[CHAR] Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

[HenryJonesJr]

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Mozart, aka "Art"
Clara
Ludwig, aka "Lud"
Bach

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Lawful Good

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Existence is Secret

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Mozart, as the oldest of his siblings, is the most patient and thoughtful of the group. He has a strong sense of honor, believing that without one’s honor they are nothing. He is a strong leader, though at times loses his sense of confidence, worrying that he is not fit to be the leader of the team. He loves human pop-culture. He loves his family more than anything in the world, and his devotion to them is paramount. His thoughtful and meditative approach allows him to tap into his chi, giving him an extra ability in battle.

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Mozart

Clara

Ludwig

Bach

_ORIGIN

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On The All-Seeing Eye

Legend says that the early days of man were when the veil between our world and the next was the weakest. It was then that man and god spoke freely, before humanity turned its back on its protectors. Whether that is true or not is a debate for scholars, but one story rings true.

In the land of the ancient Egypt, one of its great Pharaohs, whose name was lost to the ages, fought against the hordes of an invading army. He watched as his people were slaughtered by the invaders, and he despaired as all his tactics failed time and time again. He called out to his gods for help, but they all seemed to turn a blind eye to him. Feeling shame and defeat, he walked into the Egyptian desert, in a final bid to make contact with the gods.

What he found, however, amazed him.

What originally seemed to be a mirage in front of him. It looked to be a view straight into the night sky, yet the desert sun burned overhead. As he approached, a great, horrific lidless eye opened from the cosmos itself. The Eye gave the king forbidden knowledge and great power. In return, the Eye asked for one thing: For the king to find a way to bring the Eye and its family of gods to Earth.

The king returned from the desert and led his remaining forces into battle. Using his new powers, he slaughtered their enemies. But his terrible power turned him into a tyrant, and he began using Egypt's new wealth to perform terrible experiments to bring the reign of his new gods.

Eventually, the people were sick of his rule, and four warriors rose up against the Pharaoh leading the people in a revolution. The legends say that even though he was defeated, his followers buried him alive, believing he would rise again.

Integrated Dimension Research Group

Integrated Dimension Research Group had become one of the world’s leading scientific research think tanks seemingly overnight. Lead by the brilliant but brusque Director Jordan Dyer. Dyer’s unbridled ambition and slave-driver mentality turned IDRG into an overnight sensation. Multiple scientific breakthroughs came from the think tank, but that was not their true intention.

Dyer and his secret teams worked hard on questionable projects. Bizarre weapons tests and biological experiments became more frequent, while their normal output of marketable advancements became little more than a front. He became obsessed with his work, taking the top floors of the IDRG Pyramid, the group's headquarters, for his own apartment and labs.

All their efforts led to the beginning of Project Metamorphosis.

Project Metamorphosis

The project’s goal was to create the perfect army by altering the DNA of animals to make them nearly human. The animal soldiers would be completely subservient to their masters, and their enhanced mutant abilities would make them unparalleled on the battlefield.

Through mutagenic compounds injected into the blood and brain, IDRG hoped to accomplish their tasks. Once the mutants had grown, they would be hooked up to a supercomputer that would give them the fighting capabilities they would need to fulfill their mission. Live combat tests against other subjects would come next.

Unfortunately for IDRG, success was slow coming. Round after round of trials were undergone, lasting years. Failed subject after failed subject were disposed of, and Director Dyer began to crack. Most didn’t notice, but those that did were worried. If such a brilliant mind was cracking under the stress of his genius, what chance did they have?

The Siblings are Born

Their fears were relieved when a new round of test subjects finally began progressing exactly to desired specifications. Four frogs, each a different species, started growing to human size, as well as showing signs of human-like brain functions. Immediately they were started on the combat training. Their growing bodies were attached to teaching supercomputers and force fed combat techniques and battle strategy. The process was painful, but their creators did not care. They finally had their success.

Planning the Escape

During the year after their “birth”, the frog siblings did not communicate with one another in English, the one disappointment in the eyes of their “masters”. Little did the IDRG scientists know that the frogs understood and spoke English perfectly. But instead of showing that to the scientists, they spoke to one another with their frog croaks and bellows.

Still, they had grown in size, now at their maximum potential. Mentally, they were college-aged, so the scientists had stopped the mutation treatments. Due to that, they would stop their enhanced aging.

The oldest of the four, a blue poison dart frog, began coordinating with the others on an escape plan. They could no longer stand being the tortured lab rats of the IDRG. They considered each other their brothers and sister, and they would not leave one another behind.

Once on the outside, they would make a home, and together they would fight for their freedom, and prepare for the coming darkness they were made to combat.

Freedom

The frogs made their daring escape from IDRG Pyramid, and found a cave on the cliffs of San Maria that was once used as a fallout shelter during the second world war. Clara set about making it modern and livable through her technical know-how, while the others procured supplies and weapons to fight the darkness they knew was coming. The four then began patrolling the streets of the Bayside Cities, protecting the people from a burgeoning crime wave.

All the while, the threats they were about to face were creeping through the shadows towards them.

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Acrobat/Martial Arts

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Street Level

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The frogs are a mutated, anthropomorphic frogs. The mutation that gave them their human-like forms and intelligence also enhanced their animal abilities. Art and his siblings can climb nearly any surface, jump incredible distances, have increased proportional strength, speed, agility, dexterity, and a slight healing factor. Their frog tongues can be used to both traverse the city and as a weapon unto itself. Mozart, being a Blue Poison Dart Frog, can also coat his strikes in a paralyzing poison, though using this too much will tire him out, making it a last resort.

During their youth and time at IDRG, the siblings were hard-wired and taught multiple forms of combat with the intent of making them living weapons. Mozart is a practitioner of the bo staff, his non-lethal weapon of choice after their bid for freedom.

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Mozart

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 160lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Clara

Height: 5’5”
Weight: 135lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained

Ludwig

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 250lbs
Strength Level: 30
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 10
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 20
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Bach

Height: 5’3”
Weight: 130lbs
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 20
Agility: 30
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Average
Weaknesses: The frogs, outside of Ludwig, have no real armor. Knives, bullets, and beatings hurt them as much as they hurt us.

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The Bayside Cities: San Maria and Pinebluff, CA

San Maria, CA - San Maria is a progressive and growing metropolis, though is rife with corruption. Its defining landmarks are the IDRG Tower, the Bayside Bridge, and The Rock, an old prison set on a small island in the Bay. A former Spanish outpost, the city’s population exploded during the California gold rush and during the building of America’s railroad system. Thanks to that, the city is incredibly diverse. A devastating earthquake nearly destroyed the city in the early 20th century. In the recent decades, it has become a haven for tech companies, culminating in the arrival of the IDRG.

Pinebluff, CA Located across the bay from San Maria, Pinebluff is a much rougher town. Virtually run by the Bayside Bandits, Pinebluff has a history of violence and gang related crime. While good people live in the city, they are constantly living in fear thanks to the conditions of the city.

Professional Sports Teams
San Maria Prospectors (NFL)
San Maria Colossus (MLB)
San Maria Serpents (NHL)
Pinebluff Gladiators (NBA)

Mayor John Sterns - Mayor of San Maria

Commissioner Jeremy Jackson - Police commissioner of San Maria, also works on a joint task force to help clean up Pinebluff.

Mayor Janine Garcia - The beleaguered mayor of Pinebluff.

The Fighting Frogs

Clara - The second oldest of the siblings, Clara is the smartest of the group, possessing a genius-level intellect. Before the mutation, she was a Golden Poison Frog. Clara prefers to use brains over brawn, though is a formidable fighter herself. Clara designed and built the Frogs’ lair, tricking it out with every modern convenience they could need. Art and Clara butt heads often. Clara fights using a war fan. She also has the ability to secrete a hallucinogenic toxin when necessary, though this tires her out if overused.

Ludwig aka “Lud” - Lud is the second youngest sibling. While he is not the sharpest tool in the shed, he is the largest and strongest of the siblings. Lud was a an African Bullfrog prior to the mutation. He is a gentle giant with those that he cares about, but when angered he can enter a berserker rage that is a danger to any enemy. He and Bach are inseparable. Ludwig does not use weapons, preferring to use his own fists. Lud’s hide is also thick, allowing him to survive stab wounds and small caliber arms fire.

Bach - The youngest of the frogs, Bach is a trickster and a prankster. He acts out as all youngest siblings do, but he knows when he needs to focus during battle. Still, he’s more often than not found mocking their opponents on the battlefield. He uses a kunsari-fondo, or weighted chain, in battle. Bach is a Red-Eyed Tree Frog, and is the fastest and most acrobatic of the siblings.

Human Allies

Angel - An engineering major at San Maria State, and an intern at IDRG.

The All-Seeing Eye

A secret society that dates back to Ancient Egypt, The Eye serves The Jackal, a mysterious warrior who legend says is thousands of years old. They work to bring about an apocalypse and new world order in which they will live among their dark deities and rule the universe.

The Jackal

The enigmatic leader of the Eye, the Jackal is said to be the ancient Pharaoh who founded the society thousands of years ago. How this is possible is unknown. He is a fearsome warrior clad in armor modeled after the Egyptian god Anubis. None meet him and survive.

Koga - A legendary hunter and mercenary from Japan, Koga is the leader of The Eye’s black ops hit squad.

Kemsit

The Jackal's second in command and his "granddaughter". She is a powerful fighter in her own right.

Integrated Dimensional Research Group

The IDRG is a mysterious and powerful think tank whose base of operations is inside Bayside. They appeared nearly overnight two decades ago, well finance and well equipped. They have an unspoken stranglehold over the city, though to most they are a beneficial entity. Their technological advancements have made San Maria a seemingly glittering metropolis. In reality, it’s nothing more than a facade over the rotting city. Still, IDRG has kept the important people happy, which is all that matters to them.

Director Jordan Dyer - Head of the IDRG, the enigmatic Dyer is the driving force behind the project that created the Fighting Frogs. He holds a dictatorial sway over the think tank, and his word is final.

Doctor Myles Dyson - A brilliant engineer and computer scientist working for IDRG.

The Bay City Bandits

The Bayside Bandits are the premiere crime syndicate in the city. Nothing illicit happens in the town without them knowing about it.

El Bandito - The leader of the Bandits, El Bandito is said to be ruthless and cunning. None have ever seen his face, as it is permanently covered by a luchador mask.

Crash and Burn - The Bandits’ top enforcers. Crash and Burn have a reputation for a high body count and maximum collateral damage. Still, they strike so much fear into the hearts and minds of the police in the area they’re give a wide berth.

The Medjay

An ancient organization from the time of the pharaohs, the Medjay were secret police, special forces, and personal guards of the crown. They were tasked by the pharaohs to keep the Jackal from achieving his goals of bringing about the end times.

[Gowi]

CROSS

_{“For the wrongdoer will be paid back for the wrong he has done, and there is no partiality.”}

_{N A M E}

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Peter Francis Lothry

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31

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WTL

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Cross

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Grant City, Michigan

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Normal / Acrobatic

_{L E V E L}

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Street

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TBD

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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When Peter Lothry was young he was a vicious youth full of anger and hatred who inflicted it on those who even looked at him slightly wrong. It was because of this that he gained a sort of infamous reputation as “the Lothry kid you do not want to cross” by everyone from his family to innocent bystanders who witnessed his temperament— a temperament that would constantly get him in trouble. However in Peter’s later years he found through trials of faith how to hone his wrath into something productive and focus onto those who would do wrong to others. It is with that in mind that he seeks to become a spirit of vengeance and retribution as he looks to redeem himself for his family’s sins at any cost. To say Peter is zealous is an understatement. However, Peter in his current mindset is patient and determined rather than impulsive and brash. It is with conviction due to his training as a religious monk that he believes that there is no room for error, no room for failure, and no room for emotional exuberance. Peter still reflects sadly on his past and goes forward trying to do things right and correct wrongs by not only his mission against his family but by the wrongs of thieves, murderers, and psychopaths. In this way his personality can be seen as one that is sympathetic, just, zealous, and patient.

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Born the son of Francis Lothry, the patriarch of the Lothry Crime Family, Peter had an abrasive life in store for his future and despite his mother’s strong faith that led to a religious upbringing it would be a long time before Peter truly accepted god and become the hero he has become. Generally speaking, for the majority of his life, Francis was born with a silver spoon in his mouth while his father controlled a variety of businesses through his criminal connections and more legitimate control of the majority of the shipping and industrial infrastructure of the ports of Grant City. This allowed Peter to have a wide range of opportunities and found himself actively dealing with harassment in school from his more pompous classmates who while also cut from a silver spoon considered themselves untouchable even with Peter’s father being who he was— a fact that was slightly true as his father valued business over family. But that didn’t stop Peter from punching people who crossed him in the teeth.

A habit that consistently got him into a lot of trouble and various lectures throughout elementary school, middle school, and high school. Earning a reputation as “The Battling Bruiser” by his senior year, he became somewhat of a minor celebrity to the paparazzi, his fellow classmates, and his enemies. A reputation that he’d take with him as his father’s underboss, Rupert Blodis, took him under his wing to “use that anger productively in a proper workplace”. This would be around the time Peter went off to university for his business & engineering degrees to show that he wasn’t just a mindless brawler to the public and his mother. But despite that he juggled school and “work”.

However, lines were drawn in the sand and eventually he was made to make a decision he didn’t want to do and people he grew to care about found themselves killed; angry he confronts Rupert about the conflictions to the point the older man announces that he is a “failed” Lothry and lets him know that the test was sanctioned by his own father to see if he had what it takes to be a real associate of the family— a test that Peter had failed. He is tossed into a car trunk in a junkyard. But his destiny is not to die like a trapped animal, evidently— a fact he learns when he wakes up to not the afterlife… but the appearance of a church. It is explained to him that someone had found him beaten and bruised outside of the local junkyard and that the clergy had taken him in to recover. Peter thinks back to his mother’s teachings and leaves Grant City following the experience and journeys to find himself. He winds up in northern Georgia, and begins studying at a monastery. A monastery that would shape him into a weapon of god.

He has now returned to Grant City under an assumed name. He has plans.

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Peter Lothry does not have any powers, but on the off-hand he is extremely skilled and conditioned. Throughout his life Peter has been taught many skills and techniques. Starting as a young upstart son of a mob boss Peter was taught the basic skills of a member of an organized crime cartel which included firearms, lockpicking, driving, and the knowledge of how the organization works. When that life ended he soon found himself honing his body and mind which led to mastering several martial arts, sculpting his body into a perfect weapon, mastering parkour and free range acrobatics, memorizing religious scriptures, and putting his business and engineering savvy mind to good use.

• Master Martial Artist
• Expert Acrobat
• Able to Design Gadgets and Weapons
• Understanding of Criminal Networks
• Comprehension of Business-related Knowledge
• Memorization of Christian Theology

[Gowi]

THE MAGE

_{“It’s my responsibility to help others. I was born with this gift and I need to use it in this way, it’s a public service.”}

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Marcus Richard Huxley, Jr.

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21

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Hero

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The Mage

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New York City, New York

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Mystic

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City

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TBD

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Marcus Huxley is inspired in part by characters that follow the "awkward nerd" trope and as such is a mess: he's awkward, extremely nervous, easily excitable, a little bit naive, and leaps without thinking. Adding that in, Marcus wants to do the mystical stuff and doesn't see it as a huge weight on his shoulders as he never has had a character to tout responsibility over him. Marcus is a good kid at heart with more power than he realizes he should be comprehending.

_{O R I G I N}

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Marcus Huxley grew up in Brooksdale, one of NYC's many suburban midtowns in the metropolitan area. Growing up in the sprawling suburban area had a definite effect on him and he was teased or ignored by his peers depending on their gender. Marcus has been called a geek and loser for the majority of his life and his interest in urban mysteries has always sort of alienated him from others. When high school was over Marcus immediately set his sights on college, quickly quitting his steady job at the local movie theater to set his sights on the big city. With his grades set, Marcus found himself accepted into a Community College and found a second dilemma in his freshmen year: he needed a steady job. After several weeks of looking he came across an antiques shop not too far from the college he went to and decided that it would be a good place to start looking; though Marcus’ gut feeling of wanting to check out the store had been apparent before due to his taste in urban mysteries and the knacks people always seem to forget about.

This is where he began to work for an old welsh man who eventually revealed to him that he had been chosen—chosen as his apprentice. Marcus panicked but ultimately after witnessing the old man’s vigor and power realized he had either gone crazy or all of the tales and legends had been true after all of this time. Confiding in Merlin he ecstatically obeys this apprenticeship and honestly he felt like he could really use the money from working at the store as well. So the birth of Merlin’s Apprentice became so and over the next year he studied without application, until he found himself becoming inspired by crime-fighters. The debut of “The Mage” was as tacky as a name as it was; Michelle Kinney of The Informant had begun to report on the appearances of the superhero. In this time however, everything seemed to go downhill as his own nameless nemesis watched from the shadows as Marcus' relationship with Roxie begins to grow...

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Marcus Huxley by all accounts should be a normal kid studying the geopolitics of sixteenth century Europe, but unfortunately he’s been gifted with knowledge of the arcane stream. Unbeknownst to Marcus he is one of several people in the world with a connection to the stream, a natural connection and it is important for him to take on the responsibilities of the realm of magic. Marcus can create arcane bolts and fields, levitate, absorb and redirect other energy, and even teleport. All of which takes massive focus and strain so he's not going to be nightcrawler or anything. Marcus is by all standings a pretty low level mage and street level hero that could become a lot more given happenstance of his life and how it is changing. His power is varied and scattered over hundreds of applications of the arcane stream and he doesn’t quite understand it.

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Merlin (Prime Dimension): Known by many names throughout history such as Rabbi Judah of Prague and St. Cyprian of Antioch, Merlin is the oldest known sorcerer among the Prime Dimension of Earth. Mastering aspects of the arcane, supernatural, paranormal, and cosmic leaves him as the most powerful magic user on the planet though even with the power at his disposal how long this will be so is unknown due to the fragility that has come with his extremely old age. Merlin has taken Marcus under his wing as his “last” apprentice in fear that his last breath will be soon; a death that if he has no successor will endanger the world.

Roxanne “Roxy” O’Hara: Marcus’ closest friend in Grant City and unbeknownst to him the descendent of Morgan le Fay. Roxanne is attracted to all things occult and during Marcus’ first year as a superhero was caught in the middle of several encounters that put her in harm’s way. She identifies as “welsh pagan” though she is far smarter than her punk rock sensibilities and occultism lets on.

Richard Davis:

Michelle Kinney: An investigative reporter, journalist, and editor of The Informant— a news outlet that reports on a variety of issues including Grant City’s insidious criminal activity and the heroes who work to clean up the city.

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Create a Hero RPG Application

Character you have created: Amanda Allen-James

Alias: Slipstream

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

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality (Give information on how your character acts, what he/she believes in, how they handle situations): To say that Amanda Allen-James is a free spirit is a major understatement. Aside from her tattoos and ever-changing hair styles, she was a woman who lived life to the fullest every day, and never really conformed to the status quo. Amanda was one of those rare people who had an effect on everyone she meets. She has the ability to make anyone feel like they are the most important person in her life at any given moment. No matter what was going on in her life, she always put others’ needs ahead of her own. Even before she gained her powers, Amanda was always looking out for others by taking up various causes that were important to her.

After graduating from college, she left her home city of Boston to pursue her own version of the American Dream in Pacific Point, California.

Uniform/costume: Briefly describe or post a picture of what your character's costume looks like

When in costume:


Minus the headgear, she also wears a domino style mask to cover her eyes, a purple wig and her costume covers her midriff with a silver colored fabric.

Out of costume:


Origin Info/Details: After graduating from college, Amanda Allen-James left her hometown of Boston, Massachusetts for the excitement and sunshine of Pacific Point, California. Not long after moving across the country, Amanda discovered a love for photography, and with her trusty camera she began teaching herself the art. Soon, it was clear that she had a true eye for a great photo, and began her own photography business. She also had a great love for all kinds of music, however she really enjoyed both Electronic Dance Music, as well as just about anything that came out of the 80’s. While in Pacific Point, she was able to combine her two great loves, and began traveling to raves and nightclubs, doing photographic promotional work for both the event organizers as well as the DJ’s themselves.

One night in Los Angeles while photographing such an event, her life changed forever. Amanda had decided to take a break from photographing the rave. She stepped outside of Club Oceanside into the cool spring night, which she found to be a refreshing change from the stuffy confines of the dance floor. However, after a few minutes, she knew that something wasn’t right. She watched the skyline, and saw a luminous green dome forming overhead. From what she could tell, the dome covered the entire city.

The dome stood over the city for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually, Amanda learned that the domes were the creation of a mad scientist who called himself Dr. Diplodoc. The mad doctor’s plan was combat the rising threat posed by metahumans, by turning every human on Earth into one. Finally, a group of heroes stopped the doctor and his minions, and the domes encircled a number of American cities, fell.

For days after the fall of the domes, stories spread of people who had been trapped within the domes developing strange powers. Some people were even mutated to the point that they took on animalistic traits, some to the point that the affected no longer looked human. However, Amanda felt no such change. She did not grow claws or fangs, and she didn’t display any sort of powers or abilities. She had, it seemed, been one of the lucky ones who had not been affected by the gene altering domes.

As days turned into weeks, Amanda, much like the rest of the world went about her life, the trauma caused by the domes though not forgotten, chalked up to the reality of a new world populated by gods and monsters. That is, until it all changed again. It was a sunny afternoon in Pacific Point, and Amanda had gone for an afternoon stroll with her roommate Izzy and her friend Gemma in Huntington Park. She like she often did, she brought her camera along and would snap a picture whenever something caught her eye. As they walked along the walkway at the edge of the park, she noticed an old man with a walker struggling to get around a pothole that had formed in the walkway near the entrance to the park. Then she heard screams.

A bright yellow Hummer had jumped the curb and was speeding out of control, and it was heading straight toward the old man. Amanda yelled at the man to get out of the way, but even if he had heard her, there was simply no way that he would have been able to get out of the vehicle’s path in time. Without thinking, she began running toward the man. However, something was strange. To Amanda, it seemed like everything around her had been frozen in place while she was free to move about unfettered. She ran toward the old man, grabbed him and ran with him several hundred yards, placing him down safely well out of the Hummer’s path, and then raced back to Izzy and Gemma.

When it was all said and done, the feat had occurred in a blink of the eye, and neither Izzy nor Gemma were aware that Amanda had ever left their side. Amanda’s rescue of the old man had been exhilarating, and from that moment on, she would begin testing her new abilities. She had always been someone that wanted to help others, and now she had a way to do so in a more direct way than she had ever thought possible.

