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Screen Name:Nitemare Shape
Character you have created:Forsaken
Alias: none
Speech Color: N/A

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Cold and calculating, Forsaken by nature is always cool and calm, yet just under the surface boils an undeniable anger. He expects the very best from those who serve under him, and nothing less will suffice. He uses his intimidating stature to coerce people into doing what he wants, yet is not afraid to get his hands dirty, in fact, he rather relishes the chance to take someone's life. Believes in victory through overwhelming force, will use anything at his disposal to completely overpower a foe. Does have a desire to rule over the weak, and is willing do whatever it takes to accomplish his goals.

Uniform/Costume: See Below

Origin Info/Details:The man known only as Forsaken wasn't always a bad guy, like everyone else, he was simply trying to make his way in the world. But that all changed when a secret society known only as The Coven chose to use him as their pawn in what they felt was an inevitable war. Looking to create the perfect weapon, The Coven abducted him, genetically altering him and giving him powers that he could not even imagine. Although the experiments were for the most part a success, while he did become proficient with his newfound power and became masterful fighter, able to hold his own with the best that the Coven had to offer, the toll that the experiments took on his body as well as his mind were quite unfortunate, though not entirely unexpected. He was severely deformed, and as a result, he chose to hide those deformities behind a mask. His mind was also fractured, and for several years suffered hallucinations that could only be described as living nightmares. Because of this, he was locked away in a sensory deprivation chamber which essentially held him in a form of suspended animation. However, he was strong willed and was able to overcome his psychosis during his imprisonment. At first he was embittered by his circumstances and felt the need to get retribution. However, eventually he came to the realization that the best way to take his revenge was by taking control of The Coven, and using it for his own ends. He developed a plan, and knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be implementing it. Eventually, the man now known only as Forsaken was able to escape from his confines, and immediately went to work in exacting his revenge. He was able to hunt down and exterminate the leadership of The Coven. When they were dead, he gave the remaining Coven members a choice- Join him, or die. With an army of his own, Forsaken reorganized The Coven into the mysterious organization known only by a few as The Crimson Talon. From there he returned to his ancestral homeland of Charonia, where he and the Crimson Talon took control of the small nation. After assassinating the Charonian Prime Minister and executing the nation's Senate, he alone was left to rule the country, as well as it's vast reserve of the volatile and rare metal Chromanium.

Power Level: World

Powers: Enhanced strength and agility. Telekinesis (able to move objects with his mind, even able to mimic flight with this ability), Pyrokinesis, has shown traces of psychic ability, and is able to withstand high amounts of damage.

Attributes
Strength Level: undisclosed
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10x's normal human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 10x's normal human
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Large

Weaknesses: Can be distracted and lose focus.In the heat of battle he can sometimes allow his anger to overwhelm him and lose control. Also can be arrogant and can underestimate his foes. And though he is able to withstand high amounts of damage, he is not invulnerable and is able to be wounded, and even killed.

Supporting Characters:

Allura- High ranking member of the Crimson Talon, consort to Forsaken. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon
Shani- One of Forsaken's most trusted associates. Beautiful and deadly, one of the world's elite assassins
Omnus- The general of Forsaken's vast army. Possesses tactical expertise that is unmatched. Because of this uncanny knack for strategy and knowing his enemy, some of those under his command have come to believe that his abilities are of a supernatural variety. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon.
Eternity- Rumored to have lived for over 500 years. Forsaken's most trusted advisor. One of the inner circle of the Crimson Talon

Various underlings and foes who will be described when introduced

What can you bring to the RPG?: A villain. And nachos. Yeah...mostly just nachos.

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Sample Post:

The man known only as The Forsaken stood at the balcony that overlooked the cavernous subterranean headquarters of the Crimson Talon. He watched as his Elite Guard; a squadron of his very best soldiers, each man fiercely loyal to him almost to a fanatical level, each willing to give his life for their leader, went through drills to sharpen their already impecable skills. As he watched his men, the slightest of smiles formed beneath his mask. He knew that these men were feverishly devoted to him, and would make the necessary sacrifices to ensure that his goals were attained.

He knew that he needed such devotion. From the very beginning, Crimson Talon had been a secretive organization. One that had been thought to be little more than an urban legend by most, and spoken about in hushed tones by those that knew better. For years, Forsaken was content to stay hidden, to quietly consolidate his power from the shadows. However, in recent months things had changed. Events had taken place that would soon force him, and the entire Crimson Talon into the light. Other organizations had come into power and interfered with his plans, organizations like the accursed CHIMERA, as well as an organization that has managed to stay as deep within the shadows as Crimson Talon had. Soon, very soon, he would lead Crimson Talon into the light, and nothing would ever be the same again.

