Alejandro sped off to the crime scene.

When he rolled up up to the location Alejandro could see that a crowd was already forming around the police tape. With a quick shift in weight, he zipped down a side street so he could avoid the curious eyes of the civies and media. After parking his bike Alejandro unzipped his bag to start putting on his suit, booties, and gloves.

“When are you gonna get a helmet for that damned thing?” There was the flick of a lighter and a long pause as Rosco inhaled behind him.

“When I need one,” Alejandro quiped back as he zipped his bag up.

He ignored the acidic look Rosco gave him and headed to where little plastic number cards marked the trail to a grisly sight. Alejandro knew instantly why Rosco had called him in. Blood, body parts, and clothing lay scattered across the ally. He took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and took in the scene. Two arms, one hand, three feet, partial leg, and partial torso. Parts scattered...elongated blood spots...Explosion? No scorch marks, no trace of a device. Unless... He walked over to where the mostly intact torso lay and shone his flashlight on the mutilated flesh. He was aware of Rosco's eyes on him, praying that Alejandro would give him some way of understanding the disturbing sight. Alejandro ignored him and put his face as close to the remains as possible. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and a bag before extracting a bone shard from the skin. Definitely an explosion. But from where? The next several minutes were devoted to taking sample from every chunk of flesh, splat of blood, and piece of clothing. When he was finished he found the point where all the blood splatter angled toward. After several seconds he sighed and walked back to Rosco.

“Well?” Rosco said as he lit a second cigarette.

“You're not going to like it,” Alejandro said as he piled all the evidence packets into a cooler and starting to remove his suite.

“Just tell me,” came the snappy retort.

“As far as I can tell, it was an explosion.”

“Explosion? Then where's the bomb?”

“The second victim WAS the bomb.”

“What?”

“Found bone shrapnel in the torso of one of the victims. Could have only got there if someone exploded next to them. There's no burning or scorching anywhere though so it couldn't have been a device. Something made one of our victims explode from the inside.”

“Was it a Sup?”

“I need to examine the evi-”

“What else could it have been?! People don't just explode out of nowhere Grange. If the press gets wind of this-”

Alejandro turned and looked Rosco right in the eye and the man seemed to deflate under his gaze. “I am going to examine the evidence. I'll tell you what happened then. Just do what you always do: smoke, keep a lid on things, and don't answer any questions directly. You'll do just fine...”

He injected some calm into that last word. Rosco's shoulders relaxed and he took a steadying breath.

“Let me know as soon as you know ANYTHING about what happened. And try not to get distracted ok?”

Alejandro nodded and got on his bike. “You still owe me a pizza,” he said before tearing out of the alley.

Hours later Alejandro was staring into a microscope in his lab, the ugly truth of the alleyway murders staring back at him. After the bloodwork from one of the victims had come back with some bizarre results he had decided to double check the tissue samples. What he found there had left him with one conclusion: the cells had been mutated, and forcibly so. He didn't know which had come first, mutation or explosion, but he did know that this spelled trouble.

Alejandro stood up suddenly and started dialing a number on his phone, pacing up and down the length of his 5th wheel. As soon as Rosco's sleep saturated voice answered Alejandro wasted no time speaking.

“You need to get a hold of every street contact you have, we may have a new drug on the streets...”

We've come a loooooong way, @nitemare shape…

Might add some perspective to that last post...

....I'm going to add I think I just deleted the entire "sample post" and need to rewrite it now. Gaaaaaaaah

Edit: OK done. I remembered 80% of it at least.