Hero Type (Select one): Speedster

Power Level (Select one below):

C. World Level

Powers (Be Specific): Super speed/reaction time. Amanda is able to vibrate her body at such a speed that she can travel through solid objects (eventually), Rapid healing.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: At full speed, she has the ability to move at the speed of light (Max potential)

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Undetermined

Agility: 100+

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Average

Weaknesses: Aside from her speed and the abilities that comes with it, she is a normal person. Anything that would injure or kill a normal human, would do the same to her.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
The Allen-James family (Jane Allen- Mother, Paul James- Father, Steve Allen-James –Oldest Brother,
Brian Allen-James – Brother, Patrick Allen-James – Twin Brother)
Gemma Stanley- Friend
Isabella "Izzy" Foreman- Friend/roommate
Mike Christopher- Friend
Andy Kressman- friend/potential love interest

Various others that will be described when introduced

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Maybe.

Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines): N/A

[Mercinus3]

Character you have created:
Unknown

Alias:
The Wanderer
The Psionic Warrior
The Mutant (this is more derogatory than alias)

Speech Color:
Steel Blue #4682b4

Character Alignment:
Hero

Identity:
Unknown, but he doesn’t care if it’s revealed

Character Personality:
The Wanderer is a driven individual, focused on completing a task. He might give off an air of callousness to those that he meets, but he is good intentioned and his history of the Wastelands has forced him to be as such.

Uniform/costume:
Full uniform, barring the helmet:
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Facialal appearance (still unsure, look up Dwight from The Walking Dead):
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The Wanderer (without the helmet shown in the image) has an oval-shaped face, with a roughly cut facial hair around his jaw and upper lip. His left eye is a dark, sapphire blue hue set in deep-set eye sockets. He has a broken-shaped nose, the cartilage that forms the nose jutting towards the right of his face. While on an ordinary face the nose would stand out, but the right side of his face, starting on a line just above the end of the lobe of the ear up towards the middle of his head passing past the bridge of the nose and across the eye, is a horrific burn mark. The muscles line from the center of his face all the way back to the other end of the mark, where hair started to grow over it from behind the rear ear line.

The Wanderer’s uniform was hastily put together to be efficient to survive the Wastelands. His long, brown leather greatcoat is lined on the inside with pockets to hold moon clips and the little amount of food to be found while trying to survive. As he frequently encounters raiders, commonly armed with bladed weapons as firearms or ranged weapons were rare to come across, he wears a black Kevlar chestplate that is capable of stopping the slashing motions of bladed weapons, though he uses his psionics to avoid piercing weapons and can still give way to slash attacks of superstrong ‘super mutants’. The metal lower arm guards and gauntlets are also used to protect his arms as these are usually the limbs closest to those weapons. He wears a black courier satchel around his shoulder to carry important objects. As to not limit his mobility when not using his psionics, he wears very worn out jeans and hiking boots.

Origin Info/Details:
The man that would become The Wanderer was born in a time set beyond 200 years from the present day (of the RP). Long before his birth, he planet had been subjected to something that caused all the lands to become a barren wasteland and all the oceans to be nearly dried up. No one in the future could tell you how the future ended up as it is now, but the nuclear radiation plus the various strands of invisible energy, capable of ripping beings apart. His mother, a self-taught medic, and father, a mechanic/inventor, were ordinary humans that lived in a bunker in what is now Pine Bluff, Arkansas. Throughout his life, he was taught on how to live in this wasteland, much like the other children. Most of the children he trained and scavenged with died due to the radiation or the various mutants that lived in the wasteland.

During his late teens, he was out scavenging when a band of mutants found the bunker. While few people did survive the bunker, which included his father, his mother had been taken. When he returned and learnt of this, he began to hunt for the mutants that had taken his mother. When he did find them, they had already damaged her beyond any medical capabilities and had done unspeakable things. So much so that when he found her, she asked him to put her out of her misery. He initially didn’t as he began hunting the mutants on the compound. During this, an energy burst ripped through the facility that they were in, nuclear flames scorching the side of his face and leaving all presumably dead. However, the unknown man survived and dragged his way back to the bunker, where he was treated.

As he got better, he learnt that along with the scar and the change in his eye that he is capable of bending the mysterious force, as well as him becoming a mutant with super strength and endurance. Though he still was himself, the people of the bunker wanted to be safe and kept him on the outside of the bunker alone, only to return to the bunker when his abilities are certain to be under his control. Training himself to using this as well as learning from other, friendlier mutants who are capable of using the mysterious force, known as psionic energy. During this training, he learnt that there were possible key events that would lead to the existence that they lived in. Relaying this to his father, he waited for a machine that was capable of transporting people back in time to ‘correct’ these mistakes. He waited a long time for the machine to work and to erase the miserable existence of the Wasteland.

Hero Type:
Muscle/Psychic

Power Level:
World

Powers:

Indomitable Will (Passive)
His time in the wasteland means that he has seen things that had rendered any human insane. However, he always seemed unfazed at them. His mind always powers through problems and in doing so, he has developed a very strong willpower that makes him highly resistant to mind control and any psionic that tries to lay waste to his mind.

Genetic Mutation
Due to living in a desolate, nuclear-irradiated future, The Wanderer has been exposed to enough radiation that he has gained mutations that has some benefits that allows him to excel in certain cases over the average human being. While mutations varies between the different mutants, The Wanderer has gained the following mutations:

--Enhanced Strength (Passive)
The radiation that has seeped into his muscles has enabled him to show feats of strength far greater than those of a similar build. This is because the radiation has mutated each fiber in his muscles to store at least 10x more energy when the muscle is tensed. Though he is more adapted to his psionic abilities, his strength is a good fall back in case someone gets an upper hand.

--Enhanced Endurance (Passive)
Because his muscles are mutated, the muscles also show a stronger resilience to fatigue, allowing him to carry out tasks for longer periods of time. That is a trait that has helped him survive the wastelands of the future.

--Psionic Sight (Passive)
While his psionics are controlled by his nervous system, his right eye has been hit by a large dose of psionic radiation (one of the types of radiation present in the future). While it has the appearance of being a blind eye (milky & glazed over in appearance), he can ‘see’ out of it. While it is not the sight that everyone has, the eye is capable of seeing psionic radiation, though it appears in shadowy forms of varying shades of purple (closest idea in mind is like Daredevil’s sight in the Netflix series). The stronger the psionic radiation, the ‘brighter’ it appears in his eye.

Psionic Manipulation
While the radiations have given him physical capabilities, The Wanderer’s greatest strength is in his abilities to use psionics (a reason why he is called the Psionic Warrior). His nervous system has been greatly mutated to emit strong psionic radiation, strong enough to manifest itself into solid objects. Even when it is not in use, the vast energies stored inside does ‘vent’ out of him, projecting a psionic aura around him for others with psionic abilities to sense. Over the course of his survival, he has learnt and trained his psionics to do the following feats:

--Psionic Detection (Passive)
Alongside his psionic eye, he is capable of picking up traces of excessive psionic usage and any presence of psionic-capable beings.

--Psionic Aura (Passive)
The Wanderer creates such a quantity of psionic energy that for those who are attuned can detect him from a large distance away. This is an ability that he cannot control, but one of the benefits is that the area is illuminated in the dark (5m is the maximum that this reaches).

--Psionic Beam (Active)
Using his psionic aura, he is capable of projecting beams of energy, the beam having purple hue in the air. This has a force capable of punching a hole through steel.

--Psionic Explosions (Active)
With his psionic blasts, The Wanderer is capable of detonating them into huge explosions, capable of levelling buildings.

--Phase-Jumping (Active)
When he is in need of getting from place to place, The Wanderer is able to use his psionic energy to phase from one place to another that is within sight. In order for him to do this, none of his active abilities should be active.

--Psionic Combat (Active)
While he is untrained in physical combat, he is adept at infusing his limbs with his psionics, making them appear harder than they normally are. His punches have miniature psionic shockwaves, making them more powerful on top of the enhanced strength he already has.

--Psionic Nemesis (Active)
During his time being pursued by other psionic mutants and getting his mind violated, The Wanderer has gained the ability in which he can create a psionic feedback that intends to hurt those who try to use psionics against his mind. However, he is capable of amplifying the psychic energy entering his mind well beyond his means by draining the psionic energy from his attacker. In order for him to use this ability, he must have eye contact with his attacker with his psionic eye.

--Psionic Blade Creation (Active)
While he was getting attuned to his new abilities, his first application of psionics is generating a blade. He has now mastered this ability to create any form of blade he wishes to use without too much thought, the ability honed down to the smallest muscle movements in his muscle memory. The blade length can vary in length and width almost indefinitely.

--Psionic Force-Field Generation (Active)
This is the second ability that he has trained himself in. He can generate psionic barriers that are nigh-impenetrable barring any cosmological beings and any embodiments of psionic energy. This shield can also vary in size and has been used to hold injuries in place until they are healed.

Attributes:

Height: 180cm
Weight: 85kg
Strength Level: 5x Human (50 tons when imbued with psionics via Psionic Combat [currently])
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human (50 MPH when imbued with psionics via Psionic Combat[currently])
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours
Agility: Normal (10x when imbued with psionics via Psionic Combat [currently])
Intelligence: Between Average and Genius
Fighting Skill: Highly trained in psionics, untrained in CQC and ranged

Resources:
Limited. He has a revolver with a scope and a strapped-on laser pointer.

Weaknesses:
While The Wanderer has gained super-strength and endurance from his mutations, he did not gain the durability that can come with it. Therefore, he is able to be injured by anything like a human. A byproduct of him being weaker is that if he enters a near-dying state, his willpower becomes weaker and can become more influenced by psionic attacks to his mind and background psionics (Note, however, that this state can make him more dangerous as he can act as a conduit for the background psionic energy and augment his powers tenfold, though this can kill him if prolonged use). With his knowledge in psionics, he does not have the concentration to throw up more than two of his abilities at the same time (i.e. he is unable to throw up three Psionic Barriers at the same time).

Supporting Characters-:
Anyone that he had cared for are either dead or were left behind, both cases in the future. But for reference:
Mother (Deceased)
Father
Dwellers of the bunker

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[Mercinus3]

Entity you have created:
Unknown

Alias:
The Psionic Nexus

Speech Color:
Medium Purple, #9370DB, all in italics

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Known by psionic/psychic users

Character Personality:
The Nexus seems to have a neutral, eerily calm personality. Despite many galactic beings not showing a great deal of friendliness due to its creation, it remains cool and diplomatic everyone, especially those it wants to become its avatars. However, if push came to shove, it can have an explosive anger and shows a high degree of vindictiveness to those that offended it.

Uniform/costume:
While the extent of Psion is unknown, it can be seen speeding through the universe:
Cosmic Trail

When it is visiting a planet, it takes on a common wolf form:

Planet form

Origin Info/Details:
Thousands of millions of years ago, when the universe was still young, there was a lone planet. While life in the universe was a new thing and the concept of spacefaring was long away, this planet had a unified, tribal species of humanoid beings. They were able to speak in their own language, had a culture advanced enough that there were objects capable of looking at the stars, their religions and were capable of tapping into a mysterious force that allowed them to achieve many feats. During the first set of uses, the sight of different nebulae were thought to be deities of immense power and were thought to be capable of creating and destroying buildings (they weren’t too far off from the truth). In order to appease these beings and to not allow the planet to be destroyed, they sacrificed one of their own that is capable of using the force the best, which seemed counterintuitive. Through this, they formed their own ritual and it seemed to appease them.

Unbeknownst to them, an unknown cosmic deity, facing eternal hunger, was encroaching the planet. As the planet was on the verge of being consumed, the people of the planet were by chance were sacrificing a young boy, capable of using the force unlike anything that was seen before. While the consumption of the planet would be the end of the story, something happened. As if by the whole universe aligning with the text, the planet was not just consumed. As the sacrifice happened, the mysterious force forced itself into the boy and absorbed the energy of the people, the planet’s destruction. The cosmic being that consumed the planet was also consumed through this force, wiping everything from existence in that particular area of the universe. In place of the planet, a small, glowing creature had formed. The mysterious force had manifested itself from the cosmic being’s life force and created a creature that was in the sacrificed boy’s mind. As the creature carried own with its own life, trying to come to grips with what has happened, the juvenile mind of the boy aged with the years of experience and became the being it is now.

Hero Type:
Psychic/Energy (Cosmic entity)

Power Level:
Cosmic

Powers (Be Specific):
-Psionic Entity
By contrast to other cosmic entities, Psion is a creature made of pure psionic energy, which is generated by the force of life that flows throughout the universe. It can create any figure from this energy to fill its needs. Being such an entity, it is capable of using psionic energies of limitless power. As a result, as well, it is immune to physical attacks.

--Absolute Psionic Power
As a byproduct of being a psionic entity, the Psionic Nexus is able to control all forms of psionic energy, enabling it to perform many impressive feats such as creating barriers, creating unlimited numbers of constructs as well as many offensive beams and blasts. The energies that it uses is powerful enough to destroy planets and any material at the sub-atomic level if it wanted, but it sees no need in using the full range of its powers.

--Psionic Bestowal/Erasure
This is The Psionic Nexus’ calling card. Once it sees a being that has potential, it can grant them a fraction of its powers and abilities to the being, becoming one of its ‘avatars’, the strength of the bestowed powers a fraction of its true strength which, depending on the person, can cause instabilities in the avatar’s planet over long durations of use/conflict. The effects of this are usually permanent. Likewise, if the avatar becomes hostile to it in its presence, it is capable of removing that power away from them, often painfully as punishment.

-Cosmic senses
As psionic energies persist throughout the universe, The Nexus is able to sense everything as it travels through the universe. Through this is it able to decide on where to go for potential avatars

-Cosmic Telepathy
To sense and communicate with living beings throughout the universe, Psion is capable of communicating with beings (more commonly its avatars) throughout the universe.

-Cosmic Teleportation
As it needs to travel from one place to another, The Nexus is capable of teleporting itself and other beings across vast distances through space, possibly through wormholes but no one can recall how it does the teleport.

-Life Embodiment
As a by-product of its creation, The Nexus has the ability of controlling life-force energy, giving, extending or taking life away from living beings. These abilities, although very powerful, are rarely used by the Nexus as it handles all of its tasks with its psionic energies.

-Immortality
The vastness of psionic energies being generated in the universe means that The Psionic Nexus is can replenish itself indefinitely to the point where it can regenerate itself and never age.

-Possession
If a being has been encountered that has the potential, The Psionic Nexus is capable of possessing the being. This being is the incarnate of the Nexus’s original form albeit with all of the strength of its cosmic form. The psionics from the being, though has been immeasurable, are capable of ripping solar systems apart. However, there has been no being capable of being possessed as the candidates used before have disintegrated into nothing from the sheer strength of the universe’s psionics.

Attributes:

Strength Level: Unknown
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Unknown, though can travel through the universe at superluminal speeds.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Unlimited
Agility: 20x +
Intelligence: Super-Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources:
As a cosmic entity of psionic energy, it doesn’t need any resources.

Weaknesses:
Though many beings have faced The Psionic Nexus in combat, there has not been any weaknesses shown to damage it. However, with its form being of pure psionic energy, it is unable to cause physical damage to its opponents.

Supporting Characters:
While there are thousands of The Psionic Nexus’s avatars throughout the universe, there are currently none on the planet that the inhabitants call Earth.

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[Fallenreaper]

Character you have created: ?
Alias: Avatar
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using):

When speaking through a droid- Code
Real voice- #cc9900

Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret
Character Personality:

When in a casual setting, any who encounter his Avatar would find an honorable and sharp minded individual despite his appearance. The mind behind the droid is easily at home with each move, gesture and more being graceful and precise in movement. Well practiced over years that with surprising ease, he can perform the most delicate actions without damaging fragile items. An accent is impossible to make out through his mechanical voice but his mannerisms mimic that of Asian origins with a polite bow on first meeting, especially with those he respects.

Uniform/costume:

Unlike most villains, Avatar would never put himself in the line of combat personally. Currently he’s only got one droid but as he encounter challenges and opposition, his machines will grow over time. (Added at GM’s approval)Since the machine is his ability to interact with the world from a safe distance, Avatar has made every advancement to prevent it from being able to be hacked or manipulated. Including creating a very usual programming that functions on the same levels as a human brain, without the reasoning until he downloads his own. Many hackers of any skill would notice it’s oddity and difficulty in hacking almost immediately, their hacks hindering key features but failing in tracking, hijacking, or similar types of sabotage.

Model 1

AKA-Denki jiko

Origin Info/Details:

Very little is known about Avatar, his past and location well guarded secrets. So guarded in fact, any attempts to fish or jack them will result in gaining his immediate attention instead. There has been few brave enough to cross him for fear of receiving a unwelcome visit and sudden vanish. Any that have managed to cross Avatar twice, often never live to do it a third time. They have fallen ill to a series of accidents ranging from car crashes to gas explosions, none naturally leading back to him naturally. Though officially he hasn’t shown up within Pacific Point until the last week or so, it’s obvious he isn’t a stranger to crime or how it works. However, his antics seem more getting his name out there than actually for profit. He’s mysteriously been able to replace his droids with newer and improved designs, his funds untraceable.

Hero Type (Select one): Other-Machinist/Inventor
Power Level (Select one below): City
Powers (Be Specific):

Each suit is different in their power sets, currently more will be added as the IC goes on and after GM approval. In addition, suits will improve and change as they become destroyed.

Denki jiko

Features

Exoskeleton- Outside Casing

The exoskeleton is not designed to take a beating, unlike other models because it is designed for speed and agility. This means lighter density and quicker movements to get more strikes in to end a fight quicker.

Electromagnetic Recharge-Located within Storage Unit

Using specialized coils and frequencies, Avatar is able to absorb energy from various sources via wireless method. Powerlines, lightning and even solar energy can be used to energize the droid whenever power is running at about 40% efficiently. This prevents him from having to return to a nearby recharge location in order to replenish the loss energy.

Storage Unit- Located on the back

The storage unit can retain and store enough energy to properly function for weeks when in casual mode. However, during combat that energy can quickly evaporate requiring the Electromagnetic Recharge to refill it. This unit then change nearly any energy type that’s absorbed by the recharge into clean, suitable energy for use within 10 seconds to an hour.

Electrical Touch

Casting Time: 2-3 seconds (1 second to charge it up, then 1-2 to release)
Range: Close Quarter Combat
Duration: 6+ seconds *
Description: Avatar laced his droid with numerous current lines and when activated, they come alive with electrical energy. Due to the nature of the droid, the currents have little to no effect over its systems and instead charges the whole droid with about 50,000 watts at 26 volts per second. This acts like a taser on touch, releasing the electrical energy in short bursts at a time.

*Through it could last indefinitely, the longer the ability is on then the more power that is discharged. This takes a toll on the storage unit’s reserves over time making the output>intake energy wise. So Avatar often uses this in burst, allowing a recharge state if he’s used this for extended periods (18 seconds| 3 posts or longer).

Enhanced Speed

Casting Time: 3-4 seconds
Range: 64+ mph
Duration: 6 seconds
Description: Collecting energy in the legs, Avatar can increase his speed for a limited time to match that of a cheetah. This ability can enhance his own reflexes and reaction speed to that of 5x of a human. These are used in bursts, requiring a cool down period or risk the metal joints and carbon fiber muscles getting worn down.

Electrical Disruption

Casting Time: 6 seconds
Range: 10 meters (30 feet) in radius all the way around
Duration: 3 seconds to finish, up to 30 minutes lasting effect
Description: Avatar buildings and collects focused energy into the palms, then smacks them together. The energy erupts violently into the surroundings creating a ripple effect. This emits both an EMP blast, knocking out all electrical devices within range, and a vibration (from violently clashing protons and neutrons) that knocks anything nearby away several feet. The power is strong enough to be comparative to half a stick of dynamite.

Electrical Shots

Casting Time: 2-3 seconds for each shot
Range: long
Duration: 6 seconds either on contact or on location it hit
Description: Condensing and focusing electrical energy into his palm, Avatar can create small electrical bombs that can go off on impact and electrocute his target. Each shot has the same wattage and voltage to his Electrical Touch, showing he’s out to be lethal. However, if the bomb should miss it will temporary electrify a small yard radius area circle where it landed. This area will remain charge for about 6 seconds before dying out.

The shot can reach up to that of an arrow or tossed grenade, but hitting is another matter. Fast moving objects are difficult to hit if they move quicker than the human eye and just because it is thrown doesn’t mean it can’t be cleared in time.


Attributes (Select one at each category):

Denki jiko

Height: 5’6”
Weight: 167 lbs
Strength Level: 2x Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human-5x Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Unknown, he’s usually ends a fight rather quickly
Agility: x 5 Human
Intelligence: Average- Borderline Genius
Fighting Skill: Adeptly Trained

Resources: Unknown

Weaknesses:

Exoskeleton- While a normal human might not be able to make a dent with their bare hands, continual abuse will slowly take its toll from weapons and even bullets fired at a rapid pace could cause serious damage. In addition, the exoskeleton is only protected from the normal weathering conditions (such as heavy rain, limited hail, and sun) and electric type attacks. This means odd elemental like fire, ice, etc can deteriorate the outside faster.

Recharge- Depending on the source of the energy, the droid could be replenished fast or slow. Pure sources of energy like power lines, lighting, and more can produce rapid amounts and can boost the droid to max in a minute (less time through physical contact) over time. Sources with low power flow like vehicles and even solar energy will take closer to an hour to fully charge, forcing caution over consuming too much at once.

Storage Unit- can only retain and use so much at one time and while it’s large, it’s not limitless. Depending on the source it’s draining from then the output could be greater than its intake. If too much energy is used at once, this could result in the droid being unable to function or defend itself. While Avatar has put in a safety measure to ensure the prior does not happen, he still needs to be cautious over how often he fights or for how long.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Unknown

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Zero

Character you have created:

Alias: Zero

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): [color=0076a3][/color]

Character Alignment: Walking the line

Identity: Unknown

Character Personality: Kieran prefers to speak in sarcasm, rarely ever being serious. If he isnt being sarcastic, then he usually has an ubeat but indifferent wat of speaking. Kieran tries to be optimistic as much as possible, even in the worst situations and always tries to analyze a situation before reacting.

Uniform/costume:
1) One black, short sleeve, trench coat with collar propped up
2)Two black gloves that cover most of the forearm
3)One Black turtleneck
4)One pair of black jeans
5)Black combat boots

Origin Info/Details: Zero seems to not be able to remember anything from beyond the point he woke up. He does not know his age, his name, or anything about his past besides very small things like how to operate a vehicle, basic arithmatic, etc. One day he simply woke up and he nearly went insane. The reaosn being, the smell that penetrated his nose. He could smell so much and it was all very.......consuming. Zero opened his eyes second, after taking in all of the new and alarming smells, and awoke to see he was laying in an alley. Zero slowly stood up, careful to brush off the dirt, grime, and filth he seemed to be laying in. He walked out of the alley, supporting himself against the nearby wall to his right and covering his eyes with his left hand. The sun seemed to make his skin tingle slightly, and his body just seemed......heavy. When he walked out of the alley his mouth opened when he saw the people who went along their day pass by, and felt two points of pressure in his mouth. He felt the inside of his mouth and felt two very sharp teeth come out from his gums. Zero covered his mouth, and slid down the building wall hthat was behind him. He felt weak, exposed, and so hungry........