As Forsaken continued to watch his troopers perform their drills, he suddenly became aware that he was no longer alone. By the sounds of the footfalls that hesitantly approached him, he knew that Diedrich, one of his most trusted advisors was making his way toward him. The man feared him, and rightfully so. Forsaken had proven to his men time after time that he was a man to be feared. And he used that fear to his advantage.

There was a time, soon after he had taken control of The Coven, and had gone about reorganizing it into the Crimson Talon that he was not truely feared. He had is detractors, those who did not think that he was capable of leading such an ambitious enterprise, and had hoped to turn his forces against him. Obviously, their plans had failed. He had dealt with them swiftly, and harshly- eliminating them in the most gruesome manners imaginable. Some of the men he was forced to terminate were some of the best men in his organization, and it had set him back slightly in the short term, but their failed coup had given him something far more valuable than anything else they could have contributed to his organization.

Fear.

His men feared him, above all else...and he wouldn't have it any other way. Fear was a great motivator, and it kept those under him in line. It forced anyone foolish enough to even entertain the thought of another attempted coup to reconsider even before the seeds for action had been planted. However, he found that on occasion, they needed a reminder.

"My lord, I bring you...less than good news." Diedrich said, carefully choosing his words as not to draw the ire of his commander.

"Indeed?" Forsaken asked, his patience growing suddenly thin.

"I'm afraid so, my lord. It seems that the ship carrying the armaments we had recently purchased was boarded off of the American coast. The ship and her cargo were confiscated and her crew were...detained."

"I see." Forsaken said evenly as he processed the information.

"And that isn't the worst of it. It would appear that some of the men are questioning......" Diedrich suddenly fell silent as pain gripped his insides. He looked up at his master, fear etched across his face as he silently pleads for his master's aid. Aid which he never receives. Within seconds, he is set ablaze. The flames burn him from the inside, a funeral pyre so hot that he is completely incinerated, reduced to mere ash in seconds.

Forsake steps away from the balcony and begins making his way toward his chambers when he pauses only to look over his shoulder at the scorched ground which marked where his advisor had once stood.

"Nobody questions me Diedrich. Nobody."

(Despite his association with the nazi party he was not really a nazi. Necessary disclaimer.)

Character you have created: Vorian von Traupitz
Alias: The Good Doctor

Speech Color: Normal

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Very secret

Character Personality: The Good Doctor suffers from a particular personality quirk that results in his belief that there are only a handful of real people in the world and that all others are mere figments and lacking an essential piece that truly makes them human. He obviously considers himself to be one of these few real people. This is not of particular importance to the rp but it allows for a better understanding of his slaughtering of untold masses of human test subjects over the course of his 126 year long life. Vorian is also to some degree a perfectionist and this has also contributed to the extreme body count he has racked up as he wishes to make every compound or substance perfect. He is manipulative to a degree as well but also due to his personal love of his work he is not the most gifted socially despite his long life as he has devoted almost no effort to that area. He is also extremely intelligent to the point where most people cannot even begin to comprehend his formulas and quite simply are idiots intellectually compared to him.

Uniform/costume: Vorian is not a particularly impressive specimen physically. His average 5 feet 10 inch height is thin but not muscular by any means. His hair is pale brown and rather short and his face is slightly rounded with faded grey eyes and a rather thin lipped mouth. His skin is quite pale and in some places marked by old long faded scars. As the Good Doctor Vorian dons his signature mask, created to his exact specifications nearly a hundred years ago. It in truth has some resemblance to a helmet rather than a mask and covers the entirety of his head. It has a total of 6 visor slits that glow red, there are three of these visor slits in front of each of his eyes. The mask itself is matte black in color though there are a few silver lines that mar the perfection of the paint, presumably from impacts over the years. He also wears a version of the uniform that was created for him during the second world war. It has some resemblance to a dress uniform of the time and has an officers cape that reaches the floor. It is in the colors of the Nazi regime though there is no swastika emblazoned upon it. Instead there are six red slanted lines, the symbol of the Abteilung Der Vollkommenheit. He primarily stuck with it as he likes the cape like portion. The attire naturally includes boots and gloves.

Origin Info/Details: (Please note this just covers up until the end of WW2, I lost the portion from after when the site died. I'm working to rewrite it.)

Vorian von Traupitz was born in 1887 in Berlin to the von Traupitz family. He was raised primarily in the family estates some distance outside of the city. His parents were not the sort to be particularly involved in raising their son. Though they were mystified at their only child's seeming inability to become ill when illnesses frequently swept the household. As time went on his other more bizarre tendencies drew more of their limited attention. Among them were habits of dissecting animals and a fascination with how things fundamental things in life really worked. And perhaps the most revealing of his future was the way the youth had an intense interest in diseases and afflictions. When individuals on the estates took ill he would always want to examine them, though in his childhood years he did not yet do more than record what he saw.

When he reached the appropriate age, Vorian was enrolled in a rather prestigious school of higher education in Berlin. His education at his own volition focused primarily on the areas that could be referred to as natural sciences. He was easily the most gifted student in that area at his school and was the top of his classes. After completing his education and being qualified as a doctor of medicine in addition to degrees in numerous other subjects such as chemistry and biology he, funded by university grants began to work on private projects.

These projects soon attracted government attention after an accident in his lab released a toxic yellow gas that killed several assistants leaving them blistered both outside and in. Immediately seeing potential military applications for Dr. Traupitz's research the Imperial German government promptly moved to fund his research, giving him a new facility in which to perform his experiments in hopes they could use the compounds that the man had begun to work on creating. Being a nationalist as well as a scientist Vorian was more than happy to assist his nation, the generous funding and private lab facilities also had something to do with it. Within a month after the government took over funding on his research and he was relocated to a private facility there was an accident. Officially Vorian was recorded to have died when a train he was supposedly riding derailed. In reality the Imperial German government, seeing the progress and potential of his work decided that he was an asset that had to be protected and no one would go hunting for a dead man. In a moment of irony he was referred to in communications as The Good Doctor given his propensity for developing lethal substances rather than healing. This coded way of referring to the man who was officially dead became official and persisted for years through several regime changes.

Prior to the outbreak of World War 1 the majority of Vorian's research and experimentation went unused and while the government had been eager to scoop up the potentially valuable resource little funding was directed in his direction. The Kaiser's grandiose dreams of a navy that would wrest dominion of the seas from England and other projects that were given far higher importance were prioritized. In the early stages of the war as well he was largely ignored and continued his experiments within the lab facilities provided for him. However this would change with the outbreak of chemical compounds and agents in the form of weapons during the war. While the initial use of tear gas first by the French and then later Germany as well was not related to him it's ineffectiveness led to the high command looking over its resources relating to the matter at hand. The Good Doctor's early research had focused on such things and the regular reports and experiment logs filed with them by the man made it clear his talents could be of great use in the war effort.

Of course he was willing to use his skills and creations to aid his nation and if there was some enthusiasm at the chance to finally test his early compounds on humans rather than lab animals his superiors overlooked it in light of the potential value and the fact that the stalemate was dragging on with no sign of ending. The Good Doctor was not the only individual to be brought in with this decision, others included Fritz Haber, who aided in the creation of designs for the early dispersal systems for gases and later Wilhelm Lommel who provided insights allowing his early blistering agent to be stabilized and mass produced more easily. Prior to the first large scale use of any of his compounds and his first real appearance on the stage of history Vorian devised what would become his signature mask and for the first time donned it. Though this was merely the first iteration of it and without all the revisions that would later be designed in.

He first was directly employed when high command ordered a test of the dispersal system he and his by this point subordinates had designed. On January 2nd 1915 the Good Doctor oversaw the first test of his dispersal system using a more dependable and less experimental gas, chlorine. While the initial test was effective it took several more months to fully prepare for wide-scale usage. In April of that year widescale use began, first at the second battle of Ypres where the Good Doctor personally oversaw it's use again.

Following these successes he petitioned high command to grant him access to prisoners for testing as he needed to further refine his own compounds for use. Due largely to his earlier success and the increasingly negative state of the war effort they agreed. The other eminent scientists who had worked with him previously disagreed violently with his methods but he carried on and from his facility came the first samples of what came to be known as mustard gas and other less publicized compounds. The Good Doctor's star continued to rise as nothing he created did not function and more resources were allotted.