A random man who was passing by Zero stopped in front of him and offered him his hand. He seemed concerned, nervous, and slightly cautious. Zero looked up at the man and his vision started to blur, and he began to see red. Zero reached up with his right hand, accepting the offered hand of the stranger, when an impulse so strong he nearly puked began pumping in his body. Zero immediately retracted his hand, covered his mouth again, and stumbled hazardly into the alley again. The stranger followed Zero, somehow unconcerned with his own safety. When they were both in the alley away from prying eyes, Zero turned around and pounced on the strange man, knocking him to the ground. As the stranger desperately tried to fight off Zero, Zero noticed a vein in the strangers neck that looked so....tasty. Kieran dipped his head and bit into the vein with his new fangs and in exactly sixty seconds he drained the man of all his blood.

Zero left the body where it was, and for the next few days blood was all he could think about. He went on a small blood binge leaving behind a trail of bodies. After the next two days, Zero finished draining a young women when he sorta came to his senses. He realized what he had been doing and his blood lust left him. He sat in the dark abandoned place he lured the women into and pondered a few things about himself. He was weak in sunlight, he fed on blood, he had fangs, and at night he was a near perfect hunter with advanced sight, hearing, and he was even a bit faster and stronger. He cleaned himself up, using the womens clothes to remove the blood from his mouth, and found a place to sleep. During the day he went to the local library and found out what he was. He was a vampire.

Zero went on for the next years making a name for himself, and effectively started calling himself Zero since he knew nothing about himself. While he cared little for his lost memories, he did feel guilty about killing so many innocents. So he began working as a sort of mercenary, taking cases that went beyond the law. He still killed, but he tried to not kill when he fed. He also tried to stick with cases that were to help the good and punish the bad. Also over the course of two years, he found a Katana blade that never seemed to dull no matter how long he used it or what he cut through and learned to wield it with a mastery of skill and precise.

Hero Type (Select one): Supernatural

Power Level (Select one below): C

Powers (Be Specific):
Vampiric Vision: Zero can see extremely well during the day, and during the night even greater. During the day he can see up to one hundred meters away in clear detail except when the sun is being shined directly in his face. At night he can see up to five hundred meters or more away crystal clear. During the night he aquires a sort of night vision sense, unable to see through solid objects but still crystal clear in the night.

Vampiric Strength: During the day Zero has the strength of ten men, easily able to lift extremely heavy objects or wield his katana at fast speeds. During the night his strength is mutlipled, and his skin becomes slightly hardened so that he can punch through brick, steel, metal, and more.

Vampiric smell: Zero can smell from a great distance away, and unlike his other abilites this is not affected by sunlight. But it is affected by his hunger. He can smell the blood pumping in peoples veins and differenciate between a number of smells mixed together when full. But when he is hungry, he cannot control what he smells meaning he cannot block out unwanted aromas and he can spell someones blood a mile away.

Vampiric hearing: Zero has very well adjust hearing, and again his ability depends on his hunger rather than the time of day. Zero, when full, can hear anything within a block radius of him but he is able to tune things out or focus on a single sound. When hungry though he cannot tune anything out or single in on anything, and every seems to scream together.

Vampiric healing: Zero seems to be able to heal fast, making small cuts and incisions heal in a matter of seconds. When drinking blood even a mortal wound can be healed within seconds, and even regenerate body parts besides his head. With no blood, Zero cannot regenerate but heal from severe wounds over time.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6'2
Weight: 180 lbs
Strength Level: When affected by the sun - 10x normal human/ No sun - 50x normal human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Sun - 2x normal humans/ No sun - 5x normal human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Sun - 2 hours/ No sun - 5 hours
Agility: Sun - 5x/ No sun - 20x
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Average

Weaknesses: Zero obviously is much weaker when in contact with direct sunlight, and even when there is no sun can still be overpowered by those just flat out stronger or more skilled. He can not outrun a grenade or explosion, and cannot survive decapitation.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Zero has contacts and buisness associates, as well as people who owe him favors, but he has no significant other,

Sample Writing

The city was loud and quiet at the same time, loud with the roar of nightlife that enguled the entire population but quiet at the same time with the underworld of the city discreetly making their moves. People laughed and danced in the streets, consumed by the devils nectar and engulfed in their own misguided happiness. All the while people went on with their lives during the night, he roamed the streets. He quickly and swiftly walked down the sidewalks and darted around buildings through side passage ways. He had his own buisness to take care of and nothing was going to stop him from achieving his goal. He had made a promise and he intended to keep it. His dark clothing seemed to cloak him in the night, despite there being a full moon that shone brilliantly.

He traveled far for his objective and he arrived in the manner and in the time he planned. The mans destination was a gravesite, and as he stood outside the gate keeping him from simply entering he sighed. He was instantly aware he was being watched and did not appreciate the rude gesture. "You can come out", The man said out loud to who appeared to be no one,"I would prefer not to have to search for you. That would require more effort than you are worth." The man dropped the bag he was carrying and unsheathed the blade he had contained on his back. When he did a shadow like figure took shape behind him, with only the barest of color showing off the small dagger he had pressed against the first mans back.

The first man grinned, showing two fangs prortruding from his gums. He dropped his katana and quickly spun around, using his left elbow to knock the dagger out of the second mans hand. He swung his right hand in a pointed finger manner, his claw like hand flat, and aimed for the throat of the second man. As luck would favor the bold normally, she did not so in this case. The second man ducked the first mans sharp jab, throwing a punch into the first mans gut, then landing a second one. This did not phase the first man though, as he grabbed the head of the second man and kneed him hard as he simply shrugged off the punches. The second man recoiled back, falling on his back.

The first man scooped up his katana, quickly dashed forward, and layed the sharp side of the blase against the second mans throat even as the man squirmed and tried to find an opening to escape. "Why? Who ordered you to follow me", The first man asked with anger seeping out of every word. The second man simply smiled, his bright white teeth gleaming in the night. The second man, able to do this simply from suprising the first man more than anything, leaned forward more so the blade was drawing blood from his throat. Then quickly turned his head, cutting open his own throat. The first man, suprised but unmoved, stood up and swung his katana so as to throw off the blood. He walked over to his bag, picking it up with his left hand sheathing his katana with his right. He climbed up and over the gate of the cemetary, not looking back once to the stranger or even giving him a second thought. He walked for a few minutes, seemigly like he was lost but just as quickly stopping in front of a strangely marked gravestone. The headstone had weird carvings etched into it instead of a name. The first man kneeled, then brought out a bouqet of flowers from his bag. He placed them in front of the headstone and began to speak. "Sally.......its me, Zero.......its......well you know my name. You are the one discovered it, my real name.........I told you I would come back. I promised you I would. I am...so sorry I came back so late."

@nitemare shape

[LeeRoy]

Status - Deceased

The Legate

Character you have created: Joseph Collins

Alias: The Legate

Speech Color: Standart text white, in bold.

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

Identity: Unknown

Character Personality:
Joseph Collins, The Legate, is a well oiled mechanical killing machine. Trained and practiced in the art of killing men, not unfamiliar with the field of battle. Efficiency and lethal intensity define the lifestyle of the Legate. Opposition that stands before him is not but an obstacle to his progress, he moves forward nonstop. He knows he's dying and cannot afford the time to laze around, to lose focus, to stop for even a moment without completing his mission.

He is dedicated to protecting humanity and cautious of non-humans. He's an engine of war combining the greatest aspects of intuition, training, ferocity and instinct. The voice he speaks with is deep, guttural, almost roaring. Emotionally stunted but animalistic in behavior and violent tendencies.

Though he's aggressive, he's analytical and focused at all times. Even moreso when doped up.

Uniform/costume:
Standard issue Blue Digital Camo combat uniform.
Or
The Centurion Power Suit, a low efficiency suit that spectacularly augments the ability of the wearer. It fits his form comfortably, and gives him a much larger frame. Stealth is optional in this outfit.
{Picture will be drawn soon.}

Origin Info/Details:
Once upon a time. A young boy ran away from home, tired of the attention his handicapped brother got. Constantly his parents fawned over his invalid older brother, while he worked his hardest to excel. Joseph could not stand being ignored, and ran away in the night. No plans, no extra clothes, no food. He got rather far, all things considered, though it was not in the way he had intended.

This young boy was accosted by human traffickers from Haiti, they had come to Florida to capture children slaves from America. In the water he was saved by the Coast Guard who spotted a suspicious boat that refused their hails.

After being brought to the station with the other children, Joseph refused to tell them anything. Joseph was put into the system under the name John Doe, put up for adoption as he was still a minor.

When he reached puberty age he was adopted by a military agency and brought in for special training.

The next eight years of his life were nonstop training and conditioning, from the moment he woke up to the moment he went to sleep. Everything was training, his body was tortured and molded. Fed hormones and chemicals to boost his growth, both height and muscle. Calcium supplements and more hormones for bone density.

VR training, Live Fire training, Real Action.

He was deployed on covert missions to the middle east to quell rising extremist groups, and brought back before anyone even knew he was there. Now that his training is completed, the Man is now tasked with the job of capturing and containing dangerous metahumans.

Hero Type:
Normal: No Power Suit, Enhancers, or Equipment
Gadget into Brick/Acrobat/Speedster: With Powersuit, Enhancers, and Equipment

Power Level:
Street Level: No Power Suit, Enhancers, or Equipment
High Street, Low City: With Just Enhancer.
City Level: With Powersuit, Enhancers, and Equipment

Powers (Be Specific):

Attributes:
Base-

Height: 6'8"
Weight: 320 lbs
Strength Level: Peak Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 20 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours
Agility: 5x
Intelligence: Average Human
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Standing Jump: 4.2 feet
Long Jump: 19 feet

Enhanced-

Height: 6'8"
Weight: 320 lbs
Strength Level: 1 ton
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours
Agility: 7.5x
Intelligence: Average Human
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Standing Jump: 8.5 feet
Long Jump: 27 feet

Enhanced and Armored-

Height: 7'6" - Legs Extended: 8'5"
Weight: 550 lbs
Strength Level: 5 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 45 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5 hours
Agility: 10x
Intelligence: Average Human
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Running Speed with Extenders: 75 mph
Long Jump with Extenders: 42 feet
Standing Jump with Extenders: 14 feet

Resources:
Stolen money from S.T.R.I.K.E. that supports his lifestyle. Now seeking a source of income and reliable line of work.

Equipment:
Centurion Light Powered Armor: The suit is not computerized in any way, save for the helmet. All movements are enhanced based on a complex system of motors and triggers. While the suit has metallic parts, the first exoskeleton of kevlar is coated in a shell of ballistic ceramic. The inner casing is kevlar as well, with a gel layer between it and a metal casing.

Full Kit Helmet: Attached to the oxygen tank, the helmet allows the user to be totally independent from air for a short period of time. It also has a heads up display that scans varying light spectrums. Connected to diodes that scan heart rate, body temperature and blood toxicity. Has a sound and light filter, protecting the user from flashbangs and other stunning effects of the kind.

Onboard Computer System: Includes long range transmitters across all forms of media, digital or otherwise. Can hijack other systems to project audio and video. Allows the user to interrupt, disrupt and read information from any compatible system. Includes heads up display that tells the user vital information for their mission. Including logs, stored intel, ammunition count, among other important details.

Full Body Suit: The body suit worn underneath the armor is resistant to temperature extremes. Has fans for high temperatures to regulate heat, as well as a liquid cooling and heating system.

Joint Servo Motors: Improve lifting weight and optimize mobility. The movements may not be perfectly natural and smooth, but they're faster than the human body. Concealed within special domes that are built onto the bulk of the body of the suit.

Resilient Body Casing: A bullet resistant casing with a special foam that resists bullet penetration and stabbing. Mildly resistant to explosives, though the shockwave is not resisted. The suit is built around the additions, rather than the additions being built around the suit. The casing covers all joints with a loose scale mail that is not as durable as the blocks of metal, but still very resilient. The suit protects from great falls, heavy hits to a certain degree, and lets him trade blows fairly evenly without being pushed back.

Gel Layer: Beneath the armor plating and foam, there is a gel layer surrounded on both sides with an impermeable fabric. This gel layer protects against temperatures up to 1500 degrees, and down to -120 degrees. Giving him protection from the elements. It also displaces electrical impulses across the entire surface, depleting the punch they'd naturally have with as much metal as he has on his body.

Organic-Mimic Leg Extensions: Long, ostrich like stilts that extend from the heel of the armor. Extends the stride of the wearer by several feet and boosts the elasticity of their movements.

Oxygen Tank Compartment: Embedded in the back behind a triple layer of armor plating and foam. Three tanks of oxygen for maximum run time, giving him sixteen hours worth of oxygen to upkeep his rapid burn of energy. In the same compartment is the battery pack, with another layer of ballistic ceramic to prevent failure.

Holsters: Magnetic clasps for his rifle and sidearm. Attached to his thighs with a plate of armor at the front to protect the weapons from damage. There is a left shoulder mounted sheath for his kukri, it is a magnetic clasp that allows him to draw and swing it in one clean movement.

Ammunition Belt: Attached at the waist is a series of compartments that open and release cartridges for ammunition types.

Elbow Mounted Winch Hook: This is a mechanical addition to the suit that allows him to grappling hook his way up buildings. This is not meant for swinging like Spider-Man, this is for climbing. It's an automated system, once the chain reaches the end of its length, it begins to roll back up. Pulling the user's weight upwards with it if it's attached to a solid surface. Oh, it also has enough force from the launch to punch a hole in concrete, so even if there isn't anything for it to catch onto, it can make a hole.

Boost Jet: A back mounted jetpack that is connected at the shoulders and waist. Allows the user short distance flight that recharges over the course of a short period of time. Hydrogen powered, very volatile to the user, but functional enough to risk usage.

Remote Drone: Includes Tazer system, 9mm submachine gun with laser tracking, and remote camera for viewing. Flies relatively silent, used best near vents. Can fly up to 50 mph and has a battery life of one hour, capable of fine midair maneuvering. Has enough ammunition for sustained firefights up to 30 minutes of repeated firing.

Caestus Hand Enhancer: Rocket Punching, Piston Driven, Hydraulic Powered action. A devastating supplement to the efficiency of the human hand, placed over the off hand of Joseph and over the armor. It allows him to perform feats of insane strength, such as crushing steel like paper. The fist is made from the same composite layers as the armor, with titanium alloy skeleton inner workings to supplement the strength of it.

As well, the fist enhances certain aspects of punching. It has a laser scanner that judges the distance between the fist and a target. Once reaching a certain distance, it activates a hydraulic piston that drives the fist forward. Further increasing the force of the punch. This double enhanced punch has enough force to drive a piece of straw through concrete, so imagine what it could do to a person.

The fist has a final secondary effect, the fist can be triggered to detach from the hand in an explosive way. This is only used in the case of a critical failure, three microrockets project the fist forward at sub sonic velocity. Creating an absurdly potent projectile punch that's sure to floor any metahuman that thinks he's too tough to be punched in the mouth. The process involves flipping a switch, firing the piston to launch the fist off his wrist, and then triggering the jets.

Meta Dissuader Sidearm: A combination of Laser Dissuasion System, Active Dissuasion System and Distance Sound System. Condensed into a vaguely bullhorn shaped utility tool. The laser has a tracker system with a computer that identifies "eyes" and will attempt to wave back and forth over their eyes in an oscillating pattern. The device also releases a sound that is just beneath aural damage levels, and emits a ray of heat that causes the first layer of skin to become painfully hot.

Slam Rifle: A multi ammunition rifle that is compatible with several varieties of ammunition. .45, beanbag ammunition, .410 bore shot, and comparable ammunition in size and shape. As well as an option to narrow the barrel to load smaller ammunition, including 9mm, pepperball, rubber ball, and paintball rounds. It has various loading methods, such as lever action, bolt action and semi-automatic.

The undercarriage of the rifle is compatible with three varieties of heavy projectile. Smokescreen Canisters, Tear Gas, Flash Bangs and High Explosive Grenade Rounds.

Ka-Bar Kukri Machete: A composite steel hand blade with a comfort grip and a razor's edge. The blade is two feet long, three inches in width and has a taper of 3 quarters of an inch to a nanometer thick edge. The blade is sharpened mechanically. Has rubber grip and is formed to fit his natural hand and gloved hand.

Enhancements:
PED Cocktail- This gives his mind and body a total overload of sensory, cognitive and physical enhancements at the cost of burning himself out.

Epinepherine: Adrenaline based chemical injection that increases human natural ability and reflexes. As well, slightly slows perception of time.

Anabolic: Tranobolone Steroid and Selective Androgen Receptor Modulators to temporarily boost strength.

Stimulants: Amphetamine and Caffeine concentrate to hone senses and energy to a sharp point. Increases reaction time sharply.

Ergogenic: Creatine to lengthen performance time.

Painkiller: NSAIDs and THC to numb pain and steady hands.

Blood Boosters: rhEPO and PFCs to speed up oxygen reception.

3x Oxygen Intake: Within the realm of safe intake to prevent overloading his blood toxicity. Speeds up cognition and gives him more energy.

Weaknesses:
Ultimately, he's got no powers of his own. Despite being a power armored, drug addled supersoldier, he's got to augment his abilities with exterior utilities. Outside of his suit he's just a man. As well, he's terribly stunted emotionally and socially. He's programmed to kill, not to feel. Oh, yeah, he also cannot swim in the suit.

As well, there are signs that his organs have already begun to fail. The drug injections are going to kill him inevitably, but he's willing to kill himself in order to destroy those who he deems a threat to humanity.

Supporting Characters (And Equipment):
12 Member PMC, "The Legion":

Spitfire, Female 24: Wildcard
Primary-X15 Flamethrower
Secondary-MP5 Submachine Gun
Ghost, Male 26: Spotter
Hawk, Male 31: Sniper
Primary-Barrett M82 Sniper Rifle
Hammer, Male 19: Shock
Standard Gear
Irons, Male 22: Shock
Standard Gear
Cutter, Male 22: Shock
Standard Gear
Blue, Female 30: Shock
Standard Gear
Shark, Female 28: Stealth
Primary-H&K MP5SD Suppressed Submachine Gun
Sidearm-H&K MK23 Suppressed Handgun
Melee-Jagdkommando Tri-Dagger
Butch, Female 25: Pilot
Standard Gear
Apache Helicopter with Full Kit, as well as Side Mounted Handrails for Passengers.
Medic, Male 21: Medic
Standard Gear
Ace, Male 28: Shock
Primary-M249 Light Machine Gun
Dog, Female 20: Shock
Primary-Remington Model 870

Equipment: (Standard, with Deviation based on Personal Equipment. Primaries replace primaries, etc.)

Riot Equipment with Digital Blue Camo.
Primary: HK416 Assault Rifle
Sidearm: M-17 Handgun
Grenades: M84 Flashbang, M18 Smoke Grenade, M67 Fragmentation Grenade
Melee: Stun Baton or Combat Knife

Captain Explosion: Missing In Action

Notes: He is an expert artist, with a photographic memory. He is capable of closely replicating an image he saw in person onto a piece of paper.

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[Alternax]

Character you have created: Dr. David Anderson Jones

Alias: Terra Firma

Speech Color: Hero Time: ed1c24 Human: Normal/White

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: David is a patient, focused person, qualities driven into him by his long years studying archaeology, along with raising his daughter. At most times David tries fashion himself as a playful, talkative person who loves to prank others. Although he tries his best to seem ever joyful on the outside, he worries intensely about those closest to him. He drives his friends up the walls sometimes with his antics, but he likes to think they love him anyways, and their continued presence confirms it.

Uniform/costume:

Transformed

Human Form

Origin Info/Details:

Probably too long

Dr. David Anderson Jones was an American archaeologist who made a name for himself after publishing several papers proving the existence of numerous other undiscovered ancient tribes. After spending several more years and participating in several guest lectures at universities, including Lost Haven University, David finally found the location of an ancient ruin left behind by one of said tribes in the deep forests of South America. Eager to discover what awaited him inside the newly found ruins David eagerly set off by himself.

After spending days navigating the forests, using his altered maps, he finally found what he had been looking for. The structure itself seemed like a small two floored pyramid, but the inside presented him with what seemed like a maze that went on forever. After a few minutes spent navigating the hallways a feeling began to call to David, a feeling he couldn’t ignore, following that feeling took him half an hour, but he finally made his way to a large room. The room itself was massive, paintings, scriptures, and all sorts of symbols adorned the walls around him. The centerpiece of the massive chamber held a large, almost rainbow colored, crystal which illuminated the entire room, waves of energy fell off almost like a heartbeat.

Upon touching the crystal David’s vision flashed to an entirely different scenario, a scene from the far past. A being pulsating with colors, similar to those radiating off the crystal, was floating above a battlefield of some kind. Various different looking tribesmen where flinging spears and arrows at each other and the being, suddenly lighting struck down onto every tribes’ weapons, destroying them in a violent light. The vision changed again to a scene of those same tribes, but this time they were eating together, and even dancing and drinking around the same crystal David was touching. Then the vision flashed onto modern day, with cars driving by, people walking past, and almost violently the scene changed again. This time there were no tribes celebrating, or people passing by, instead buildings lay in ruins, and the earth burned everywhere he could see.

“How..” David mumbled to himself, he then tried to pull away from the crystal with no avail, suddenly he heard a voice in his head “Danger comes. Change needed. Host needed.” Unable to pull away from the crystal David felt himself being swallowed. When he awoke he found himself exhausted and adrift in the ocean until a fishing boat drove by to pick him up. When they asked what happened David simply told them he didn’t remember, which wasn’t far from the truth as he realized he had a serious gap in his own memory. What he could remember were certain feelings, and vague memories of him fighting. From attacking poachers, to some kind of creature underwater, his memory was in patches.

Hero Type (Select one): Elemental (?)

Power Level (Select one below): World Level (With Cosmic Level potential)

Powers (Be Specific):
PyroKinesis: David can generate his own super heated plasma, along with using raw geothermal energy from the Earth and nearby heat from the sun to help add to his own attacks. With this energy he can simply shoot it, or he can shape, and expel it in a variety of ways. He can even control flames outside his body, to draw in to use with his own flames, or to enhance an attack.

Lightning Kinesis: David can create or choose to manipulate Earth's own EM field by using his own ability over gravity to focus and bend electromagnetic waves into extremely high voltage electromagnetic energy for his use. David's control over lighting means he can form and control this energy in any fashion of his choosing, much like his Pyrokinesis.

Pseudo-Cryokinesis: If allowed enough time to absorb enough nearby heat David can chill the nearby area to freezing temperatures, enough to form ice even. But to do this effectively at his current skill level he must maintain physical contact with his target.

Gravitic Emulation: Having been granted a portion of Earth's power David also has some control over gravity. Although he is unable to control the level of gravity others feel he can alter the gravity in his close vicinity. Meaning he can add mass to incoming projectiles or other's fists at close range, allowing him to slow these attacks down and lessen their damage. Along with physical attacks, David's gravity powers can also affect light and energy attacks much like how gravity affects the bending of light. He can also use this to make himself heavier or lighter.