As the war began to wind down a prisoner was brought to be experimented on. Exposed to a far more potent and difficult to refine version of the earlier mustard gas compound the man appeared to expire and then reappear unharmed. Vorian was surprised by this unexpected turn of events and set about investigating what he initially believed to be cellular regeneration. This theory however was debunked when samples from the man did not regenerate, though interestingly they also did not appear to age. While investigations into the nature of the man's strange ability continued, the Good Doctor rapidly began to use him as a control test for compounds. This did eventually end when in the process of a test with a member of high command present to observe the man somehow slipped his bonds as he healed and managed to escape, impaling the Good Doctor with the high command officer's sword.

While this event might have spelled death for a lesser man the Good Doctor did recover, his own knowledge of medicine and the human body allowed him to perform self surgery in an extreme feat of will and while he would forever after be plagued by shortness of breath and constant bouts of coughing Vorian von Traupitz did survive the encounter. Due to the injuries he sustained he preformed extensive modifications to his mask and using methods only he could work and understand created a method by which the mask could constantly feed him heightened amounts of oxygen to enable him to function at his earlier levels physically.

It did however take the Good Doctor months to fully recover and in those months the Entente powers or the WWI allies had forced the capitulation of Germany and its allies. With the end of Imperial Germany and the declaration of the Wiemar Republic in its place Vorian abruptly found himself a forgotten remnant of the old regime. In the light of the extensive restrictions placed on the German military and the reparations the government was forced to pay very little funding would find it's way to the Good Doctor's facility.

Over the next 15 years he would find what little money trickled down to him drying up steadily as his work became increasingly irrelevant with the great depression sweeping across the world. No one would pay for a man to develop banned weapons of war and biological formulas in a nation that was wracked by reparations, war debt, and poverty. Vorian's funding only continued as the trickle it was due to the fact that the exact nature of his facilities was listed as a medical facility as well as military in the records and that the Imperial German high command had kept it a secret.

Unexpectedly however the Good Doctor's star was destined to rise from the ashes of obscurity a second time. After the Nazi party rose to power in 1933 all such old military facilities were inspected and evaluated so that the initially clandestine rearming of Germany could begin. His work in particular was of great interest to the Fuhrer as in the years between the end of world war 1 and the rise of the Nazi, Vorian had worked on compounds aimed more to alter humanity, to make it change, for better or worse is debatable. With Hitler's dreams of creating the perfect Aryan race, the research into altering humanity was incredibly appealing and he promptly allocated resources to the man and tasking him with creating perfection.

The increase in resources and levels of funding far beyond that provided for Vorian by the Nazi regime led to rapid advances on a level not seen before. Within a year his original facility outside of Berlin was inadequate to meet the needs of his greatly expanded operations. Fortunately that was not an issue as support was, within reason, nearly limitless, and with the funding and government support he received a new facility was created. With some pressure still remaining to keep such breaching of the treaty of Versailles from being obvious the primary complex was constructed at phenomenal expense mostly underground in the westernmost area of the Black Forest south of Stuttgart. The complex outside of Berlin still remained operational but much of the work was transferred.

With the inauguration of the simply if grandiosely named Die Zitadelle and the apparent progress the Good Doctor was making what had previously been a government funded operation became a direct part of the government with the creation of the "Abteilung der Vollkommenheit" or AV, as it came to be abbreviated, with the Good Doctor as its official head. The Abteilung der Vollkommenheit was to remain a clandestine and highly classified secret of the Nazi regime until the outbreak of the second World War.

The outbreak of the second World War proved to be a few years too early for him to have created what was requested of him. Even a man as skilled and empowered as Vorian, was hard pressed to create such things. When approached by the Fuhrer personally he explained that his creations were not yet ready and that he would require more test subjects in order to speed up progress. At this news the Fuhrer was less than pleased but he did in a rare moment of understanding grasp the fact that it was better to provide this man with the resources he needed then to rage at him. The populations of several concentration and detainment camps were swiftly transported to one of Abteilung Der Vollkommenheit's less important facilities, which was rapidly at Vorian's desire turned into a large series of test chambers.

Despite the war having come sooner than ideal for The Good Doctor and in the end Germany as well, the man did have things to offer forth from the start. While the compounds designed to create enhanced soldiers and improve them greatly had not yet been perfected, other compounds designed to be used in weaponry had been completed and in conjunction with other important members of AV who had taken Vorian's compounds and aided in devising weapons to make specific use of them. These weapons were offered up to the Fuhrer as immediate contributions to the war effort.

It took time to form the militant portion of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit, time which was conveniently provided by the halfhearted way in which France and Britain responded to the initial German invasion of Poland in September of 1939. By the time the army had finished subduing the poles and began preparation for the invasion of France in November and December of the same year, the first units of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit troops were ready to join the regular army on the field of battle. On May 10th of 1940 the invasion of France, along with, Belgium, Luxembourg, and the Netherlands. It was in the invasion of France that the forces of the AV were first deployed and both out of academic interest in how well his creations performed and because he was ordered to oversee this first deployment The Good Doctor himself had command over those forces. Clouds of gas that could kill with the barest touch to skin, diseases tailor made to affect only those who differed enough from the German people genetically, guns that spat compounds that would eat organic matter and leave anything inorganic untouched, among other things, these first of the Good Doctor’s promised Wunderwaffen were wielded with extreme prejudice and resistance crumbled in the face of the superior forces and terrible weapons.

Along with the many units of the French military that perished in those few weeks of conquest was a single American unit made up of volunteers who had wanted to go oversees to fight against the spread of Fascism. Vorian personally oversaw the slaughter of these men in what he cited as a purely academic test to verify that the Americans bearing such a hodgepodge of nationalities and ancestries would not prove to be immune to the currently weaponized compounds. The Americans were almost completely wiped out as a result.

These appearances in the French campaign brought the Good Doctor to the attention of people worldwide. And the use of such weapons and tactics revealed to many the horror that lurked within Nazi Germany. To the Germans themselves, the man was hailed as a hero who had given them to tools to topple the French so easily. The Fuhrer had parades held to honor the man before finally allowing him to return to work.

While his actions certainly had had a positive effect on the morale of the German people, Vorian was displeased that he had been drawn away from his labs and active work for such a long period. It and other such occasions would set back his work continually during the course of the war. The period between the capitulation of France and the invasion of the Soviet Union in June of 1941 was a time of great progress despite the months lost supervising the use of his creations in the conquest of France. But when the invasion did occur he was again called upon, and with several new compounds and weapons the Good Doctor answered.

As it had previously, his intervention led to rapid progress and by September 1941 Hitler judged that the surrender of the Soviets was imminent and after heaping several more honors upon Vorian’s head, allowed the man to return to his work, telling him to put the weapons on hold for the moment and to once again focus on the perfection of humanity. The Good Doctor obliged, after all it was this man who had given him such a volume of resources and who had funded his work so well.

The reverses in German progress in Russia after his departure from the front and the entry of the United States into the war following the attack on Pearl Harbor meant little to Vorian involved as he was in his own works. Aside from periodic frenzied rants and an annoyingly large degree of spontaneous seeming orders from Hitler to change the area of focus for his work, and the periodic parades that used him to reinforce morale Vorian Von Traupitz was largely left alone and allowed to continue his experiments for a time. A steady trickle of new compounds and toxins, along with weapons that made use of them continued to enter the German military arsenal and the first trials of humanity enhancing compounds by the Good Doctor took place within this window of time.

After the defeat of the German army in Stalingrad in 1943 Vorian was once again called upon once again and as he had before the Good Doctor answered. This time however after having been brought most of the way to the eastern front along with his newest creations, he unexpectedly found himself ordered to return to work. The lost time was greatly lamented as he was unable to see a reason why he should have been dragged halfway across Europe only to be ordered to return.

A few short months after he had returned to Die Zitadelle, the allied invasion of Italy in September of 1943 caused even him some alarm. While the fortunes of the war in the east had been declining Vorian had had no reason to doubt that they could be held at bay long enough for the even more impressive compounds that were nearly ready to be completed. The sudden existence of another front within Europe led to The Good Doctor himself requesting that his forces be deployed in Italy to aid in throwing back the Allied armies. Hitler sensing a plot where none existed denied him his request and the Fuhrer made it clear that he would not be questioned on this.

It was not until the D-Day Landings in June of 1944 that Vorian was again called upon to aid in the fight. The full force of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit under his leadership was ordered to halt Allied progress and to throw them back if possible. As they had before, the forces led by the Good Doctor, using his creations wreaked havoc upon the Allied troops, but something was different. Where before they had swept all away before them, now those they faced seemed to have elements that evened the playing field.

A single massive man in armor who seemed impervious to nearly any attack alone held off a force of several hundred Abteilung der Vollkommenheit men for hours to allow an allied force to retreat. Compounds and diseases that had decimated entire regiments and brigades earlier in the war claimed only a few casualties before dissipating, the Allied HQ somehow seemed to know half of the orders The Good Doctor gave before his men in the lines actually received them, and several thousand men who seemed to be perfectly identical continued to pop up endlessly no matter how many times they were killed off.