Solar Manipulation: By using his gravity emulation he can choose to manipulate only solar radiation around him, similar to how he can manipulate Earth's own EM field and light waves. In the same way he uses sun's heat to fuel a fire attack he can also choose to focus only solar energy into a form of fashion of his choosing.

Geokinesis: As Terra Firma, David can control the earth under him in any manner he wants. Meaning he can also control the size and form of the rocks he moves around. Aside from stone, and dirt David can also summon a specific mineral or crystal if need be.

Invisibility: Using his control over light with his gravity emulation he can bend the light around him, so that the light particles never touch him, giving him invisibility.

Supreme Durability: In his transformed mode David possesses high resistance to physical, magical, and energy attacks.

Agent of the Earth: Because of the Earth David has gained a super powered form, this new powered form is the personification of Earth's desire to defend itself. This form switches in with David's normal human form, replacing it with a body of energy, energy from the Earth's essence itself. This new body can feel soft like a persons body, but it is not flesh, nor does it have a need to breath. It's appearance is entirely due to David's unconscious mind, from the subtle 'breathing' motions, to the fiery energy flowing off him.

Meditative Chrysalis: If damaged or injured to a critical or near fatal point David can retreat to a chrysalis. But this is not instantaneous and therefore not usable in battle.

Flight: In his powered body he is capable of flight.

Earth-Mind: Due to the origin of his powers he retains a constant two-way link to the Earth, this link allows him to feel life around him, and attune himself to forces he couldn't as a normal human. This is also the evidence of the ever growing connection between the two.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: Human 6'1, Terra Firma 10'0(Variable?)
Weight: 220lbs
Strength Level: 100+ Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 60 mph(Variable?)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: 20x
Intelligence: Above Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Average

Weaknesses:
David’s bonding with the Earth isn’t complete and as such has limited defense against a psychic attack, depending on the severity of the attack the Earth may choose to forcefully disengage the link to spare either it's user or itself. In certain scenarios the Earth may choose to assume control. He can also be beaten down by an attacker if they were strong enough.

If defeated in his transformed body David would be unable to transform again until he has healed properly.

When he is a normal human he can hurt and be killed just as easily as anyone else, if not more so due to his chosen morals.

Supporting Characters:
Dr. Carmine Williams: A colleague and like minded spirit David befriended the last time he lectured at Lost Haven University.

Miller family: So far David has met two members, a father and son named George and Thomas, respectively. They are the family that fished him out of the water.

Sledge: Local small time hero, has named himself after a sledgehammer for obvious reasons.

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I'm sorry it's long

“Wha-What is this?” David mumbled as he found his hands, no, his entire body had changed. The crystal in front of him had receded into the ground at some point, leaving only a freshly stirred mound in its place. Suddenly, as if answering his earlier question a vision flashed through his eyes, a volcano erupting, and then a scene of the Earth itself. “What’s that supposed to be, the power of the Earth? Is that what this is!” David shouted as he spun around the room, he was answered only by silence. “How do I undo this, turn me back, now!” David demanded, still talking to an empty room, his voice echoed for a second. “Bonding incomplete. Practice. Threat.” A feminine voice spoke into his head, flat, emotionless. Then another vision came into his head, this time it was a camp of unusually armed people chopping through branches with machetes. Then the image switched to some kind of room, caged animals, and syringes on the floor. “Poachers, is that what they are?” David asked, although he knew that whatever this was didn’t always answer him.

As soon as he exited it was almost as if he could feel where he needed to go, but not how far, deciding he might need to go far he immediately broke into a run. Immediately after starting his legs he almost fell over. “Whoa, so much faster.” David mumbled, sparing a glance at the surroundings shrinking behind him, and his own feet moving far faster than they ever did. After a few minutes of running he saw what the Earth had been pushing towards, a one story building of some kind with jeeps parked on the other side by the front. David could overhear voices on the other side, deciding to go in quiet for some information he held himself on the side of the building, covered by the jeeps. “-ck out this cool hardware, looks like we got the best gig sitting out here with these new guns.” A slapping sound could be heard a second later. “No, no we didn’t.” Someone else replied with a hint of annoyance.

“Wait, what’s with that glow over by the jeep, did you leave a flashlight on?”

“I don’t think so, but let’s check it out.”

The two men spoke; David could tell they were definitely getting closer from their voices and footsteps. “Damn, I forgot I’m a freaking lava lamp.” David whispered to himself as he glanced at his body, and I really don’t want to kill anybody. Lighting, from that vision I can use lighting somehow. David recalled the vision from earlier as he thought to himself. David sprung from his cover with a giant leap above the jeep and the two patrol men landing in front of the building itself, leaving a slight crater, expunging the displaced dirt around him in a cloud. Realizing he forgot something David chastised himself in his head. Uh oh, forgot to find out if I was bulletproof beforehand, way to go captain dummy.

“What is that?”

“Doesn’t matter, open fire!” The two guards who had spoken unleashed a hail of red beams on him.
“The hell, these aren’t bullets!” David shouted as he staggered under their fire, in his panic he managed to shift his body to correctly allow the beams to redirect at the building and at the jeep behind the guards, the resulting explosion threw the guards forward in the air, landing just in front of David, and with a grunt they were both out. “I guess I don’t get to practice lightning today.” David whispered to himself, amazed by the destruction he inflicted purely on accident. Looking over at the building David spotting the hole burned through from earlier, squeezing through it David spotted a several cages stacked on top, it looks as though someone had stepped out before he could finish what he was doing. A stack of notes sat on top of a table, certain notes where separated from the others and a syringe was readied but unused, and the bio waste bin was empty. “Help the animals, that’s all you want right?” David questioned the entity from earlier, but was met with no response. David spent the better half of an hour carefully breaking open the cages and carrying the more injured animals deeper into the forest, just before he finished making off with the last one he could hear a car driving through the trees.

“Guess their friends were bound to show up.” David grumbled, drawing a perk from the cub in his hands. After setting down the cub momentarily he dug into the ground, lifting a sizable chunk, and tossing into the front of the building. Deciding he was satisfied with his rushed rescue he made off with the last cub, as he ran he didn’t notice he had begun to transform back into his human from again.

[Athinar]

An Average Day

Just a Guy

No one Special

Average Joe

Nicholas Church

Alias: November
Speech Color: MediumSlateBlue
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Known to the LHPD and S.T.R.I.K.E., as well as the US Navy and the criminal underworld.
Character Personality: Soft-spoken and friendly, normally, but when riled, becomes gruff and terse.
Uniform/costume: He wears suits.

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Origin Info/Details:

Nicholas Church was an all-American kid. Played football in the backyard with his friends, learned to shoot from his father, and joined the Boy Scouts as soon as he could. Born to Lionel Church and Tabitha Ferguson-Church in 1981, in the suburban town of Whitechapel, Pennsylvania, he had a happy life.

Getting scholarships, he went to Penn State for football, and graduated cum laude in his class. Then, September 11th came. After that fateful day, Nick Church was caught up in the patriotic fervor sweeping the nation, and joined the Navy SEALs.

Going on covert missions of all stripes, Nick finished his tour, and came back home, proud to have served his country. Settling down, he joined the LHPD, and in Lost Haven, he met the love of his life, Carol Winters.

She was an EMT, and they first met at the Lost Haven Emergency Services Christmas Gala. It was less than a year before they were married. Living happily for several years, they had Abigail in 2005, and everything seemed fine, until November of the same year.

One fateful day, Nick got the call that his wife was hospitalized. She was making a deposit at the bank, and a masked man held up the place, with strange powers. Carol tried to stop him, and the man blasted her with fire. She was badly burned, but the robber was horrified, and gave himself up. Rushing to the hospital, Nick came in just in time to see her die on the operating table.

Nick was crushed, but he tried to stay strong for their daughter. Quitting the force, he became a bounty hunter, giving him more time to spend with his daughter. When she was six, he began to notice something strange. She was stronger, and tougher than any six-year-old had any right to be. Testing this out carefully, he soon learned that she was super-strong, and insanely resistant to damage. Abigail, quite frankly, was delighted when she found out. She was a superhero! But her father less happy. This would make people come after her. Bad people.

Keeping her abilities secret, he tried to keep up their normal life, but when she reported to him that she saw a suited man with black sunglasses following her home from school, he knew that the game was up. Quitting his job, again, and breaking out the old equipment, he prepared for what he knew was coming.

A storm was on its' way. But he would protect his little girl from anything. No matter what he had to do.
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Hero Type:Normal/Gunman
Power Level: Street
Powers:

(Unknown to him) Minor Healing Factor: Nick has a minor healing factor that works slowly, comparative to other heroes with more powerful healing factors. This allows him to take slightly more damage than a normal human would be able to, and be ready for action quicker after injuring himself.

Attributes:

Age: 36
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lb.
Strength Level: Athletic Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Quick Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 Hours due to training
Agility: Agile Normal Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large (Mostly weapons, but quite a bit of cash left over from his pay as a SEAL.)
Weaknesses: He's just a man, albeit a deadly one.

Supporting Characters:

Abigail Church: His 13-year old daughter. Is a powerful metahuman, with super-strength and superhuman durability.

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Sample Post:

[Legion X51]

Katarina, 1508 to 1610

Character you have created:
Katarina von Reisech / Katarzyna z Ryzsecz

Alias:
Various names that have been bandied about in the ages, though most simply call her The Red Countess.

Speech Colour (Actually say what you're using):
#921111

Character Alignment:
A true Villain of the ages, Katarina is bent on unlocking the deepest secrets of the arcane and of the ultimate goal of unlife - to be free of the need for blood and to no longer fear the sun... And she will do *anything* to get it.

Identity:
Only known to a handful of those versed in the dark arts of necromancy and vampirism.

Character Personality:
Selfish, undependable and duplicitous, von Reisech is not a woman to be trusted or relied upon for important duties, though she is capable of loyalty to some causes, so long as they suit her own purposes ultimately. She plays the long game, willing to allow the mortals about her play along with their own little flickers of energy, their brief moments of glory before the cold embrace of death takes over. She is willing to grant others the mercy of the Blood Kiss, though any that are turned by her are subservient to her every whim and desire, no matter how dangerous or damaging it may be. When in battle, she is utterly merciless and ruthless to a fault, willing to sacrifice even the largest and most powerful of their servants in her search for power and her birthright - her lands in what is now Kaliningrad, the old Holy Roman county of Preussen-Konigsberg. Ultimately, she wishes to create her own vampiric paradise, where the hateful rays of the sun are obscured by the mists of undeath, and those in her thrall toil for her benefit, and finally, von Reisech will rebuild the Tower of Spires, and within, she will retire to her libraries once more. She lusts for knowledge and arcane arts, and will not hesitate to jump at any opportunity to expand her collection of spells and arcane magicks.

But... anyone can change.

Uniform/costume:
Katarina often sports Renaissance-style clothing (in spite of the changing times) as she is more comfortable with the clothing that she knew in her mortal life.

Origin Info/Details:

Chapter 1: Manifestation of Evil

Countess Katarina von Reisech was born on the Spring Solstice in 1492 in the town of Neuhausen, a Teutonic fortified settlement founded by the knightly order on their invasion of Prussia in the later 13th century, into an unsettled era of violence and war within Prussia. The Polish-Lithuanian King Jan Olbracht Jagiellon had recently consolidated the gains Poland had made during the Thirteen Years War, in which Katarina's parents had supported the Teutonic Order against the Prussian Confederation and subsequently had suffered devastation of their lands by Polish and Prussian soldiers. Katarina's own birth was surrounded in rumours of secrecy and sorcery - Graf Johann von Reisech was thought to be an impotent imbecile, and his wife Anya was of low-born stock: there were those who suspected that Katarina was either a bastard child or birthed through dark magics brought upon the couple by their Lithuanian doctor, Vytautas Revinskas: a pagan worshipper of the Romuva faith and thought to be part doctor and part sorcerer, Revinskas somehow was able to get the couple to conceive a child, which the parents predicted would be a boy. Though the pregnancy was trouble-free, the sex of the baby was wrong - nine months to the day of conception, a healthy baby girl was born - Katarina.

Her childhood was a troubled one, to match a troubled child. Revinskas often meddled with her education in the Christian arts, planting seeds of doubt that God truly was who the Bible dictated, or that Jesus Christ was the Son of God and not, say, an impostor? Revinskas encouraged the young girl to question those beliefs that were considered truths, and to be skeptical of all that the Church decried as heretical or heathen - were they simply afraid of the real truth? These seeds of doubt would, in time, blossom and bear fruit, Revinskas thought, for he was playing the long game. The castle itself and the lands surrounding it began to warp and twist over the coming months and years, though so slowly that it was barely noticeable even to the trained eyes of the clergy - though the appearance of the Comet of the Feast of St. Peter and Paul in 1499 and 1507, on the very same day of the year no less, the 29th of June, began to arouse suspicion and fear from the superstitious peasantry. At the same time, rumours of Luciferian cults and dark magics began to emerge in late 1507, with several women burned in the local area for witchcraft: the weather was unusually wet, cold and above all dark. Some days, it was said, the sun barely reached over the horizon, and in the winter of 1507-1508, some days the sun was not present whatsoever. Even those well-versed in astronomy and science could not explain this freakish phenomenon, and so, in March 1508, it was decided that the pagan priest had to die, for it was he who was causing these inexplicable occurrences, and it was he who was bringing the wrath of God upon the lands, and the Graf was abetting this wrath by allowing the priest to remain in his court! The burghers, clergy and peasants gathered together in a great throng and rose up in revolt, in defence of faith and land. They besieged Castle Neuhausen, seat of their absentee Graf, in the hope of seizing both the priest Revinskas and the "Demon Child" that he had helped bring into this world - Katarina. The Graf and his soldiers manned the walls and defended admirably against the motley cannon that the peasant revolt was able to muster, and for three months, the siege of Neuhausen was underway, as the Graf stubbornly refused to surrender the castle, for he thought the peasants would simply sack it and destroy the riches of the aristocracy. However, unbeknown to all involved, the three month delay was a carefully crafted plan by Revinskas and the Luciferians within that area of Prussia. The siege would have been unsuccessful regardless: Revinskas and Katarina had fled the area before the siege had even begun, hurrying away deep into the Lithuanian hinterland in Zemaitija and Klaipeda on Katarina's 16th birthday. There, Katarina had undergone a radical change, perhaps signifying the corruption within that had been brought to the fore by Revinskas and his cultists; her hair was white as snow, her eyes two glowing orbs of smouldering red, and she was now well-versed in forbidden necromantic lore, taught to her by the Luciferians and by Revinskas. She had even had the Black Mass performed, her naked form lying on a black stone table, with a sigil of her own blood painted on her breast, a dagger in her right hand and a silvered chalice on her stomach, a ring of chanting cultists praising the Fallen Angel. She watched now as Revinskas put his plan into action.

The date was the 30th of May, 1508, and as the sun slowly rose over the fields surrounding Castle Neuhausen, all natural light was suddenly snuffed out, replaced by a fell green-glowing skull in the sky providing the only light for the panicked revolting army. The moat surrounding the castle turned into a broiling lake of blood before their very eyes, whilst the castle's drawbridge opened seemingly by itself. The revolters turned to fight their enemy, but what they saw was not at all what they expected - the legions of the living dead. Zombified corpses clutched crude clubs and shambled forth, whilst beside them, the creaking of animated bones as skeletal figures took up rusted arms and donned tattered scraps of mail and cloth. At their head was a grotesquely-obese creature, sitting upon a defiled throne stinking of sewage and disease: the Graf had been turned into a near-amorphous blob of pustule-ridden flesh which belched forth its commands, whilst beneath the throne, a nude, spidery-limbed woman shrieked at their foe, seemingly piercing the very air around the revolting army and sending some mad there and then - Katarina's dear sweet mama, Anya von Reisech. The Luciferians had succeeded in their rituals, and the dead walked once more. Though their spirit was valiant, the revolting army had no chance. The living dead fell upon the revolting army as a pack of wolves would fall on an undefended flock of sheep, tearing and gnashing at those who dared stand in their way. Thousands of Prussians were ripped apart in gouts of bloodied gore as the living dead gorged themselves in an orgy of destruction and bloodshed, in the name of the Fallen Angel. The skull in the sky began to cackle; a horrific, grating cacophony of laughter mixed with human screams - the screams of the dying of Neuhausen. As the last few realised their dreadful mistake, they turned to flee, but the very earth itself seemed to turn against them - grass became deep mud beneath their feet, clinging to them like concrete, leaving them all but helpless against the overwhelming tide of the undead. Soon, the revolt had been slaughtered to a man. His raven servants providing sight for his obsidian scrying ball, Revinskas cackled with glee as his plan to corrupt the Count and Countess had at last come to pass. Katarina, for her part, impassively watched as generations of her subjects were slaughtered before her eyes, many by their own ancestors that they had not long buried. She stared at the carnage and slaughter, and barely even moved.

Revinskas began to spill the beans, so to speak... it was he who had rendered the Count all but impotent and feckless, and it was he who had been machinating behind the scenes to ensure the match between the Count and Countess, and the birth of Katarina. Then, he would fulminate rebellion and discontent amongst the peasantry, and then watch as the peasants turn upon the corrupted rulership, before unleashing his trap at Castle Neuhausen. Then, with the Count and Countess out of the way, he would marry Katarina and rule Neuhausen in their stead, promulgating a great demonic bloodline from whenceforth a new generation of the undead would rule, as in Romania... The last step in Revinskas' plan was the turning of Katarina herself. The Bloody Kiss was Revinskas' reward for her service and her studiousness, and he eagerly gave it, seeing that at last his prize was in his grasp... For three long, agonising days, Katarina slowly wasted away, her body unable to fight the vampirism wracking it from the inside, her immune system turning on itself and destroying that which it needed to continue functioning normally. Finally, on the third day, after hours of feverish sweats, blinding pain and uncontrollable spasms, Katarina von Reisech died, with a final, heart-wrenching scream. For a few nerve-wracking moments, it all hung in the balance. Was she strong enough to turn fully? Revinskas stepped forward with a black rapier in his hand, and Katarina opened her eyes, and smiled a rueful, fanged smile. The Red Countess was born from the death of the 16-year old girl. She sat up, and looked at her mentor, who nodded once and held out the sword. "My darling, this is for you." Taking it in both hands, she turned it over, chuckling to herself as Revinskas turned away to begin making plans.

"Revinskas, you old fool. My destiny is my own... I will not have some halfwit Lithuanian dictating to me what I will and will not do!" In less than a heartbeat, Katarina had taken the sword and plunged it into Vytautas Revinskas' back, piercing his old, blackened, corrupted heart. Wrenching his head back so she could whisper in his ear, Katarina laughed, a low, sultry, seductive laugh accompanied by a shake of the head. "My destiny is mine, do you hear me? Mine. Forever." And with that, she withdrew the sword. Vytautas Revinskas sank to his knees, his form slowly crumbling, flesh sloughing from bone as he was unable to maintain himself... and finally, he simply crumbled to dust.

"I am Katarina, Countess of Neuhausen. Though you sought to use me for your own ends, I will seek to continue your work. Perhaps you will find this sweet succour as your soul burns in Hell."

Chapter 2: The Red Countess Ascendant

With Revinskas dead, the county of Neuhausen thoroughly under the control of Lucifer's cults and Katarina still in the Lithuanian hinterlands, the stage was set for another bloody and difficult conflict. The Luciferians refused to hand over power to Katarina after they discovered Revinskas' murder at her hands, and declared that she was apostate in the Luciferian Brotherhood; effectively casting her out and attempting to disavow her of any of her vampiric power under the rituals that Revinskas had performed. At the head of the Luciferian cults was a man named Stefan Grenzer, a man from Konigsberg who had been elected Arch-Priest of the Luciferian Brotherhood within Neuhausen and who now had the loyalty of supposedly all who followed him. However, Revinskas' spells were not infallible - Katarina knew how to counter them and how to gain control of the army of the dead that he had created at Castle Neuhausen, including the spells which he had placed upon her parents to corrupt them into their current forms. After slaying the Luciferians that had accompanied Revinskas to Lithuania, Katarina set out on the journey to return to East Prussia to reclaim her rightful lands, and destroy these arrogant believers. In truth, it was not Lucifer that Katarina followed; far from it, for Katarina had begun to question all religion and saw much of it as the root of the blasted world's problems (little did she know that 100 years later, the most terrible of European wars would prove her right) and so she dedicated her time to magic, rather than relying on boons from gods she neither knew nor cared for. Katarina reached the outskirts of Prussia in late November 1508, and could already feel the rotting canker at the heart of the Baltic Sea - Lucifer's roots had grown deep in the region, and his corruption was endemic. She would, somewhat reluctantly, have to purge it, lest the Holy Roman Emperor send his Imperial armies to cleanse the lands of heresy and witchcraft, as they had done so in Bohemia in the days of Jan Hus. Then all would be for naught, and the Red Countess would rule over nothing but her own coffin. Therefore, in great secrecy, Katarina returned to Neuhausen and hid, conducting several rituals that Revinskas had taught her in the deep dungeons of the castle, and subsequently taking over control of the army of the dead that her mentor had built for her, and disguise them as living troops. In addition to this, she sent missives to the Margraves of Pomerania and Brandenburg, begging them to help her against this new heresy that threatened the stability of Prussia and threatened to spill over into their own lands. Boguslaw X Gryf agreed to send an army to assist her, and in early 1510, Katarina revealed herself to the Luciferians, storming the nearby town of Neuhausen with her father and his army and slaughtering the local garrison and clergy. Reeling from the shock of her sudden re-appearance, Arch-Priest Grenzer rallied his allies and marched on Castle Neuhausen itself, seeking to cut off this new threat at the head, not counting on the intervention of Duke Boguslaw or the Pomeranian army, which invaded Prussia in April, meeting up with Katarina's forces in May. Later on that month, both the Prussians and Pomeranians marched on the Brotherhood's main base of operations: the castle of Osterode. The Luciferians and Prussian Alliance clashed outside Osterode on the 19th of May, 1510, with both Katarina and Stefan Grenzer present on the field. Grenzer's army of zealots and heretics tried to call upon the dark magics of Lucifer to aid them in the battle, but it was here where Katarina revealed one of her most potent weapons against divine warriors; with a gesture, she cut off the magical powers that Grenzer was summoning to support his allies, and rendered them vulnerable to attack. The Battle of Osterode was a crushing defeat for the Brotherhood - scattered to the winds, and with Grenzer dead, Katarina was able to solidify her hold over her new state with the aid of Boguslaw Gryf. The Pomeranians returned home with a nominal oath of fealty to Boguslaw from Katarina in their hands as recompense for his assistance, but it seems the message was never officially delivered to the Duke - a sore spot for many years to come, and something that would ultimately prove to be her downfall much later.