Despite these difficulties the forces of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit managed to hold the Allies at bay and even slowly were pushing them back slowly as the Good Doctor worked to counter these new oddities. But that would all change with the arrival of another of these oddities. The girl who came to be called Lady Liberty arrived in August of 1944. While before the assets that had caused such trouble for Abteilung der Vollkommenheit had primarily been defensive this Lady Liberty proved to be a potent offensive weapon.

When it became clear that Abteilung der Vollkommenheit was failing to hold its ground Hitler ordered Vorian to pull away and the Good Doctor did so, retreating and once more returning to his previous experiments, though now with a degree of frantic haste absent previously. With the retreat of the AV the ease of the war increased markedly for the Allied forces and they quickly swept across France in a matter of months despite fierce and determined resistance from the regular German army.

In a final attempt to turn the failing tide of the war the Good Doctor was dispatched one last time. On the 16th of December 1944 the full strength of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit, augmented by most of what remained of the regular German army and the first thousand men to have been given a hastily created super soldier formulae staged an attack in the Ardennes Forest. The attack targeted the portion of the Allied line held by the thousands of clones of Pvt X. Using genetic material from a captured clone the Good Doctor had created a toxin that would target only him and unleashed it to tear a great hole in the allied forces as the clones all rapidly succumbed to the toxin.

Following this the attack commenced and despite the efforts of the heroes of the Allied forces and the common soldiers it appeared that it might actually be a success. Then disaster struck, the men given the experimental super soldier compound began to mutate rapidly, becoming monsters that took orders from no man and turned on their former comrades. The success rapidly melted away in the chaos that followed, and while a core of Abteilung der Vollkommenheit with the Good Doctor at their head managed to escape the rest were slaughtered or captured.

In March of 1945 Allied forces augmented by Lady Liberty, Colonel Ironsides, and Doc Miracle laid siege to Die Zitadelle, the last remaining stronghold of the AV. In an attempt not to win the war, for Vorian could see that the war was long since lost, but to facilitate his own escape, the Good Doctor unleashed all that remained of his arsenal. Twisted monsters, horrific strains of plague, compounds that made his earlier ones look benign by comparison, were all unleashed upon the attacking Allies. While the battle raged above The Good Doctor made his way into the bowels of his compound, seeking a hidden escape route built when the base was constructed.

Before he could reach it however he was intercepted by Lady Liberty herself who had ignored the rest of the battle to chase after him. Within the bowels of his fortress Vorian and his adversary fought and while he put up a valiant fight, his trickery and compounds did not avail him against the foe. Lady Liberty then took his mask from his face saying she wished to see the face of the man who killed her brother, before hurling him across the chamber in disgust. He was left slumped against the wall with a metal rod driven through the side of his chest as the hero rigged his fortress to explode and then left with his mask as a prize.

Hero Type :
Gray Matter (Super-smart characters)

Power Level (Select one below):
C. World Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Super Genius- Vorian is quite simply one of the smartest individuals that the human race has ever produced. In terms of pure intellect he cannot be measured by the scale of an IQ test. He possesses an eidetic memory and has had over a hundred years to accumulate vast stores of knowledge.

Will Power- While some might not consider this a power his will is incredibly strong. His was a personality that refused to be dominated by such demagogues as Hitler and his will and ability to focus through pain is legendary. Further he has proven capable of surviving situations where he should have died and by force of will managing to go beyond what someone with a merely human body should be capable of doing.

Synthesis- Anything related to chemistry, biology, or genetics that Vorian can conceive is capable of being done through the use of a compound that he can create. Even if something should be impossible to create he is able to make it and once he has done so it can be mass produced or created again by another who could understand his incredibly complicated formulas and notes. So far no one has proven able to decipher and understand these things however. A note that many of his oldest compounds dating back to the First World War could be understood by highly gifted minds, however over time as he has delved deeper and deeper into his work and it has become more and more difficult for anyone else to even begin to comprehend what he is doing. This ability is what has allowed him to produce all the various compounds that he uses in combat as well as to create minions and do myriad other things.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: The Good Doctor's endurance is very poor, he can only maintain a battle at maximum effort physically for a few minutes before becoming exhausted without his mask. With his mask he can manage perhaps a half hour before he starts to have serious trouble.

Agility: 2 or 3 times normal human

Intelligence:Super-Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Extreme

Weaknesses: His horrible endurance levels are one of his main weaknesses. The Good Doctor has serious issues in a fair one on one fight unless the situation has been stacked in his favor.

Supporting Characters:
Einhardt Schliemann- A loyal servant who was the only one of the soldiers who did not turn into a monster following the injections prior to the battle of the bulge.

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Sample Post:No one had ever been willing to let one of the last of the old guard of heroes, the old heroes who had fought against the forces of tyranny and fascism during the Second World War, the ones who had once defeated the most dangerous villain the world had known up until that time, be told that he was no longer competent and no longer fit to perform actual hero work. No one would tell the old, nearly blind but virtually invulnerable hulk that was Colonel Ironsides that he was no longer needed, no there was a job found for him, a great ceremony had been held in his honor and he had been given a position that sounded suitably glorious on the surface. He was hired as the head of security for the world renown Museum of Supers, a place where both great villains and heroes were remembered and their memorabilia was sold. He would protect the museum, be a grand attraction on his own for those who visited, and most importantly there would be no sense that one of the greatest heroes of a bygone age had been put out to pasture.

But in their attempts to avoid creating a public incident the powers that be had forgotten about one critical thing, that the relics of old heroes and villains often had power and that all that stood between one seeking to claim these items and the prize were a few dozen security guards and one aging hero who could barely function. The mere name of the man who had been a member of the team that had cast down the Good Doctor so long ago was a deterrent enough for most and the few who tried to interfere with the museum were mostly lowlifes who were dealt with by the other security personnel without trouble. But it was not enough to deter all who would wish to claim, or in a certain case reclaim an item that had been entrusted to the museum and one individual in particular was happy that the man guarding the museum was one of the old guard. It would be a chance for revenge after all.

On this particular night there were only three guards other than the old Colonel, the night shift being much smaller than the day shift, and it looked to be a quiet night, at least so far. Three men who sat in a room and played cards while occasionally glancing up at the array of screens that showed the input from all of the cameras throughout the museum. There was a single brief hiss of static from the entirety of the array as all the screens briefly distorted before returning to normal, the hissing sound did draw the attention of the one of the guards but after the screens returned to normal he ignored the incident, chocking it up to a glitch in the system and returning to the card game. That was the only sign that any of the merely human guards would have been given that the building was now compromised and they had entirely ignored it.

While the camera feeds still showed the halls of the museum to be empty they were now showing data that was being looped repeatedly rather than live feeds. Several tall, well dressed men in outfits that looked very nearly military and that bore 6 red diagonal lines emblazoned as a sigil upon their uniforms moved down the previously vacant hallways, one stopping briefly outside the security room and sliding a small disk roughly an inch thick under the door. A few seconds later there was a soft hiss followed rapidly by several thumping sounds as the guards inside were knocked unconscious by the compound contained within the disk. The man who had slipped the disk under the door remained in front of the door to ward against any possibility of the guards awakening and interfering in what was to happen next as the other men took up positions around the entrances to the museum.

It was only then that the one who was far more than a mere soldier entered, walking straight in, in full view of the inactive cameras. A man who wore a uniform much like the others, but a uniform that was far more ornate and symbolic of a higher rank, a furred mantle hung from his shoulders and the hem of it brushed against the ground behind his feet as he walked forward, black boots clicked against the tiled floor and the same sigil that was emblazoned upon the uniforms of the others was emblazoned upon his own. His face was hidden in deep shadows beneath a hood that had been pulled down across most of his face and should it have been visible it was a face that would easily be forgotten within minutes, a face that never would stand out in a crowd. His breathing was an audible rasping hiss and it was clear that it took an effort for the man to take in enough air with each breath. But still he walked with a perfect step and a manner that spoke volumes of his position.

The man who had entered last walked past several of his men, most of whom were young, all of whom bore what would once have been described as Aryan features, signs of an old regime's definition of perfection. As he passed they straightened to attention and snapped off a salute that almost any student of history would recognize, though there were subtle differences that distinguished it from the gesture that the Nazi's had once used, the hand was not stretched out but rather closed in a fist. The man paid them little attention though in truth his eyes did observe every detail of each of his men's salutes and had there been a flaw he would have later commented on it.

The first that the aging Colonel who liked to stand in the central room of the museum, the room that housed such exhibits as the Mask of the Good Doctor, and reminisce on his old glory days would know of the force that had taken control of it was when the sound of boots clicking on the floor came from behind him. While Ironsides was old, and nearly blind, he still had his hearing and the reflexes of one who had been present in hundreds of conflicts over his long career. The man could also distinguish between the sounds of the footsteps that he heard and those of the normal guards. Raising a massive cannon like firearm with one hand, the armored juggernaut spun round as quickly as his aging body would allow only to find that the man who's footsteps he had heard was simply standing in the center of the room. "Do not move." The Colonel's voice sounded loudly through speakers in his armor as the gun became fixed on the man.