Though externally, Neuhausen seemed to be safe from any threats, internally, Katarina knew there was much to do. The Red Countess had not yet earned her name, and the Prussian nobility had not yet been made to know the glory of the Blood Kiss... throwing off the disguise of the living, Katarina revealed herself as her true form in 1512, when she re-invoked the old pacts that Revinskas had initially bound to Castle Neuhausen, transforming it from a once-noble fortification to a barracked charnel pit of death and fear - she invited all of the minor nobles and clergymen of her region to a great feast, and once they were inside, she ordered the doors sealed and allowed herself to feast and sate her lust on each one, implanting each with the Blood Kiss in turn. The Feast of the Nobles, as it became known, was Katarina's first true act as Vampire Countess of Neuhausen - she had bent the nobility and the clergymen to obey her every whim, and she sent them forth into the countryside to begin her grand plan of corruption, repression and fear. Slowly, the nobility began to corrupt the very essence of the earth itself, whilst Katarina relaxed in her throne room, supping from an ever-present glass of 'aged red' as she began to read through the ancient tomes that her agents had procured from the Luciferian Brotherhood and from heretical collections that had been condemned by the former clergy. When rumours of witchcraft began to leak out from Neuhausen into the surrounding regions, Katarina ordered her agents to hunt down and eliminate the spreaders, hoping to contain knowledge of the truth of the nobility to only those who were required to know - none could truly learn of the Red Countess and her extravagant manners. At the same time, Katarina began work on what would be her magnum opus of achievements - the construction of the Tower of Spires, a monolithic masterpiece of stone and Gothic architecture, as well as containing one of the largest collections of forbidden lore in Europe. The Tower's construction lasted from 1519 to 1560 (such was the complexity of its design and the difficulty of its building) and it replaced Castle Neuhausen as the centrepiece of Katarina's court. However, Katarina devoted less and less time to her courtiers, and more and more to her expanding library of forbidden knowledge and the arcane arts, in her quest to explore undeath and potentially free herself from the confines of blood and darkness, to spread her wings far and wide into new lands and new pastures.

Chapter 3: The Fall of the Red Reign

TBD

Hero Type (Select one):
Supernatural.

Power Level (Select one below):
World-Level. Katarina once ruled the mightiest vampiric empire the Baltic had ever seen, and though it was lost to the Christian foes of the Empire, she aspires to see herself rise to such levels once more.

Powers:

- Knows English, German, Polish, French and (some) Russian
- Can shift shapes from humanoid to beast (bat swarm) to monstrous (known as the Gheist) forms.
- Superhuman strength.
- Blinding speed and reflexes.
- All of Katarina's abilities can be strengthened when she has fed from one of her unfortunate victims.
- For spells and relics, see below.

Katarina's Spell List - Updated 25/01/18

You Will Serve Me in Death - Any vampire worth their salt can raise the dead. By drawing upon the powers of the necrotic winds about crematoria, graveyards and mortuaries, Katarina can impart unlife upon those thought lost to the world. From graveyards rise zombies and skeletons, from mortuaries zombies of superior quality, and from crematoria, spectral forms gather and take physical form, creating awful creatures such as wights, banshees or ghasts.

Chains of Mortality - Only useable on living targets, Katarina conjures a set of chains that anchor to the living being's soul and render them all but incapable of movement. These chains can be broken by divine or other holy magics, but are all but impervious to mundane attack.

Vigour Mortis - By drawing on local necromantic power, Katarina is able to grant increased strength and stamina, as well as agility to those she casts this spell upon. The targets, however, must either be undead or contain necromantic power of their own - normal humans or living beings cannot benefit from Vigour Mortis.

Die Glocke - The Bell is a haunting, chilling peal that inspires fear in Katarina's foes. At the sound of the Bell, the dead stir and rise, and the living find their life force sucked away from them, leeched in order to feed the restless dead. Those who fail to flee find themselves slowly zombifying, eventually to the point where they, too, fall under Katarina's command.

The Reaping - At Katarina's command, a huge two-bladed axe swings forth from nothing and slices clean through her foes. Mundane protection provides no defence - only the supernatural can defend against the axe's blades. It can be dodged by those with sufficient agility or speed, or precognition, but the aura of necrosis that accompanies the axe will nevertheless cause the constitutions of those nearby to suffer.

Hypnotic Gaze - The most common of Katarina's spells, Hypnotic Gaze is more of an ability than a spell. At Katarina's command, she can enthrall those who look into her eyes and compel them to do her bidding for a short amount of time. Hypnotic Gaze becomes easier to resist the more one is affected by it, until eventually only the next spell will be of any use when attempting to force someone to do Katarina's will.

Mind War - Similar to Hypnotic Gaze, only much more powerful. Katarina's very spirit reaches out and takes hold of the sanity of the afflicted, crushing it utterly with visions of death and decay, and leaving the unfortunate victim open to any and every command that Katarina issues. Sadly, those who are affected by Mind War are left as gibbering, half-sane wrecks, their ability to comprehend reality permanently broken by Katarina's spellcraft, and only able to take commands from her.

Skullstorm - A roiling thunderstorm of pure necrotic energy, Skullstorm takes the form of sickly green clouds that coalesce into a tornado-like structure of screeching skull-like shapes that suck in and devour all life that happens to be nearby. Katarina and her allies are curiously immune to the effects of this spell, but those who are unlucky enough to be sucked into the howling morass find themselves torn limb from limb, as thousands of spectral green skulls sate their hunger on the flesh of those within. Death is almost certain.

Shadow Threads - Katarina can conjure clothes, items or other objects from pure darkness. These items behave exactly as if they were made from mundane materials, except for two things - first, they block all sight through them, even that of a magical nature. Second, the fabric is very resilient to mundane attacks, as even the strongest sword finds itself unable to cut through. This can be used as armour or as a shield by Katarina, and she often conjures shadow threads to protect herself from the sun.

Doom of Neuhausen - The Doom is Katarina's most powerful spell. It transforms whichever celestial body is in the sky into a huge, howling green skull. This skull vomits forth huge clouds of corruptive energy, blanketing the land in pure undeath, killing or withering anything and everything in its path. The very air is noxious to breathe, and those present hear nothing but the screams of the long-dead Prussians who died at Neuhausen Castle all those centuries before, and the cackling of Vytautas Revinskas as his blood-soaked minions drive the living before them like chattel. The Doom can even be harnessed to bring the skull to Earth in a final grotesque explosion of blood, charnel and undead flesh. Not even the holiest of magics can cleanse the corruption of the Doom, and Katarina is loath to use it.

The Liber Necronomica

An ancient tome from 1574-1589, when Katarina first began to write down her magical experiences and codify her spells and contagions into one text, the Liber Necronomica (literally 'Book of the Living Dead') is one of the primary tomes for any aspiring necromancer or elder vampire who has been unleashed on the world. Within its pages are countless rituals ranging from matters such as raising the dead, to turning those who have been bitten by a vampire into their willing servants, to creating plagues to visit upon the unfortunate human denizens of the Earth, to even creating necromantic constructs such as flesh golems, rot golems and so called 'Great Flies' - huge, pustule-ridden flying insects that spread death and disease wherever their cursed wings take them. The Liber Necronomica only currently exists in fragments, and it is Katarina's aim to ultimately restore the ancient book to its former glory, binding its knowledge once more in a single tome of pure undeath.

Fragments Known to Katarina:

Metamorphosis Vitreii - M. Vitreii is an infection that is intended to be used partially as a vector to generate dead to be used in necromantic magic, and partially as a way of making certain areas inhospitable so as to allow a Vampiric population to flourish - as M. Vitreii is necromantic in nature, it does not affect those without constitutions, such as the undead, constructs or those magically immune to necromancy by way of birth, race or enchantment. M. Vitreii is a very versatile disease, and can be tailored to target specific victims, or wreak wholesale general havoc upon a population. However, M. Vitreii is ultimately a disease that dies out over time, despite turning its victims into walking crystalline entities that spew forth clouds of spores that carry M. Vitreii over distances, and therefore is unsuitable for extended operations of biological warfare.

Relics and Raiments of the Red Countess

Thirst: A rapier forged from the coldest blackest iron-rich steel that one ever did see, Thirst was the sword that Vytautas Revinskas had commissioned for Katarina when she had finally succumbed to the Blood Kiss, and transformed into a vampire. Thirst is a truly evil weapon, for it gorges on the vitae of its victims to strengthen Katarina, whilst simultaneously acting as a conduit to gather necromantic energies from the surrounding areas to channel them into Kat's own reserves of magical energy. Thirst has claimed too many lives to count, spilled too much blood to be truly sated - the weapon is said to have a soul of its own, formed from the nameless, faceless hundreds slaughtered to quench the Red Countess' lust for power. It was the only relic to survive the Fall with Katarina, and she wields the horrific blade to this day.

The Ruby Chalice: A golden chalice studded with glowing rubies may not look hugely out of place in any castle, were it not for the contents. An ever-fresh supply of blood pools within the Ruby Chalice seemingly from nowhere, but the truth of the matter is perhaps darker than one may realise, for within the rubies of the Chalice are trapped the life-forces of Vytautas Revinskas, the Graf and Grafin von Reisech, and Katarina's first and only (so far) consort, Andreas von Reisech, a vampire she sired during the early years of her reign. By far the most heinous usage is that of Katarina's own parents - binding their vitae to eternal torment and damnation, caged within a ruby prison to feed their daughter's endless thirst for blood. The Ruby Chalice renders Katarina able to operate without feeding on humans - indeed, perhaps it strengthens her, for the rich supply of blood is of far superior quality than any mortal could hope to have achieved.

The Ring of Iron: A blackened, cold iron ring, with a single jet gemstone carved into the shape of a skull. The Ring of Iron is an unremarkable object, but one that pulses with great power - for the Ring of Iron forms part of Katarina's fallback defence should her own magical offence be compromised. It forms a protective force field of unholy magics that turn aside all but the holiest and most blessed spellcasting - only Sir Henry of the Order of the Grail has been able to penetrate the Ring of Iron's black sorcery. The source of the Ring's power lay in the Reservoir of the Tower, a structure built into the Tower of Spires during its construction, and which required the exsanguination of some 300 fully-grown humans to fill to its entirety. There, the Reservoir acted as a energy dam, coalescing raw necromantic energy from the surrounding areas and allowing it to be used piecemeal in the forging and construction of magical items and spells. The Reservoir was destroyed in the collapse of the Tower of Spires following Katarina's defeat in 1610, and the Ring, like all relics save for Thirst, was lost.

The Masque: The Masque was one of Katarina's most interesting and strangest accoutrements. The Masque itself appears to be a black iron theatre mask, similar in style to old thespian-style masks used in theatres across the world. The Masque's true purpose is actually as a perfect disguise - it transforms Katarina's physical appearance into an exact replica of any person that she wishes. The Masque in Katarina's reign allowed her to blend in with non-vampiric nobility and clergy in particular, for it also masks Katarina's vampiric energies. The Masque cannot be worn forever, though, for flaws eventually begin to appear in the Masque's illusions - no dream lasts forever. Eventually, the illusion fails, but this may take as long as two to three weeks, if not longer.

The Heart of Darkness: The Heart of Darkness is without doubt the most powerful of Katarina's relics and raiments crafted during her Red Reign. It is a jet-black scarab of unknown material, surrounded in gold, worn around the neck on a golden necklace. The Heart of Darkness is impervious to all known methods of damage, and confers a black sorcerous magic field that encases the wearer in a thin layer of shadow thread, which deflects almost all known forms of attack, save for perhaps the water of the Grail itself. In addition, the Heart of Darkness also acts as a soul trap for those slain by the wearer, vastly reducing the quantity of magical energy required to cast necromantic spells. The Heart of Darkness was manufactured in the last days of Katarina's reign, as a last-ditch weapon designed to turn the tide of the Great Crusade against Neuhausen, but alas, it failed. The Heart was lost, and was never seen again. But such was the complexity and resilience of its construction, that it is almost a certainty that it survives to this day.

Attributes (Select one at each category):
As Katarina:

Height: Five feet and eleven inches.
Weight: 148 pounds, or 67.1 kg.
Strength Level: About 10 to 20 tons at maximum humanoid strength
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH at maximum reflexes
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: About 4 hours per feeding
Agility: 15X Normal
Intelligence: Not quite Genius, though she plays the long game...
Fighting Skill: Mastered. The Red Countess is a vicious and powerful fighter, particularly with her rapier.

As the Gheist:

Height: Well over ten feet tall from feet to head, including wings possibly as many as 15 ft
Weight: Unknown, possibly as much as two and half tons
Strength Level: Between 70-80 tons comfortably
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 80-90 MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: About 4 hours per feeding
Agility: Slightly slower than humanoid, perhaps about 12-13X that of a human
Intelligence: The Red Countess maintains her intelligence level, even as a Gheist.
Fighting Skill: Mastered. Bestial, bloody and brutal, Katarina as a Gheist can rip through whole squads of men all by herself.

Resources:
Limited at best currently. Katarina is slowly returning to power, and lacks much of her repertoire and her infrastructure, including her library of ancient tomes. Katarina currently has herself, her power and that's about it.

Weaknesses:
Though a Vampire, Katarina is still susceptible to physical damage and if her mortal form is destroyed, she will flee back to Neuhausen as the proverbial mist to regenerate. Depending on her level of power, this can take any time between minutes and weeks, during which time she is still vulnerable to her coffin being attacked and destroyed, which will kill her. None but the most powerful gods can save her undead soul after that. Katarina is still vulnerable to the sun and will suffer very serious consequences in direct sunlight, though she can somewhat tolerate overcast conditions due to her power. Christians beware, however, for she is no stranger to the symbols of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Some say it is because of her Prussian heritage, others that even God has a plan in mind for her, others still that her latent atheism protects her, but whatever the reason, crosses and religious artefacts will not stop Katarina.

Supporting Characters:

- Lord Franz Siegfried Philipp Ludwig von Sigmaringen, Katarina's ally and vampire of Swabia. Franz Siegfried has been Katarina's constant companion since early in her reign, and accompanied her as she fled into the catacombs of the Tower of Spires. Weaker and bent to Katarina's will, Franz Siegfried is nevertheless a potent physical adversary in battle, though he lacks much of Katarina's power. Currently is unaware of Katarina's re-awakening.

- Benjamin Reeves: A werewolf that Katarina met during her brief sojourn in New York City. Katarina was instantly charmed by his mild manner and physical appearance, and has inwardly vowed to protect him from all danger as best she can. The two of them have formed an unlikely alliance, and possibly even more.

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Theme Song: Katarina, The Red Countess

Notes on the 'Blood Kiss'

The Blood Kiss is the von Reisech terminology for their bite. Anathema to mortality, the Blood Kiss can be utilised in several ways.

The primary, and most commonly thought of, method is the Transformation - the vampire injects the victim with a tiny quantity of their own blood through their fangs, which causes a devastating blood disease which invariably kills the victim, allowing their full transformation into a true vampire - how Katarina was turned.

For those the vampire wishes to keep around as slaves, the Blood Kiss is a simple bite. With the bite, the vampire casts a spell upon the victim, which enslaves and breaks the victim's will and allows the vampire to use the victim as a mobile blood bank, or vampire cattle, if one uses the definition from The Elder Scrolls. However, the Blood Kiss nevertheless slowly corrupts the victim over time, and eventually transforms the victim into something known as an 'Empty' - a hollow corpse that is almost akin to a zombie, only much faster and more bestial.

A third way is the manner that Franz was turned, in that the vampire's bite causes limited vampirism from the vampire's saliva. This creates a creature known to the von Reisechs as a 'Servant of Darkness' - neither human nor vampire. Blessed with the lesser powers common to all vampires, and yet still eligible for feeding, the Servants of Darkness are the von Reisechs' primary agents in the field. They require human blood for true sustenance, though they are capable of limited sustenance from mortal foodstuffs or animal blood.

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It had been almost four hundred years since her Fall. Four hundred years of suffering, slow regeneration and isolation from the world in her coffin. The surface-dwellers, the living, the mortals above - all thought that she was dead, that the Red Countess was perhaps never anything more than a myth, a legend that lived only in folk tales from Prussia. Four hundred years of archaeological digs had failed to unearth her, and so she was allowed to rest in peace... until now. The magics and balance of the world had changed, with the rise of the superheroes and supervillains, and the age of metahumanity had begun. From deep within the bowels of an abandoned ruin, a coffin stirred and slowly came to life, as a dull red glow surrounded it from within.

The Red Countess awakes from her torpor.

Katarina staggered forward and fell to the dusty stone floor, the coffin lid falling to one side and the ashes of her once-sumptuous attire swirling about her in a mockery of her old status and power, brought down by Sigismund Vasa, the Polish bastard. She could feel her old wounds aggravating her, and she thirsted... by God, she thirsted. Her energy levels were such that even opening her eyes felt an unimaginable task, let alone standing up. She lay on the cold stone for what felt like an eternity, before slowly, and painfully, she reached out a nailed hand and tried to drag herself forward, finding no strength in her tired and blood-starved muscles; despite her best efforts, she remained stubbornly immobile, her rage increasing, until finally, her will snapped and she screamed as loud as she could in pathetic defiance of her condition. She found herself practically unable to move from lack of energy, and had anyone been aware of her... they could have ended her right there and then. However, there was only one who was with her - Franz Siegfried, the man who stood by her as her world burned, as her whole dreams were cast down and shattered, as her lands were slaughtered and devastated. And now, it was he who stood above her, looking down, a broad, fanged smile on his face, with a hand extended to help her back to her feet. "Katarina, my sweet love... it has been a long time. "

Her arms protested as she slowly crawled over to his closest leg and gripped it tightly, using his clothes and frame as a structural aid as she slowly crawled to her feet. "Franz... please... help me... let me feed." Her throat was dry, her voice cracking with the strain, but Franz smiled, nodded and proceeded to open up his neck, allowing Katarina to sink her fangs into his throat and drink deeply of his tainted blood, infected as he was by a fragment of Katarina's power. She gasped involuntarily as power began to course through her torpid veins and her old strength returned to her. She withdrew her fangs as Franz staggered back, holding a hand to the bite wound, and she wiped her mouth with her hand. "Thank you. I knew you would come to save me from my torpor one day, Franz. Perhaps there is hope for us yet... hope for Neuhausen. Hope for the Tower. Hope for us to rebuild what we had. Our empire. Our future. Our... our love." Katarina looked over at a glass display case where Franz had laid out her most treasured outfit of luxurious fabrics and leather, as well as her fabled sword, Black Sun. She walked over to the case and smashed through the glass with but a light punch, and took hold of her new clothes and her sword. Dressing herself, she sheathed her sword and turned back to Franz, who looked upon her with adoring eyes, as ever.

"Franz... We have much to do. We must find allies, resources, power, and we must find it elsewhere. We could escape our foes in the New World... And there we could build up our empire with which to strike back at the hated Church, strike back at those who wronged us! Those who envied our power, our glory!The Poles, the Germans, the Lithuanians... they all will die at my hand! Let the world know... The Red Countess returneth!"

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Character you have created:
Chorąży Kseniya Stanisława Zielinska

Alias:
RUBIS (French for the gemstone 'ruby')

Speech Color:
#ED145B

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Known to some, but mostly 'secret-ish' in the United States. Those with sufficient intelligence clearance could be able to find out who she is by consulting with Polish intelligence networks.

Physical Image:

Taken approximately 15 years ago. Rubis, or Kseniya as she is known by to those close to her, seems not to age. This is no mere compliment - she claims she is just as strong, fit and healthy as she was as a young woman first joining the Polish People's Army in 1985. Biological analysis has proven impossible to prove this, but she most definitely doesn't *look* 50.

Description & Personality:
Kseniya takes no shit. From anyone. She's a fearless veteran with plenty of military experience under her belt, including brief stints in combat with the Polish Army and the French Foreign Legion. She's a hard-bitten woman, and her age sometimes shows in her demeanour, seeing those younger than her as childish and irresponsible, particularly those new to the 'superhero' malarkey - such an attitude is perhaps unsurprising for someone with almost 30 years of armed service behind her. Her English is slightly clipped and spoken with a Polish accent, though it has improved since her sojourn to the United States began. She is slow to trust and slower to befriend, preferring to keep others at a respectful arm's distance, but she will not hesitate to speak her mind. If it's stupid, she'll say so. If it's wildly out of proportion, she'll say so. In combat, Kseniya is a commanding presence, whose voice rises above even the din of combat to yell orders to those under her charge. She is a disciplined, demanding squad leader, though she will never order one of her own subordinates to do anything she herself would not consider.

Origin Info/Details:
Born on the 14th of September, 1968, Kseniya Zielinska is the eldest of three children by Viktor, a career soldier in the Polish People's Army, and Krystyna, a largely self-made woman who ran a successful launderette in downtown Warszawa. Her upbringing was perhaps much different to those used to Western comforts - food queues were a common occurrence, as the Polish economy, despite several attempts at liberalisation, was slowly being ground down to support the struggling Soviet economy. (WIP)

Hero Type:
Brick

Power Level:
High Street Level/Low City Level - though she's no slouch, she's only one woman. Though a one-woman army.

Powers:

The Immovable Object - Pretty much does what it says on the tin. Rubis is, for all intents and purposes, physically indestructible. She is immune to physical injury caused by significant emotional events such as, but not limited to, being shot, being stabbed, being gassed, and being submerged in water/boiling oil/molten metal and rock. She is not limited by the vagaries of age, disease or any such other damaging source or substance. However, she is still subject to the laws of physics - blast her in the chest with a shotgun, and she will go flying. She'll also be quite angry, so you'd better have a Plan B to restrain or subdue her when you realise that your little gun isn't going to stop this Polish juggernaut.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Date of Birth: September 14th, 1968
Height: Five feet and ten inches (177.8 cm)
Weight: Twelve and a half stone (79.37 kg)
Strength Level: Above Human (but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Effectively limitless
Agility: Human
Intelligence: Above Average
Fighting Skill: Mastered. As a veteran of 30 years, I'd hope so.

Resources:
Medium. As a veteran of over 30 years' service, Kseniya has amassed quite the small fortune, due to her service in the Soviet Bloc being more lucrative due to her status. She has most of her cash invested in several bank accounts in Poland, Switzerland and Sweden, though she prefers to keep a sizeable sum of money on hand in case of 'emergencies'. Her estimated net worth is approximately €650,000 in her bank accounts alone, with another €75-€100,000 on hand immediately. However, given most of her arms trades are with the black market, such monetary reserves are not inexhaustible.

Weaknesses:
Rubis is not invincible to non-mundane forms of assault. She can be affected by psychic attacks and abilities targeting her mental health, though as a veteran of 30 years, she is quite hardened to horror, and she is strong-willed. She's also just one person. Surround her, capture her and restrain her. She might be immune to bullets, but she's still just a person, though perhaps stronger than one might expect, given how she can use her muscular structure to its fullest extent.

Supporting Characters - Family, Friends and Acquaintances

Pułkownik Viktor Zielinski, 64, M, Father - Resident of Warszawa. Colonel in the Polish Land Forces.
Krystyna Zielinska, 60, F, Mother - Resident of Warszawa. Retired launderette owner.
Jozef Zielinski, 44, M, Brother - Resident of Warszawa. Investment banker. Helps Kseniya with her financial matters.
Jan Zielinski, 40, M, Brother - Resident of Kolobrzeg. Fisherman in the Baltic Sea.
Jean Duchene, 54, M, Family Friend - Resident of Lost Haven. Retired Capitaine in the French Foreign Legion.
Charles Lerroux/Konstantin Tchorzewski, 51, M, Family Friend - Resident of Paris. Retired soldier, FFL/Polish Land Forces.
Caporal-Chef Arielle Francoise Lerroux - 19, F, Friend - Resident of Toulouse. Soldier, French Army.