"Colonel," The voice that spoke from beneath the hood was breathless and wheezing, "The years have not been kind. I had seen reports but I had thought they would be fabrications." The voice tickled at the old soldier's mind, he was certain he had heard it before, and somehow he felt that it was an utter imperative to place it. "But I suppose that very few age as well as I." The man's hand opened and a vial fell from it, striking the floor and shattering in an explosion of noxious gas and smoke. The Colonel's gun spat fire as a massive slug shot forth at the spot where the man had been standing, but there was no resulting cry of pain and as the stinking cloud spread throughout the room the old warrior found his vision rapidly fading even more than it already had. The smoke had an acrid taste as he breathed it in, and a pain in his chest slowly began to grow. "How does it feel?" The wheezing voice mocked, "Being old and infirm." There was a clicking sound and the old man spun towards it, firing another of the great slugs in its direction. But again there was no sign that he had hit anything.

Another vial flew through the air to strike against his helmet and shatter, this time releasing some form of acid that rapidly ate it's way into the metal that warded the old man's head. Again he spun and again the gun fired in the direction that he thought the vial had come from. Then acid made it through the metal and he felt the burn briefly before his skin repelled the chemical compound. "Still as resilient as ever?" The mocking voice sounded again, "I should hope so, I did not spend so long relishing the plans for this moment for you to fall to the first compound."

"Show yourself!" Colonel Ironsides bellowed, firing in the direction of the voice and beginning to cough as whatever the compound in the air was irritated his chest more and more. Despite his efforts the voice still sounded, and now it seemed to be echoing from every direction at once.

"This was my mistake years ago. Your body is nigh invulnerable, but your mind, your mind is open." The voice of the man with the hood spoke softly as if the speaker was lecturing. "I tried corrosives, and they were ineffective, I tried genetic harvesters but they failed, your cells truly are remarkably impregnable. But I did find that if I saturated them with enough fuel even you could burn. I'm not even in the room, your own body provides the heat." And as the voice finished the room erupted in flames as the thick cloying gas that had filled much of it ignited and a wave of fire spread out from the Colonel.

It took only moments for the fire to fade as the fuel was consumed and the compound faded. In the wake of the fire the man in uniform walked back into the room from the alcove in which he had sheltered from the blaze. From beneath the hood his eyes watched the fallen titan to see if the man would stir again. It was merely an academic interest, though for this case there was some slight hope that the Colonel would stir again so that more pain could be inflicted upon one who had so wronged him in the past. And the Colonel did stir, despite fire that had ravaged him inside and out the man moved within his scorched metal suit. The metal clad head rose and looked up at the man in uniform. Behind what remained of the helm slate grey eyes widened as he finally realized who he faced and fire scorched lungs managed a last gasp of speech. "It's impossible. You died. It cannot--" then his voice cut out and the great warrior ceased his motion as death claimed him.

The hooded man gave his fallen enemy a series of kicks to the head, the black boots striking the metal with dull thuds as he did so repeatedly. Then apparently recovering his composure he turned away from the smoking corpse and strode with purpose over to the case that held the item he sought. It was a suitably grand exhibit though the man cared little about what his enemies thought of him. "This truly is a horrible likeness" the man wheezed softly as he examined the reconstructed uniform that vaguely resembled his own, above which a black mask, with 6 diagonal viser slits before the eyes sat. "But this," he said as his hand flipped a pistol out of the holster at his side, "Is truly mine." He pointed the gun at the box and fired, a greenish plasma emerging and melting a hole in the bulletproof glass that had warded the artifacts within.

He re-holstered the pistol and black gloved hands reached into the hole he had made and carefully, with a reverence that was clear drew forth the mask that lay within. An alarm began to shriek as he drew it close to his face and brushed back the hood before sliding the mask into place over his face. A raspy breath sounded from behind the respirator as for the first time in decades he drew a decent breath. The red slits began to glow as he activated the numerous subsystems within the mask. "I am myself again." The voice hissed out, amplified and made more audible by the mask the man now wore, and as the alarm shrilly blared forth the Good Doctor simply walked from the room and as his men joined him, from the museum, to vanish back into the world that had harbored him for so many years after his supposed demise.

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