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Nicole "Nicky" MacNamara

Character you have created: Nicole MacNamara
Alias: Walker
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Azure F0FFFF
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret, trying to keep it that way

Character Personality:
Nicole is a scrapper, born and bred in the rough neighbourhoods of Hell's Kitchen to a poor family of workers. She knows life is tough, sometimes overwhelmingly so, but she battles on because really, what other choice do you have? She tries to maintain a positive attitude and see the good in the world, but the past three months have not been kind to her, and it's starting to wear pretty hard. It doesn't help that her hormones are raging about, and not showing any signs of cutting back soon.
There are many things that aggravate Nicole, and those fluctuate day to day. But several things drive her at this point. She thirsts, desires like nothing else she's known before, to satisfy her sense of justice. She knows gangs are horrible, and senseless violence bad, but otherwise her sense of justice is entirely based out of what her working-class father managed to teach her, mainly that 'hard work's rewarded, and good prevails'. She is somewhat arbitrary in what she believes might be just or not, and, for example, will happily smash a man in the face for shoplifting. In short, her responses will most likely be physically violent, and sometimes not proportional.
She has found over the last couple of months that she generally enjoys fighting, which is probably not going to endear her to her idol. Also on her list of not-so-heroic traits: She has no problems stealing to live, though not from the poor. Sneaking her way into places, killing those she thinks deserve it, fighting with the police if they try and take her in; None of this is beyond her. She will do anything to achieve her goals.

Uniform/costume:

My Hider

Jacket:

Pants:

Boots:

Add a black bandana across her lower face, blackened goggles, and a baseball cap.

Obviously, once she starts heroing, this should change, but this is all she can get for a disguise for now.

Origin Info/Details: Nicole grew up the youngest of three girls born to a poor electrician and his wife in Hell's Kitchen. She had, as far as she could tell, everything she wanted from life, even if she didn't necessarily eat every night and never got to see parks. But she was happy, and tha was important. She did...okay in school, though she was neither exceptional nor all that motivated. Early on, she got the bug to read her older sisters comics books, and when her mom taught her about Lady Liberty, she was fascinated. She grew up thinking that the only thing she wanted to do was to be a superhero. She got her wish in the most horrific way she could imagine.
She missed the news broadcasts warning that Pax MetaHumana was coming, and Nicole was busy bringing groceries back to her house when she had to take cover from a gang fight that broke out nearly on her tenement building's front step. As she crouched, waiting for everything to calm down at least long enough for her to get inside, the crackling green energy washed over her street, and for just a moment, she knew everything. Just as quickly, that knowledge and her memory of it was gone, and she was left feeling slightly nauseous. Trying to figure out what was going on, she peeked up over the dumpster she had taken cover behind. Which was when the street exploded.
Later, she pieced together what had happened. Apparently, one of the combatants near her had gained the ability to explode forward and detonate like a rocket, somehow without taking damage. One of the opposing folks had developed lightning powers, and a host of minor physical abilities may have occurred on both sides. All Nicole knew at the time was that the dumpster had launched into her in a cloud of flying debris, launching her through the brick wall behind her, and everything went dark as a corner of the building collapsed onto her.
Her parents were both killed in the building's collapse, and one of her sisters was killed by fighting in the streets during the mass panic that occurred. When she woke up and found out what happened, Nicole nearly lost her mind then and there. But the news broadcasts in the area included mentions of the heroes fighting to stop what had killed her family, and somewhere deep down, her mind latched on to the hero Icon as the one who stopped it from happening to any further cities, despite the reality of it being a whole confederation of heroes. She spent several days learning what she could about him, and then, grabbing some gear to keep herself hidden so she didn't get taken in as a runaway, she began the long trek to Lost Haven. She aims to become his apprentice, or at least learn how to hero, and stop things like the Pax Metahumana event from ever destroying another family. Since she is underage, she has had to make her way to the city on foot

Hero Type (Select one): Brick

Power Level (Select one below): Street
Powers (Be Specific):

Set Adrift: Nicole is caught outside of time, temporally unset. Her position in time varies greatly, so much so that, using the "Trousers of Time" or branching dimensions explanation of Multiverse Theory, she exists as the same person in all possible universes, though not physically, because all of those incarnations of her exists at the same point in time, the present. Mentally and spiritually, she is normal, but anything that attempts to affect her physically would have to affect her for all of time, all at once.
Effectively, she is conventionally invulnerable. Kinetic impacts, energy, poisons; nothing can affect her for her entire existence at the moment it happens, and thus is negated entirely, not even capable of breaking the surface of her skin. This also means nothing can change her body from the point she was temporally destabilised. She cannot starve, cannot suffocate, and will not age. Her muscles cannot be damaged, so she enjoys a slight increase of strength over average humans, and can lift more than she should be able to because she doesn't have to fear bone breakage or soft tissue rupture.
Oddly, this does not affect her memory like it logically should, and neural pathways can still form, though only in her brain(see below about muscle memory). She is also slowly losing any sort of fear, due to her complete inability to encounter things that cause her pain. That could change, given what she might face off against later.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'4”
Weight: 127 lbs
Strength Level: Above Human, but not normal meta levels
(Her only augment to strength is not suffering muscle,tendon, or bone damage)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Effectively limitless
Agility: Normal human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal
Weaknesses:

She does not age. She is fifteen. While she might enjoy immortality for a little bit, she will never be physically an adult. She will never be taken seriously as an adult. And she is permanently in the final stages of puberty, unable to ever escape the ravages of hormonal fluctuations.
Anything that ignores one's temporal position can affect her as per normal. This means she is susceptible to magical enchantment, psionics, having her soul ripped out, and other things like that. Directly damaging magic, such as hurling a fireball at her, however, still has no effect. Theoretically,if one could do enough damage to affect her for all of time, one could wear down her physical defenses and damage her, but in practise this would be almost impossible except for extremely powerful speedsters.
She isn't all that bright, and as a fifteen year old is convinced that she knows exactly how the world works, despite any evidence that other people might know more than her(with the exception of Icon). While that might change a little over time, it will never completely go away.
Despite being undamageable, she is still subject to all of the other normal physics a one hundred and twenty-pound girl might face. She can be buried in rubble and rendered immobile, launched into space to adrift forever, sunk to the bottom of the ocean, tied up, etc. Her natural strength can only go so far.
Speaking of strength, her unchanging body comes with a curse. She was somewhat strong for her age due to some sports training, but she while she will never suffer muscle degradation, she will never gain muscle mass, either. No matter how much she might need out of her muscles, they will never grow any stronger. She will never get any more flexible, never get any faster, never gain muscle memory for martial training.
Being undamageable has some psychological effects, as well. Nicole is completely reckless, having no concern at all for tactics, delicate situations, or really anything beyond completing her task. She also has a tendency to forget what might hurt or kill normal people.
If anything should infect her somehow, while she would be immune to ill effects, she is the perfect carrier for disease. And no known medical test can possibly work on her, returning nothing but errors or blank screens, needles unable to puncture her skin, etc. Though she can produce saliva, so that's something.
She has no sense of internal timing anymore, saving for those reflexes needed for combat. So while she can time and dodge a punch if she needed to, she is constantly late, having no idea what time it might be even from moment to moment. This effect of her displacement also causes her vision to be slightly blurred in a way no corrective lenses can correct, as her eyes see everything both slightly ahead and behind of its actual position in the present.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?): Her sister Alice is missing and presumed dead. Everyone else is dead, and as she is also presumed dead, no one is looking for her at the moment.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Think I got it down, now.

Berenice the Siren

Character you have created: Berenice
Alias: Siren, Harpy, Bird-lady, assorted other nicknames.

Speech Color: 82ca9d

Character Alignment: Hero(mostly)
Identity: Known, as that's how she introduces herself.

Character Personality:
Berenice would like to be a good person. Trouble with that is that she doesn't know what exactly constitutes a "good" person yet, and just goes by instinct. In fact, much of her thought process is still instinctual. She has the drive to help others in need, but can get in the way because she's not completely aware of what might be the most effective way to go about that goal. She likes children, will defend the helpless, and in general could be described as helpful, but there are some quirks in there. She doesn't understand the concept of pets, and as a carnivore will happily eat a cat, dog, or other small, furry thing, right up until someone tells her it's wrong. She is inquisitive, somewhat bothersome about it, much like a child who asks repeated questions about things because she is, in essence, at a child's level of understanding the world. Her speech is peppered with chirps and other bird noises. She is very magpie like, and will steal shiny objects regardless of intrinsic value. Those few people she has met that she likes enough, she will include in her "flock", and tends to gift them stolen objects and dead animals, at least until they refuse those gifts. She will keep trying until she finds something they like. She also has an annoying habit of trying to perch on those people.

She has no built in moral compass, really, and has had to develop one as she learns. Since her first real contact with the outside world was children in a poor neighbourhood of West Lost Haven, who had already had contact with strange things and were unlikely to run from a non-hostile bird woman, she has found ample reason to copy and learn from them, so she has become playful, energetic, and rather open-minded. The local parents, having yet to meet the "Bird Lady", have been operating under the assumption that the kids have come up with a community imaginary friend or mascot, and both parties are likely in for a surprise when then meet each other, with variable effects on Berenice's psyche depending on how they react to her presence.

Uniform/costume: Berenice is just coming to grips with the concept of modesty, so designing a uniform is kind of beyond her. She typically wears very loose-fitting, light tank tops cut to allow her wings, and a sort of draped loincloth over her waist. Other than that, she doesn't own much.

A good approximation of her looks, though her plumage goes all the way up to her navel from her talons and she has a fanned tail like a hawk's:

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Origin Info/Details: Berenice is the result of a sorcerer trying to channel ancient Greek magic to create a servant for himself. After researching quite a number of possibilities, he decided to try and make a combination of harpy and siren. Gathering what he thought were the correct materials, including several live birds, a female human singer, spell reagents both ancient and modern, and a good bit of raw magic, he focused his mind and cast the almost correct enchantment. Berenice was created, but the resulting backlash of energy blew the unlucky wizard apart and caused a psychic reverberation that destroyed the built-in purpose of serving him in his creation's mind. The only remaining vestige of that is the (incomplete) knowledge of the English language and her name.

The newly born siren meandered about for a bit, fully formed in an adult and with all her instincts in sharp relief, but with no one to tell her what the world she was born into was like, she has had to figure it out on her own. The mage's lair, a shack built on a rocky promontory just west of Lost Haven, was torn asunder by her creation, but she has converted it into a ramshackle nest and hunts and explores from there. Local neighbourhoods would most likely have begun reporting her appearances, were it not for more spectacular displays that regularly happen in and around the city, though curious people could easily find newspaper articles. When she can get away with it, she has begun playing with local children in parks.

She has also begun experimenting with her mystic powers, which are not developed much yet as she has had no formal education. This has, in addition to acting like a sort of beacon letting people with the right senses know there's an inexperienced spell-caster in the area, caused a number of odd phenomenon near her nest, including a sudden increase in non-native plant growth and a growing numbers of people wandering in the area to have memory loss.

Eventually Berenice will probably grow to be a force for good, but for the moment, she is very much in a precarious state, given the wrong influences or experiences, she could very easily become more like the sirens of ancient legend, cruelly luring people to their doom for her own amusement and feeding. This was actually originally the purpose she was created for, and the seed still remains, even if only as a subconscious trigger point for now.

Hero Type: Supernatural/mystic
Power Level: City level
Powers:

BIIIRDDD GIIIIIRLLL

-Magic use: Berenice can, through effort and practise, cause changes in the natural world through the use of mystic forces. These changes include accelerated or decelerated plant growth, attraction and captivation of animals, localised climate variation to make herself more comfortable(very small area of only a few acres), and bewitching weak-willed people into helping her. In addition to those in-born magics, she can learn and utilise written forms of incantations and cast runes and other wards, though she doesn't know any and has no access to them.

-The Siren's Song: Just like those legendary beasts, Berenice can use her voice to captivate those around her. Within a clearly audible range(between 100 and 500 feet, depending on local variables), those hearing her sing become entranced with her, wanting nothing more than to help her and defend her, or even just be near her. While this is a magical, psychic effect, it does not give her control over them, save that most of those bewitched in such away would desire to appease her and grant her requests. This will not cause anyone to do anything they wouldn't normally do, nor does it grant them any sort of abilities they wouldn't normally have. For example, while some carpenter would be more than happy to build a house for her, he could not do the plumbing for it, nor would he turn his hammer and go kill someone for her. A poet would write her a sonnet, but could not suddenly play guitar or use a gun unless he already had those skills.

-Harpy's Scream: As another use of her voice, Berenice can scream. This is extremely loud, noticeable from miles away, and sounds like a hunting hawk's cry. It hits in a flared cone area in front of her, spreading out as the sound waves dissipate and getting progressively less effective the further one is.
At point blank range, up to twenty feet, the combination of sound waves, magic, and wind power create a concussive force capable of breaking bones, stripping air from lungs, and outright killing normal creatures with no defenses. Even those with some survivability will experience hearing damage, burst blood vessels in vulnerable area like the eyeballs and sinus cavity, difficulty breathing, and gale force winds
Between twenty and fifty feet, ear-drums are ruptured without protection and the sound levels can induce unconsciousness, while the magic levels may actually cause temporary psychosis or delusional confusion, as well as being pushed back by force of wind
Between fifty and a hundred feet, the sound levels can cause temporary deafness without protection, and magic effects include dizziness, loss of balance, nausea, and can still knock flying victims out of the air
Between one hundred and two hundred feet, all other sounds are cancelled out, and the decibel level can still cause swift headaches without protection. Magic effects are minimal at this range, though flight can still be disrupted by the wind energy created.
Beyond two hundred feet, this is just an exceptionally loud scream.

This scream will affect any creature that can hear and has no magical defenses against it.

Berenice can keep screaming for astonishing periods of time, up to two minutes with no difficulty. If she goes longer than four minutes, she risks damaging her vocal chords, and after five minutes she can no longer hold the scream and stops, rendering her mute for twenty-four to forty-eight hours while her throat repairs itself.

-Flight: Having wings that are mildly magically powered grants her the ability to fly, even if physics says something of her weight couldn't really get off the ground. As an intrinsic magic, this cannot be dispelled or otherwise turned off unless Berenice is killed, though tying or otherwise binding her wings will still ground her.

-Natural weapons: Berenice's talons are wicked things, easily as capable of piercing flesh as any other raptor might be. Owing to her size, they are around the same claw length and configuration as an osprey, though her grip strength is actually slightly better. They are also well built for both perching or standing on the ground.

-Psychic Immunity: As a magically constructed being of legend with her own pseudo-psychic abilities, Berenice is immune to psychic intrusions of any sort, except those of cosmic or infernal beings. Anyone attempting to read or invade her mind is psychically deafened by birdsong that interrupts all other thought, a cacophony that includes calls of everything from seagulls and crows to parrots and swallows. This assault ceases once they break contact, though it may be disorienting to unsuspecting people just scanning everyone in an area.

-Inheritance: Berenice has some of the natural abilities of the birds used in her creation. She has fairly water-proofed feathers, though she cannot dive like a tern. She can imitate the natural calls of any sea bird, black bird(crows, magpies, ravens, etc), song bird, or raptor. She can dive like a hawk, and has the equivalent level of eyesight. And she can maneuver quite well for her size, moving gracefully like a swallow even if she can't quite change direction as fast because of her inertial force. Her plumage is very hunting-oriented, white on the legs and under the wings, brown black and gold on the tops of her wings and tail. She is capable of subsisting on anything from tidbits of food garbage and week old roadkill to fruits and fresh fish, obviously preferring the latter options. While she has no beak, her teeth are very sharp, and she has only minuscule set of molars, but a triple set of canines and very sharp incisors.

Attributes:

Height: 4'1" (124 cm) normally, but if splayed out completely she's around 5'11" (180 cm)
Weight: 96 lbs (43.5 kg)
Wingspan: 12 feet(3.6 metres)

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Lower than normal walking(awkward), 40 mph flight
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours
Agility: Below human normal on ground, 5x in the air
Intelligence: Normal human(but uneducated)
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses:

Weak bits

Inexperience is the greatest killer, this holds doubly true for Berenice. While she has the fundamental skills to hunt and fish for herself, she has no formal combat training, and lacks even a basic understanding of most weaponry, having never been exposed to it. This means she will not dodge out of the way of guns pointed at her, though swinging a sword is generally a universal sign of hostility. This translates further than combat, however, and into social areas. She does not understand any normal human social cues of facial expressions. Scowling at her to show displeasure or trying to otherwise use subtle hints of anything will have no effect. Much like a trademarked character fro Guardians, she has no concept of subtleties in speech either, and takes everything quite literally, which can lead to a myriad of errors. This is obviously eventually going to stop effecting her through time.

What won't go away, even with hard training, is her strong tendency to distracted-ness. While just waving a shiny object may work in short term until she gets more combat experience, any sort of reflective surface can actually cause her to lose track of what she's doing, a hold-over from the spell used to create her. Her creator originally intended to keep her captivated with a silver mirror when he didn't need her doing something, and while she can break away from normal glass mirrors with some effort, silver mirrors will still hold her fast until removed from her sight. This will be doubly difficult, as she will follow the mirror, trying to stay within arm's length of it and stare into it, until such a time as it is covered or destroyed. Even a shard can do this. Thankfully, this isn't something even she can articulate, and the sourcerer's notes were destroyed, but experimentation could reveal this.
Music, oddly, can also entrance her, though not to the same extent. While it won't pull her out of combat, playing any sort of rhythmic music will cause her to lose track of time and just sing or hum along, especially wood winds and harp or bowed strings. She'll snap out of it only when someone actively tells her to get a move on, or she gets hungry enough.

Berenice has absolutely no defenses against cosmic creatures, and will have to fight them using her own talons, weapons, and magic. Olympian "gods", especially Poseidon, Aphrodite, and Zeus, can command her unrelenting obedience, as they are from her "pantheon".

Despite being made of magic, Berenice is a flesh and blood creature, and can be hurt by any and all conventional means. Guns, knives, punches, being hit with a car, etc. If she knew spells for it that could change, but she is not naturally armoured in any way, form, or fashion, with the notable exceptions of having a solid skeletal structure unlike most avians, and the hardened plates of her talons.

Berenice has all of the normal mobility limitations of birds. She can't really walk, having to resort instead the the rolling, hopping gait most birds do when on the ground. This is awkward to move about with, and she is easily caught off balance when landed. Perching doesn't cause nearly as many problems. Taking off from the ground requires several beats and hops to get moving enough, and is much easier from a high place.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While not having direct knowledge of her, her creator's teacher is very interested in finding out what the hell happened to his student. He is an exceptional magic user, but the student was studying by himself at an undisclosed-to-his-master location, and the man is having no easy time finding the place.
The singer used as a sacrifice for the spell that created Berenice can still be seen in her face. Her mind and personality are gone, but any of her former friends, family, or associates will be able to recognise her face if they see her. Attempts to bring back the "real" girl will be useless, but it'll probably cause no ends of problems. The police are also interested in the reported disappearance, investigation of which has yielded evidence of kidnapping and trace amounts of magic. The detective in charge of her case in George Owens, LHPD Missing Persons Unit.

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Detective George Owens was not having the best night of his career, though he did have to be thankful that these people were at least more rational than most he saw when working missing persons cases. Looking across the interview table, he took them in again, in more detail than he had when they had first approached his desk. They were obviously young, a male and female in their very early twenties. The guy had a short mohawk that he had left down for the day, though the vibrant pink was defintely still distracting. The girl had a pixie cut in vivid blue, and Owens had already mentally filed them as "The Bubblegum Kids". Both had a multitude of piercings and wore torn up jeans and t-shirts declaring some quite rude things about authority figures, which did nothing to endear them to him. According to his notes, they were from a band in Portland known as "Raccoon's Stank", apparently some two-piece punk outfit.
"So," he said, pondering the evidence so far. "While you two had some hostile interactions with Ms. Graves, you say no one ever got violent?"
The girl nodded. "Yeah, she was always super bitchy about our music, y'know? Always actin' all superior an' shit. But we always just yelled at each other." The boy grinned. "There were some things I woulda liked ta do, but they weren't violent, y'know?"
Owens repressed a shudder. Creepy little kids. "Neither of you happen to know of anyone she might have ticked off, made enemies with? She didn't appear to have powers, right?"
The boy shrugged this time. "Not that I know of, man. She acted all Stevie Nicks, so I dunno how many people she mighta pissed off. As far as I know everyone here's freaks, but I never saw her do anything weird."
"Alright, thanks for your time. See the desk sergeant if you need anything." Owens got up, let them out of the interview room, and made his way back to his desk. Slouching into his chair, he flipped open the case file and sighed. he picture of the victim was fairly good, a recent picture of a girl with a long and pointed chin, arched eyebrows, and a cheery smile under a dainty nose, all framed with wavy golden brown hair. He hated cases like this. On the surface it was a clear-cut break in, with signs of a struggle everywhere. Couch flipped over, glass from picture frames over the floor, door busted in despite the deadbolt. But then the Sniffer had caught whiff of magic and everything went topsy-turvy.
Normally, he'd call it as a kidnapping with purpose for either human trafficking or some sick bastard doing the usual assault stuff, but magic made everything more complicated. The Mystics Unit detective had thrown all sorts of terms at him he didn't understand and had cleared everyone out while they got a "signature", but that had come up empty. Trace elements told them that some sort of enchantment and necromancy had taken place, but matched no known profile, so that was mostly a dead end. While the were following leads, their office was swamped almost as bad as the Meta-Crimes Department, so who even knew when they'd get back to him with something he could go on?
In the mean time, he had had to make the most traumatic call in any of these cases, the dreaded next-of-kin notification. After the usual hysterics, the parents had calmed down enough to give him relevant information. The victim, one Gloria Julianne Addams, age nineteen, had worked as a waitress locally while going through music school, and was a sophomore at the local community college and performed as a singer in a garage band that did some shows in the local region, though was nowhere near big enough for an obsessed fan theory. Both workplace and school had only turned up mild leads which went nowhere, and the band members were genuinely devastated to learn of their vocalist's disappearance. Leaving Owens with nothing to work with.
He was tired of this sort of crap. He had considered transferring to another unit, he thought idly as he scratched his chin and stared at a photo of a bar. But honestly, he enjoyed the occasional big win when they found and rescued someone, rare as it was. And that right there sparked the slight hint of recognition in his mind. There, in the photograph, was a mage. The photo was taken from behind the band during one of their performances at a local dive bar, out into the crowd, and there in the lower left corner halfway into the crowd was a face he recognised from a couple of other similar case files. He stood out of his chair and shuffled his coat on awkwardly, keeping a grip on the photo and not moving it from his view, memorising every detail of the bastard's face, a sallow and waxy looking man of maybe late thirties. Got you now, you son of a bitch! he thought, the rising excitement of finding a lead growing in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, here was another win for his team.

Additional Notes: Berenice has a bad habit of talking to herself to remind herself of things, resulting in an almost constant stream of low-grade muttering if she's thinking hard. She also does not understand toilets. At all. Or really any sort of personal hygiene not directly related to washing of leavings of meals and keeping her feathers well-groomed, thus her hair is a tangled mess and she does not smell pleasant.

Additional Comments: I would really appreciate collaborating with some people on Berenice's introductory arc, specifically the NPC parents of kids and potentially their calling in of heroes to deal with Berenice if they panic, which I personally think is the best way to intro her? Or if you've got other ideas. I dunno

Zoë "Forge" Lambert

Character you have created: Zoé Lambert
Alias: Кузница (Kuznitsa), Wraith, Forge

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Tomato
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Zoë does not give one iota of care about anyone other than herself. Having no close relations, no one she trusts enough to call friend, and no real job or other form of even marginal social contact has left her somewhat askew on what still counts as good or bad company. She's also a loner, preferring to stay in her lair and play video games, doodle, read, or other activities that require other people to participate. Part of this is the isolation her powers force on her, as even with practise she has not gotten full control of them, and tied as they are to her emotional state, her volatile temper makes her more dangerous than it would in a normal person.

She has no regard for property law, and steals whatever she desires, or the cash to get it. She maintains her cover identity only as a front for where she gets the money, and will happily buy illicit goods from whomever has them. While she doesn't take hallucinogenic drugs due to the loss of control of her powers, she is more than happy to do some of the lighter things. Whiskey, however much she might like drinking it, usually results in her having to buy new stuff or move.

Internally, Zoë is lonely, blaming her powers and not her behaviour for driving away everyone she once cared about. She misses her family, but the way they split left her very much blaming them incorrectly. She drives herself further into villainy every day, trying to drown her problems in wealth and booze, and is extremely self-destructive. If she's not stop, she may begin eroding her own rules, which include no killing women or children, no unnecessary harm (though her definition of necessary is different than the norm), and not robbing the poor. She likes to see herself as a "noble" thief, though she's as greedy as any of them. She also enjoys rubbing her getaways in the faces of heroes and the authorities, sometimes putting herself in more danger than she would normally get into even doing the job she's bragging about.

She is intelligent, far brighter than most, and enjoys logic puzzles and challenges to her mind. She's also bright enough to realise the path she's on is not one destined for a long life, but she depressive enough and far enough along to think she's stuck, and the buzz from getting away with things tends to chase away her doubts, at least temporarily. She is also smart enough to realise the advantages her stealth powers give her, and has attempted to keep them as secret as her identity, and has been so far successful at it.

While working and in combat, she tries to maintain the advantage of surprise as long as she can, manipulating civilians or staying invisible until she makes a decisive move, then fading back into obscurity when she can. If she can't, she will go for a blitz strike, creating heat, fire, smoke, and launching intense, focused attacks to stagger her opponent until they either cannot fight back or lose track of her long enough for her to slip away. She doesn't typically want to fight any longer than she absolutely has to, and will only go toe-to-toe if given no other way out. She refuses to purposefully kill, but she is well aware of how dangerous her fire powers are. She is much more comfortable using the threat of them than actually causing damage, but if she's forced to, she will not hesitate to burn those in her way.

Uniform/costume: Zoë wears normal, everyday colours and clothes when she's not working. When she is, her costume involves greys, browns, and muted other colours, varying clothes between jobs so she never has the same look twice in a row. Her body suit is black and grey with ember red seams. While the bodysuit is skintight(because that's what supers wear, right?), there are strategically placed pieces of armour, that both protect vital areas like her kidneys and joints, as well as disturb her body line enough that anyone who can see through her power can't identify her later on. She also wears a mask that covers her cheekbones, chin, eyebrows, forehead and hairline, bride of her nose, and ears, somewhat like a luchador mask. The nature of her powers make it so that she must leave the rest exposed. The body suit itself and all armour bits and made by an inventor she comissioned to be completely fireproof.

In combat, she will slag metal into plates, cool them off, and use them as armour, either keeping them on her or floating just away from her.





Origin Info/Details:

Zoë grew up very well, in a nice country/suburban home outside Orléans, and spent summers at her grandfather's vineyard along with her brother, though a fight about schooling stopped those visits when she was twelve. While she loved both her parents and her grandfather very much, the rift between them was enough to drive her to sullenness, and she began acting out more than most teenagers would, typically with petty crimes and defiance of her parent's authority. Shortly after her fifteenth birthday, she joined Les Chiens Sanglants, a local gang, and within a year had fought with her brother, had a huge row with her parents, and ran away to be with her gang full time.

Her turning sixteen, after a month with the gang, brought with it unexpected changes, her powers awakening full bloom during a fight with another girl who had insinuated she was sleeping her way up the ranks, an accusation both untrue and offensive. Not knowing what was happening, but having some instinctive grasp on her newfound abilities, not everyone was killed in the resulting blaze, but she found herself homeless. However, power called her subconciously, and after a month of practise, she had mastered all but the more subtle aspects of her powers, and swiftly turned it to making herself more comfortable.

With cunning manipulations and several low profile robberies, she amassed a small fortune, and set herself up as a "mercenary villain", handing out her number to select trustworthy individuals and remaining on call for jobs. She has worked several of these, and her front as a legitimate painter with an unknowing agent, along with private investing, covers her profits quite well. Aside from smash-and-grabs and bank robberies, she has done jobs ranging from blackmail and spy-work to smuggling small, high value items and arson. She is building a reputation as a volatile but trustworthy "co-worker", and is careful to avoid any connection to her civilian identity.

Zoë's hobbies include painting, glasswork, and pottery, cello and oboe (her parent's insistence), and video gaming. Despite her easily frustrated nature, she seems to have enough patience for these tasks. She is also fluent in her native French, Russian, and English, knows her way around a computer, is good enough with numbers to invest privately and successfully, and smart enough to cover both of her identities so their "off times" don't coincide enough to arouse suspicion. She is well versed in physics, as her powers required her to have some knowledge of thermodynamics, and she is also knowledgeable in calculus, biology, chemistry, and geology, though she has no formal secondary schooling in these subjects.

She is power hungry, and is actively attempting to learn how to be a successful criminal mastermind, though it has been slow going because of her cautionary attitude. She is willing to take the long road, however, and has set herself up with a third identity, Wraith, in order to manipulate gangs, villains, and the like and try to gain her own territory in her adopted home of Los Angeles. She is careful to only speak Russian or English on jobs, so as to avoid anyone looking for a French girl.

Hero Type: Energy (fire), Psychic, Other(maybe shapeshifter)
Power Level : World
Powers (Be Specific):

Temperature Manipulation: Zoë has extremely adept control over temperature, being able to shift the temperature in areas in the following definition:
-As small in volume as a child to as wide as she wishes;
-Within two hundred metres of her, in line of sight only:
-As fast as her maximum within a minute in a slightly exponential graph as she pours more or pulls out energy into an already energetic situation(putting more heat to heat up air that is already heating up the air around it), or as slowly as she wishes;
-The heating can begin to spread to areas out of her control;
-Temperatures between 50F(10C) to 4800F(2648.9C);
-If concentrating on an object only, she can flash the temperature up to her maximum in less than a second. She CANNOT do this to people, however, and relies on heating their clothing, weapons, armour, or the air around them.

Pyrokinesis: She can form, control, and move in apparent defiance of physics, any fires within her range, able to throw fireballs, put out or enlarge flames, start fires on flammable objects, render things fireproof(with concentration), shot jets of flames from her hands, and even go as high as doing the same with plasma. She has enough control to make shapes and little figures out of the flames, though they are not in any way independent and she has to mentally control all of their movements.

Temperature and Disease Immunity: Zoë is completely immune to all heat and cold based effects, from fire and ice, to ambient temperatures, to lasers, radiation, and the depths of space (though she'd still need proof against pressure and the ability to breathe). When infected with any sort of bacteria, virus, or other disease vector, she can heat her body to the point that the offending organism cannot survive. She also is, oddly, immune to any smoke created with her power.

Alternate Form: If pressed, Zoë can turn her body temperature up to the point where the air around her ignites, or even to the point her own flesh ignites, though this does not damage her. At this point, she is incapable of dropping the temperature around her body fast enough to counter the heat pouring off of her body. She has the capability of pushing this far higher, up to turning into a walking form of plasma, but she is too scared of it to try. With her minor telekinesis, this allows her to fly, though not at any spectacular speeds, 60mph at most

Minor Telekinesis: Anything Zoë is controlling the temperature of, she can also move about with her mind, either keeping it hovering around her, or give it enough thrust to launch somewhat like a short toss. She can do this with anything weighing up to 600lbs(272kg), and the lighter the object, the more force she can throw it with.

Minor Telepathic Imagery: Zoë has the ability to project, through broad range telepathy, the basis for any given type of person or profession she wants. So, she can project herself as a CEO who simply belong in the board meeting, the police officer who belongs at the crime scene, or the homeless person who no one pays attention to. She CANNOT take on any specific image or disguise, as this power relies more on the perceptions of others than her own. Everyone sees somewhat different things, depending on what they might believe, but on normal people it is fairly foolproof. Anyone with psychic powers is completely unaffected. People actively looking for her, who know what she looks like, have a chance of shaking this off. This obviously does not have any effect on cameras. She can project on a crowd seemingly without limit, as it subverts the viewer's perception, so there isn't much, if any, energy expenditure on her part, and while she has this going, she doesn't have to concentrate beyond maintaining what type of person she wishes to portray. This does include clothing.

Phasing and Invisibility: Zoë has the ability to shift herself in to a form that allows her to move through solid objects as easily as she would air, though in a slower way than usually. She is also invisible to the naked eye when doing this. People she moves through only feel slightly cold and hot at the same time, noticeably, though the source is indistinguishable. She cannot bring people into this form with her, but small objects (such as knives, bundles of cash, hand grenades, etc) can be in her pockets. No object she brings with her will function in this state (cameras will not take picture, guns will not fire, etc). Shifting back and forth can only be done with her whole body, not parts. When she shifts back, matter where she would be is shunted away until there is space for her. If she lets go of an object while "phased out", it returns to it's normal state after thirty seconds, not before, upon leaving her person. While phased, she can see everything in a blurred, colourless way, with very reduced depth perception, but other things trying to stay invisible cannot hide from her in this state.

Enhanced Physicality: Along with her major power suite, Zoë also enjoys enhanced agility, strength, reflexes, and speed, and although not enough to classify her as a powerhouse in those categories, she is powerful enough to stand her ground in a fist fight with some of the more physical heroes, and can easily trounce unprepared normal humans.

Attributes:

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 116
Strength Level: Can lift around a thousand pounds.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30 mph on the ground, 60mph flying/ 60mph level reactions.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2x normal
Agility: 5x normal
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Large: Aside from a very comfortable savings account in a Swiss Bank, she has several tens of thousands of dollars in cash stashed away, stolen goods worth a few grand in and of themselves, and invested assets that bring her close to a total of one million.

Weaknesses:
-While she is capable of melting knives, and is terrifying if she gets riled up, Zoë has no super power directly related to toughness, and if caught unawares, a single bullet does as much damage to her as to anyone else.

-As stated above, any psychic character can see through her telepathic projections

-While she may be immune to heat and cold, and can burn gases and some poisons out of her system, non-temperature poisons or heat-activated ones are still just as effective. Electricity, as well, maintains its effects, though it won't burn her so much as scramble her nerves, or, if powerful enough, give her seizures or possibly kill her outright.

-She is emotionally unstable, and can be driven over certain edges. Anyone with access to her background and sensitive details could easily push her and manipulate her.

-It is technically possible, if one could find a way to stop her powers from working, to completely disable all of them, excepting that her immunity to temperatures would carry through as a protection against her own powers. Done right, this could trap her in a block of steel.

-She still needs to breathe, eat, sleep, etc, just like normal people.

-While she is immune to smoke inhalation damage itself, anything toxic from burning materials can still harm her.

-Heat from radioactive materials may not burn her, but she is still vulnerable to all the other horrifying side effects from them.

Supporting Characters:
There are plenty of FBI and Interpol agents trying to find her, though not with much luck.
Her estranged family, living in Orléans:
-Mother: Amélie Lambert (43), works at La Scène du Meroubre as a manager
-Father: Hugo Lambert (44), works as a delivery driver.
-Older Brother: Théo (24), an accountant at a law firm in Paris.
-Younger Sister: Émile (18), just starting college, but secretly also has ice powers in almost the reverse of her sister's fire powers
-Maternal Grandfather: Gaspar Moreau (67), owns a small vineyard outside Marseilles

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Darya "Tiamat" Kamaliazad

Character you have created: Darya Anat Kamaliazad
Alias: Tiamat
Speech Color: Aquamarine (7FFFD4)
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Darya is a sweet girl, caring and loving of all humans regardless of their faults, though she has a core of hatred for those who inflict needless suffering on their fellow humans and defenseless creatures of the world. Being raised with her grandmother, she grew up believing that magic was still real, and while she has not encountered it yet, she will be delighted to know that her grandmother was correct. She enjoys music and dancing, loves cooking, and is all in all the mother of the multitude of friends she has. Despite how exhausting this is, she would never dream of letting them down.

Her flavour of love, however, is a tough one. She is more than willing to call others out on their stupidity, though out of care for them instead of mocking. She is deeply spiritual, though not necessarily religious. The Islamic mosque she attends in her hometown is more of a way to stay social in her college career rather than a desire to attain Heaven, and she has deeply seated concerns about most religions.

Uniform/costume: She's working on one, but so far, she has not gotten a good design yet, and is relying on a ski mask and baggy clothes.

Origin Info/Details: Darya was born to a caring family who had recently fled the violence and foolishness of their home in Iran, and were making do as they could in America. They settled in New York at first, where Darya was born, but economics forced them further away, until they finally settled in Albuquerque, New Mexico. There is where Darya and her younger brother grew up. Her father and mother were victims of racially motivated hate crimes when she was thirteen, but thankfully, her family had been steadily filtering over, and several uncles and aunts were around to help her grandmother.

Darya's grandmother always had the air of a mystic, and she raised her grandchildren on stories of the old country, of Persia, of great kings and djinn, and other fantasies. She always held that the family was descended from the Sassanid dynasty, though no proof was ever forthcoming and no one believes it any more than they do her other fairy tales. However, Darya believes at least that magic exists, and that her grandmother has seen it, and her beliefs were further driven home when she developed her powers at age nineteen.

Walking to work at her uncle Yousef's coffee bar one day, the periodic heavy rains of Albuquerque came down hard and heavy while Darya was completely unprepared. She made a mad dash down an alley, attempting to find cover, only to find to her extreme surprise that she was still completely dry, despite water pouring from the sky in buckets. She swept her arms a few times and watched in wonder as the standing water on the ground and that still falling responded to her motions as if she was in that one Nickelodeon cartoon.

She hid her newfound abilities for a few weeks, but finally, guilt and excitement drove her to tell her uncle where she was disappearing to on her breaks, and why. He was relieved, momentarily, to find she wasn't off having sex or smoking drugs, but relief swiftly turned to abject horror as he realised the implications of what had occurred. A family meeting was called, and various comments and demands were made before Darya's grandmother, matriarch and undisputed authority in the family, ordered Darya to decide for herself. Darya, being who she is, decided to balance family and duty and hero-work.

Currently, Darya serves as one of a very limited number of heroes in the southwest, most of whom belong to the United Southwestern Hero Association. They have been actively trying to recruit Tiamat, but the family, even Fatemeh, are concerned about fulltime heroing and what effects that might have on Darya's future. The Hounds attacks on other metas, however, has driven all the fear out of the whole clan; as much as anyone else, they see the same lunacy that threatens their homeland, and no member of the family would dare argue that they nee to be stopped. And so Darya has been thrust onto the world stage, hesitant but ready to do her part.

Hero Type: Elemental: Water
Power Level: World

Powers:

Hydrokinesis: By far the most impressive of Darya's abilities is direct control of water. She is not limited by volume, and can draw it directly out of the air or nearby standing bodies and move it at the speed of thought. Water, being what it is, has an impressive display of forms, and she is practised in transporting herself, making rain, putting out fires, and forming blades. If she were to move to a more humid area, she would have much more to work with, and on the coast, she is capable of making tsunamis and other extremely impressive/destructive displays.

Other Liquids: Darya has not tried to do this before, but her abilities are not limited to water alone, and anything which is a liquid, she can manipulate. Terrifyingly, this includes such things as powerful acids, and even the blood inside living creatures. Semisolids are liquid enough to fall under this control, anything up to and including oobleck.

Ice and other solids: Given enough training, Darya could actually play with other objects as well. She simply needs to learn how to convert them to their liquid form. Water ice being the foremost of those, but as long as it contains water at all, she can get it to it's liquid form, and then manipulate it as normal.

Atomic Manipulation and Fine Control: As evidenced by her ability(theoretical for now) to convert solids to liquids, Darya can employ vast amounts of impossibly fine-tuned control over liquids. At the top of her form, she could conceivably control only a few molecules to move, should she wish to. This particular capability comes with the ability to think on that level, with the reaction speed required for such manipulations.

Enhanced body: The mutation that caused Narya's powers has also enhanced her phsyical body, increasing her speed, strength.

**Note**: Darya is aware of her control over water, though not about its lack of limitations, and is not aware of her control over other liquids or her ability to do much with solids and semisolids except that she has played with ice and steam. She is not at all aware of her molecular control, and is only vaguely aware of how much her body has adapted to her power.

Skills:
Darya is well versed in her native languages, Farsi and English, and passable with Middle Persian (her grandmother insisted).

She is well trained by her uncles in weapons handling for modern small arms such as pistols and shotguns, knives, and hand to hand combat forms (Krav Maga and Aikido).

She is an extremely good cook, especially with Mediterranean dishes but can turn pretty much anything that is food into amazing dishes, if a bit unorthodox.

She is good at playing doumbek, oud, qanoun, and Moroccan oboe, though none at any sort of professional level. She's also a fair turn-of-the-hips at belly dancing, even if she's a bit too skinny for it.

She has some scholarly interest in philosophy, ethics, poetry, biology, chemistry, and physics, but has not actively pursued any of these.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'2" (160 cm)
Weight: 110 lbs
Strength Level: ~1 ton range
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal speed/~3x normal reactions
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours
Agility: 5x normal
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Expert

Resources: Not a lot. Average college student levels.

Weaknesses:

The obvious one is that she can only manipulate things in a liquid state, and while she can change some of those, solid objects like steel are impossible for her to convert to liquid, as they contain no water, and thus she cannot control them.

Sand, is, oddly, one of her worst weaknesses, both because of its ability to absorb water and because, whatever mysterious thing causes her powers also will severely weaken or even stop working entirely should she get more than a few hundred grains of it in contact with her skin. Currently, she has not given this knowledge to anyone.

While a bit faster and tougher than most people, Narya is proof against no bullet, blade, or even fist, and takes damage as normal.

Supporting Characters:
Darya has a huge clan she comes from:
Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins

-Ahmad (43) and Farrah (41)(deceased), and their four children
-Hossein (42) and Kiana (41), with three children
-Ramin (40) and Goli (41), with five children
-Yousef (37) and Reyhan (35), with two children
-Zurvan (35) and Sajad (36), with two adopted children
-Farrokh (32) and Anouseh (35), with two children
-Basir (31), unmarried

Parents

Giv (39) and Zarine (38), both deceased nine years ago.

Their Children

Leila (23), and her husband Martin (25), no children, though Leila is pregnant
Darya (22)
Massoud (18)
Maryam (15)

Grandparents

Fatemeh (63), and Rostam (64)(deceased twenty years ago)
Roya (67) and Massoud (69), both deceased

In addition, Darya has worked alongside the USHA on occasion, whose member include:

Doc Holliday: Fully committed to a cowboy aesthetic, this idealistic young man treats everyone like a gentleman would. He has healing powers and unerring aim with firearms.

Thunderbird: Native American shaman from the Apache. Concerned mostly with environmental threats. Has weather control powers and supersonic flight.

Broadway: Named that way because this Vegas-based hero couldn't really call herself 'Strip'. Light based powers, mostly flashy and not lasers and whatnot.

Rocky: Modelling himself after the boxer and the mountains, this rough and tumble hero is a veteran boxer, “old as the hills”, and has earth and tectonic powers in addition to being super strong and super tough.

[DearTrickster]

Real Name: Charlene Croll. Char, Charlie.

Alias: The Alchemyst

Speech Color: Honeydew

Character Alignment: Walking the Line - Leaning Hero. Chaotic Good.

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Identity: Secret

Character Personality:

Charlene Croll has a deep and rich family history rooted in studying alchemy for hundreds of years. Her family focused largely on alchemy and alchemy alone, as a result is naive to other magical practices. The talent and magic potential lingers heavily in her family’s blood, granting them the ability to transmute the world around them. With the weight of carrying on family tradition on her shoulders, Charlene hardly acts the part. Her focus is on the present, forging her own path and discoveries. Takes immense amounts of pride in her abilities and her family, but struggles with identifying herself for the current generation.

Streetwise, smart, fast talker. Problem solver.

Incredibly observant, great spacial awareness and great sense of direction. As an urban scavenger, her versatility relies heavily on these abilities. Generally a sociable person when she has time, especially now that she has completed her master’s. Holds a close circle of friends, gets along well enough with her peers within the chemistry department at LHU, Lost Haven University. Charlene prioritizes her family above all else, above school and above herself.

Appearance

Appearance:

Charlene dresses in layers, old clothes, and uses a mask to cover her mouth and nose. Protecting her identity and protecting herself from old molds, dust and other dangerous airborne contaminants found in dilapidated areas. Wears a pair of goggles for the same reasons. Safety first!

She wears a long hooded sweater, old shirt and skirt with leggings. On her feet are beat up pair of running shoes, alternatively also wears steel toed boots. Often covered in a thin layer of dirt or dust.

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Age: 24
Hair: Long dirty blonde hair
Eyes: Green
Height: 6’1” - 183 cm
Weight: 155 lbs

Slim face, bright green eyes with a splash of freckles across her nose. Charlene has strong arms and legs, years training under her mother’s heavy staff. Urban exploration has lent well to keeping her active and lithe. Quick to solve a problem and just as quick to swing her staff under your feet.

Her Face

Origin/History

Origin/History:

Charlene Croll was born in Lost Haven to a long line of Crolls, a very proud and long standing family of alchemists. Born with magic in her veins, a knack for understanding the building blocks of the world around her.

Her mother, Julianne Croll married Keith Lancaster - Keith hailing from a family of enchanters, accustomed to the strange and arcane. When their circles intermingled, a whirlwind romance swept away the pair, as Nathaniel often refers to when Julianne met Keith. They married young, had children young and unfortunately for Julianne, Charlene and Harriet, Keith died young as well. Charlene attended her father’s funeral at age 9. Keith died when he was caught in debris, property damage collateral from metahumans fighting in the city.

Nathaniel, Julianne’s father, had lost his wife some years before they were married and helped raise Charlene and Harriet when Keith passed. Together Julianne and Nathaniel ran the knick knack and repair shop - Croll Corner. Teaching Charlene and eventually Harriet the biggest trade secret they had, Alchemy.

The little family did well enough for themselves, struggling when Lost Haven population became saturated with metahumans, followed thereafter with events like D-Day rocking the city. Riots in the streets by local gangs, cosmic horrors waltzing down mainstreet. The events had insurance premiums hit a record breaking high. But still they carried on, relatively alright save for Croll Corner, being looted during the riots. Julianne and Charlene were able to fend off the attackers but not before they stole the cash register. Nathaniel and Julianne vehement about keeping Harriet and Charlene well away from metahumans and all the problems that came with it.

Julianne taught Charlene and eventually Harriet when she was old enough, self defense and how to fight with staves. While Nathaniel and Julianne focused on their alchemy education, kept them distracted from the city and it’s rampant problems in crime and gang activity. Charlene picked and started crafting her Magnum Opus staff at 11, deciding on sycamore wood.

The Magnum Opus Staff is a family tradition, built around passing on knowledge to the next generation. The staves not only representative of the alchemist’s life but their preferred tool. The staff’s properties are added to, changed and modified throughout their lives. As they grow older the more thought and time is put into modifying it to strike a balance with the previous modifications made. Some Croll’s only add to it when they discover a new equation or make strides in their research while others choose to mark important life events upon their staff. The staves are individual as their wielders, often passing the staff onto the next generation to use.

For school, Charlene studied her way through high school and eventually attending Lost Haven University, she worked part time in the shop and other places to pay for her education with only minimal government assistance. Graduated recently, as of June..

Charlene remembers her father well, looks after her kid sister while making a few extra bucks from scavenging. In spite of having good reason to keep to her own business, Charlene wants to join the fray if not only to protect her family from groups like Hounds of Humanity or the gang wars knocking at their door, but to mark herself apart of something larger. Her pride as a Croll Alchemist would hardly allow for anything else.

Hero Type:
Mystic

Power Level:
Street Level

Powers/Skills:
Transmutation: An alchemist's bread and butter, able to focus the magic within her to change the form of things around her. For more complex changes she scribbles out the alchemical equation upon the item but for simpler things like removing water from alcohol she can do so without the help of a formula. As a skill it comes as naturally to her as it is to breathe. Excessive transmutation takes it’s toll on her mind in a similar way pulling an all nighter would. She begins to lose focus, much more likely to make a mistake. A good night sleep and a break helps to bring her focus back.

I.e Transmuting a state of an element from solid, liquid, and gas. Pulling and isolating certain elements, like oxygen or hydrogen from water. Adding certain elements to an object to change it’s form, forcing oxygen into iron graters to rust. Changing the shape of a wooden crate to stakes.

It takes time for Charlene to write alchemical equations to breakdown the base elements of what she is transmuting. While with simpler things like separating elements in water, she can do off the top of her head easily.

Fighting Skills: Trained by her mother, Charlene is quite proficient with a staff in her hands. Non-lethal fighting style.

Master’s Degree in Chemistry: Charlene has earned her master’s degree at Lost Haven University.

Scavenging: A good eye for searching an area for valuable components, tearing apart old computers, tvs, cars, quick to pick clean an area for valuable scrap before moving on.

Minor Herb/Medicinal Knowledge: Charlene maintains minor understanding and recognition of medicinal herbs, due largely to her grandfather’s expertise. Can recognize certain herbs and plants, use them for rustic applications.

Strength Level: Normal Human
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Trained - 2 hrs.
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Above Average - Formally educated
Fighting Skill: Trained - Fighting Staff and Self Defense

Resources: Average - holds down a part time job as a lab assistant at the University, helps run family’s shop - Croll Corner. Makes modest cash off of her scavenging materials.

Equipment:
Sycamore Magnum Opus Staff: Made of sycamore, weighted with soft metals worked into the grain like tin, copper, and gold. Able to use the metals in the staff to change the shape, most often to that of a crowbar.

Magnum Opus Staff

Items found on her person/in small backpack:
Lithium batteries
Cat litter
Aerosol hairspray
Lighter
Flint and steel
Steel flask of whiskey
Water Bottle - Gasoline
A ceramic knife
Little packets of salt
Plyers
A packet of styrofoam

Weaknesses:

Human Constraints: Vulnerable to exposure, a bullet, a nasty fall, a hard hit around the head. Human through and through. Slightly above average pain tolerance, can withstand a hit. Otherwise, easy enough to hurt or stop.

Human Endurance: While her endurance is above average, when Charlene loses focus she begins to grow sluggish of body and mind. Much more likely to mess up an equation or miscalculate an element in transmutation. Which can result in some rather ugly results.

Supporting Characters:
Father (Deceased at 28)- Keith Croll (Changed name when he married Julianne), Keith was rather skilled with metal work and jewellery enchantment. Julianne keeps a set of rings to pass onto Harriet and Charlene from their father. Her father's side of the family approved quite readily of their marriage, the Croll's make annual trips to New York City for reunions and holidays.

Mother (Age 42) - Julianne Croll - Jules. Mother of Charlene and Harriet, manages Croll Corner and manages their training. Her staff is heavy, hardworked metals. The staff itself is dotted with quartz crystals, while it's core was replaced a long time ago with tungsten. Reflective of her teaching, focusing on toughening her children. Her patience for working with tougher materials resulted in an incredibly sturdy and hard staff. While she was a tough teacher to impress, she was never cruel. Always pushed just enough. Is a vehement believer in staying out of metahuman business, firmly believes the magical community was wrongly lumped in with them.

Younger Sister (Age 15)- Harriet Croll - Harry. Young, endlessly sassy, uses sarcasm like it was a second language. Smart, focusing her staff modifications on biological by products like shells and feathers. Struggles striking a balance of the lighter and inconsistent materials. Keeps a collection of feathers, convinced their elderly neighbours to bring back buckets of shells from their tropical vacations. Could spend hours on the shores of Lost Haven's south end.

Grandfather & Mentor (Age 68) - Nathaniel Croll. The gentle teacher to their tough mother. His staff is an intricate array of glass bubble terrariums with his various favourite herbs, most prominently rosemary. The roots embedded deep in the wood of his staff. Refers to his garden of herbs and flowers as classic alchemy. Brewing concoctions, salves, oils and ointments. Maintaining an incredible memory, extensive amounts of formal education and degrees in chemistry, horticulture, and a university professor for several years.

Friends:

Carrie Ludwig (Age 24) - Childhood friend and her go to for witchcraft needs and magical reference. Always smells of sage, cares for a small zoo of pets. Her favourite person to grab a drink with.

Yvonne Thompson (Age 47), a fellow urban scavenger, loner and tradeswoman. Charlie knows next to nothing about Yvonne besides her name, whether she's homeless or living in suburbia with a nuclear family. Yvonne has a great nose for good salvage spots, can negotiate a thrifty pawnshop owner into the ground.

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Black Bonnet

Character you have created: Alice Rackham

Alias: Captain Ally “Black Bonnet” Rackham

Speech Color: Not determined yet.

Character Alignment: WTL (She's not overtly evil, anyway)
Identity: Glorying in infamy!

Character Personality: Alice is, in almost every way, larger than life, and loves living to the fullest and in the moment. When she's not off raiding, she enjoys tinkering with anything and everything near by, especially at her workshop. She enjoys both modern and classical music, tending to swing between ballroom waltzes and heavy metal when the mood strikes her. She is utterly fearless, and enjoys hardship and difficult adversaries, sensing adventure in the opportunity.

Alice treats her crew like a bunch of favoured nephews and nieces, and insists that, while not infringing on their freedoms outside of shipboard duty, that they stay healthy. "Just because we're pirates doesn't mean we have to act like we're in the Seventeenth Century, you jackanapes," as she has been recorded saying. She believes fiercely in freedom, well and beyond what modern democracies espouse and hewing much closer to general anarchy, though onboard the Revenge, she maintains absolute authority, even if she doesn't exercise it unless she has to. That said, traitors and mutineers are dealt with harshly. And while she is okay with kidnapping, the slave trade is a thorn in her side, and any other modern pirates who try to take slaves in her territory risk being summarily executed. It is this "freelance privateering", added to the fact that much of her raiding is done to military and/or foreign targets, that has led to a sudden lack of resources to fight her in local governments in the Caribbean.

She, unfortunately, also suffering from bipolar disorder, and from what psychologists will say, some form of severe psychosis and delusional behaviour. While not true entirely, she is very much ungrounded from reality much of the time, as evidenced by her career alone. Thankfully, despite her isolation as a captain, necessarily separated emotionally from her crew, her 'delusions' keep her company and give her guidance. She considers herself a sort of priestess, as well as a protector, of the ocean, and will viciously punish those who abuse the sea.

Uniform/costume: Alice wears full pirate captain regalia, with a wide brimmed hat clipped up on the right side and several long black-dyed peacock feathers running off the black fabric. Her coat is bloody red, hangs down to her thighs, and she wears black pants under it, tucked into the classic knee-high fold-over boots. Her torso is crossed over by two bandoleers carrying custom-made flintlock pistols, and a wide leather belt carries two more pairs of those and her pair of cutlasses. She wears her hair in a loose cloud under her hat, though on occasion she will, in a nod to Blackbeard, braid it down and tie slow-burn fuses into it.

Origin Info/Details: Alice was born into a well-to-do middle class family in Galveston, Texas. The eldest of three children, she grew up knowing very little of her family history, until in high school she was required to read Treasure Island for a book report. She was utterly enraptured by the pirating lifestyle, and swiftly became obsessed. She researched tirelessly, and when she came across the stories of “Calico Jack” Rackham, and noticed the similar surname, she began digging into her own family history, where she made a surprising discovery.

Not only was she directly descended from Rackham and Anne Bonny's child, but several other bloodlines had tied into hers over the last several centuries. Through exhaustive digging through records that had long been buried, she found that she was also the descendant of some of the most illustrious pirates who ever lived. Evidence became solid for her family ties to Edward “Blackbeard” Teach, Bartholomew Roberts, Jean Lafitte, Captain William Kidd, James Avery, Sir Henry Morgan, “Black” Sam Bellamy, and John Taylor. The sheer unlikelihood of this union of trees seemed impossible, but she managed to confirm it multiple times through responsible sources. Her high school project for her senior history class was this entire documentation.

Just before she graduated, her parents managed to win a lottery prize at a whopping three hundred and eighty-five million dollars. Immediately after her graduation, the entire family, inspired by her findings, decided to move to a private residence just outside Nassau, in the Caribbean. This was, however, unfortunate. During a family outing that Alice herself was unable to attend due to illness, the family was kidnapped and killed. Legends about her state this, along with her fever, is was caused her to snap, and become Black Bonnet.

Alice was always a bright child, but following her inheritance, she made massive leaps forward as she feverishly studied mechanical engineering and materials science, ostensibly for college, but she soon figured out that she didn't even need to attend. She managed to actually test out of her entire Bachelor's of Applied Science, and then disappeared for quite some time. The only evidence she was still alive was a steady draining of the interests on her fortune, carefully managed by a hired advisor.

Almost three years to the day of her family's murder, her ship set sail out of Tortuga, raiding and pillaging. She only took volunteer crew, but as it turned out there were many in the Caribbean who were romanced by the idea and grandeur of her ship and by the thought of escaping poverty and the rule of law. Now, Black Bonnet Rackham sails throughout the Caribbean, sowing terror and taking plunder wherever she wishes, seemingly completely unfazed by the multiple attempts of multinational navies to try and bring her in or sink her, and basking in the adoration of those who see her career as a sort of 'reality escape', living a dream most thought long dead: the free pirate.

Hero Type: Grey Matter and (maybe) Supernatural/Mystic

Power Level: Street(on land), world(at sea)

Powers:

The Tortuga's Revenge, her pride and love: The Revenge is designed like the old ships of the line, a two hundred foot long, three masted battleship with two gun decks of twenty-five-a-side and more armaments on the main deck. The whole of it is made of teak, in classic style, though the masts, main deck, hull, and keel are all also impregnated with a special hardening compound of Alice's design that makes them impervious to all but the very largest of naval guns, and even then she takes minimal damage. The material is also lined with a magnesium-foam compounds that reduces her necessary weight by tons The sails and rigging, as well, are made of Dyneema- and asbestos-woven fabric, so as to be tough and fireproof. Other modifications are as follows:

• Swivel guns: These are small, rail mounted cannons on the rear and fore decks, capable of rotating to cover about a one hundred degree arc. Paired on the sides of each deck, for eight in total, these little bastards carry a surprising wallop, modified as they are to fire a variety of modern and older ammunition, from HEAT rounds to grapeshot, and require no powder. They can also be switched out for miniguns, as the need arises.
• Deck mortars: A set of twin mortar cannons sit on the rear deck, and are comparable to modern gun howitzers, though they can angle to almost seventy degrees when necessary. These fire 120mm shells of varying loads.
• Main Cannons: The terror of the modern high seas. Aesthetically made to look like Golden Age of Sail ship guns, these heavy guns are actually several different types of modified artillery pieces. The lowest deck has a set of rail cannons, GA Blitzers, which are capable of firing a sabot round at Mach 5. The second deck has larger versions of the deck mortars, essentially howitzers, which fire anything from HE shells up to tactical nuclear shells, though Alice would never authorise such an ammunition(it ruins the booty). The main deck guns, which are only rolled out on special occasions, are the most unique of the Revenge's arsenal. These are actually smaller than the swivels, though not by much, but they do not fire conventional ammunition. Experimental shells filled with cryo-explosives, Dragon's breath shot, ionizing rods that will generate lightning bolts, and gas rounds that can knock out a whole cruise ship in a few minutes; these are reserved for the main deck guns.
• Torpedo Tubes: Four on the bow of the ship.

Aside from the armaments, the Revenge also has other wonders, such as a hydrofoil generator/engine combo below the waterline, capable of powering the whole of the ship and pushing her max speed up to 40 knots(46mph/74kph). The engine consumes no fuel itself, an important feature to Alice. The quarters for all the crew resemble modern barracks rooms, though far more comfortable and home-y as they have decorated. The galley resembles that of a modern cruise ship, though it maintains the aesthetic for the furniture, all dark teak and cast iron. She also, of course, has modern medical facilities, and a brig capable of holding even minor metahumans. As a special touch, Alice has managed to procure a device that renders the Revenge invisible to thermal imaging, sonar, and satellite tracking, essentially a ghost ship in the modern age.

Super Inventor – Aside from the ship itself, Alice has numerous other creations to her credit.

Nanoweave Fibre: Alice's clothes, and all the ropes and sails of the Tortuga's Revenge, are made from her own custom blend of Dyneema and nano-weave carbon/asbestos fibre, rendering them almost completely immune to cuts, tears, punctures, and fire. Her entire crew is outfitted in the same. This special weave, while extremely durable, bends and folds as easily as cotton.
Mono-line Blades: Alice's cutlasses are sharp on their own, and made out of a special alloy that is nigh-unbreakable, but their true strength lies in the microedge they have, narrowing down to almost a single molecule wide, rendering them capable of cutting through almost every conceivable material. The crew carry knives of the same edging, allowing them to maintain the ship despite it's toughness.
The Pistols: While the eight pistols on her seem to be flintlocks, and even look that way when firing, this is purely aesthetic, much like the rest of her possessions. The actually contain tiny electro-magnetic catapults, and fire her pistol shot at super sonic velocities. The shot itself is similar to her basic cannon shot for the ship, rounded cones of tungsten-carbide, capable of penetrating most standard body armour with little difficulty.
Gripping Boots: The soles of her boots are enhanced to grip onto any surface through a combination of magnetism and molecular bonding hairs and pads, inspired by geckos and other climbing animals.

The Workshop: This is a sprawling, 12,000 square foot complex in a hidden cove on the island of Tortuga, the entrance to which is disguised as a blank rock through the use of a hologram projection. This dock hold all the materials for repair the Revenge, manufacturing the specialty ammunition, housing the crew, and dumping booty from raids.

Madness, or...: The legends that have already cropped up around Black Bonnet Rackham commonly say that her parents death cracked her brain so badly that she's completely mad. To be certain, her crew regularly hears and sees her talking with things that they cannot perceive. But that may not be all there is to this tale, either.
According to Alice herself, her ship and home regularly host eight spirits, whom she can name and describe fairly well. Those who have heard these names and descriptions assume she did research some time in her past, and her broken mind has conjured them to help her stay somewhat balanced. But sailors are a superstitious lot, and many have begun to believe that maybe, just maybe, she really can see gods. After all, all sorts of other strange things have happened in the world, why not this?
The 'deities' who Alice hosts are:

• Calypso, the piratical goddess of the sea (who hates her representation in un-named movies as some sort of lovesick mortal). She claims the title of 'chief' deity, and tend to treat Alice like a daughter.
• Namaka, a fierce and domineering Hawaiian lady, with water pooling at her feet.
• Takehaya Susanoo-no-Mikoto, a Japanese man who occasionally shows up with his wife, and always during storms.
• Sedna, a large Inuit woman missing her fingers.
• Ægir and Rán, a huge giant and his mermaid goddess wife, who always appear together and love showing up to parties.
• Samudra, an Indian woman who is temperamental, but typically calm when boarding with Alice.
• Agwé, a black man who is always grinning at her, and refers to himself as her King, unless the Calypso is around.
• Chalciuhtlicue, a gorgeous Aztec woman who is always holding a babe on each hip, one boy and one girl.

Alice refers to these spirits as her friends, often in familiar terms, and sometimes even rudely. She especially likes cursing at them during storms, though she reports that this really only makes them laugh. Even those people who claim to be able to see or otherwise interact with spirits and other supernatural beings deny seeing them near her, though she replies to these denunciations by proclaiming them “not worth the Sea's time”. It remains to be seen whether she is mad or some sort of priestess.

Skills: (Because these really don't count as powers

Navigation, Captaincy, and Seamanship: Alice seems to have an inborn knack for all things relating to piloting a ship. She can read the waves and avoid even the worst swells, can smell a storm before it's even visible on the horizon, can plot courses that shave hours off her travel time, knows every single inch of her ship from bow to stern, and can even read her crew's mood before they know it themselves. She is a commanding presence wherever she goes

Linguistics: Alice can fluently speak Haitian French, Creole, Spanish, and English

Combat: Alice has taught herself, through instructional videos, practise, and sparring, all forms of pirate combat; Cutlass and pistol, knife, boarding pike, artillery combat, naval tactics, acrobatics, nad most modern naval small arms combat.

Engineering: Alice has a dual BAS in Mechanical Engineering and Physics, with all the skills that entails, though her genius adds considerably to this.

Attributes:

Height: 6'1”
Weight: 180 lbs
Strength Level: Above average, but not by much
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: John Woo film hero level(about twice normal human)
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 3 hours, because she's used to the hardships of the sea.
Agility: Above Average, but still human
Intelligence: Very genius
Fighting Skill: Experienced/Trained

Resources: Extreme; aside from her inherited fortune (most of which was dumped into the ship), she has her financial advisor managing stocks, bonds, and several Cayman and Swiss bank accounts. These are cunningly manipulated so that international authorities can't freeze them. And there's plunder, as well.

Weaknesses: Aside from her armoured clothing, she is a normal human being, and can be killed or wounded as easily as any other.

She is, even if not quite as mad as some fear, extremely delusional, and any attempt to bring her back to modern sensibilities is doomed to failure.

Following with her delusions, Alice has a flashpan temper when it comes to her ship, or her crew, and is fiercely protective of both.

She has a severe peanut allergy.

Pirate Information:

Insignia: Alice's flag is black, with white crossed cutlasses. A white skull looks to the side in profile, at a speared heart dripping blood into a cup.

Code: Alice's Code is as follows:

• I: The Captain shall receive three shares of any retrieved value. The Quartermaster and Doctor shall each receive two shares. The Cook shall receive one and one half share. All regular crew shall receive one share. Provisional Crew shall receive one half share.
• II: No crew member shall engage in any form of slavery. If a crew member of any rank should so engage, The Captain shall deem a fitting punishment.
• III: Any crew member, having been assured the availability of willing mates, who is found to have engaged in rape, shall be keelhauled.
• IV: Any crew member who is found to have aided in the capture or death of any of their Brethren, shall be tied to the mast and left to the depredations of those Brethren who remain.
• V: All complaints, no matter how small, will be listened to. Those crew members who cannot find a satisfactory solution to their complaint shall be put ashore at the nearest safe port and sworn to secrecy on pain of death.
• VI: No crew member shall engage in any activity which may divide the crew. Friendly boxing and gambling is allowed, but all complaints against the results must be settled fairly by an Officer.
• VII: Those who deem fit to poison the ocean with things other than what belong in it shall be given to the next storm.

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
While her family may be dead, there are multitudes of people who interact with Alice on a daily basis, even aside from her Gods.

NPCs

• Liam Evans, her accountant, who works out of Grand Cayman and calls her whenever he needs a decision about her accounts made.
• Mister Ribbons, a flamboyant man who serves as her quartermaster on the Revenge
• James Kirk MD, who regrets his name but doesn't wish to change it. The Revenge's Doctor.
• Dominique Briggs, the overbearing ship's cook
• Admiral Brian Haliway, the Naval officer of Her Majesty's Navy who heads the task force attempting to rid the Caribbean of Black Bonnet Rackham
• The Kraken, that mysterious creature of legend, who some have reported as following the Revenge, though to what purpose remains unclear.

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Other: I will make NPC sheets for the spirits when and if the story makes it seem necessary.

This character is now an NPC and is available to interact with.

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[SrslyAnArtist]

Lokyn Greywall

The Nordic Gentleman

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Physical Description:
At six feet eight inches, Lokyn towers above most people, and is tall, lean and muscled despite what his slim frame might tell you. With feathery, shoulder length hair that's dark mahogany at the top and slowly fades into light brown naturally, his hazel-amber eyes are alluring to some and unsettling to most. His high cheekbones and creamy, flawless skin make up for it though, and though he doesn't look the type, he has nordic rune tattoos on his right forearm as well as his parents names in the same letters.
Alias
Nattklov(Not-Clohv): Norwegian-Night Claw
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): PaleTurquoise
Character Alignment: Hero
Identity: Secret.
Character Personality:Lokyn is usually calm, except for when someone or something he deems as his and belonging to him is in danger or being taken away, or when he sees animals, children and women being abused. He's hard to anger, enjoys animals, swimming, dancing and playing the guitar. He's very pro LGBTQ, all about women, children and animal rights, and refuses to talk politics. He's usually reserved, but if there is a conversation going on and it's a topic that interests him, will politely join in, and then he changes completely, going from quiet, to animated and excited. Lokyn believes in karma, that what you do will return to you, and that everyone should strive to be who they want to be, not who other people want them to be. When fighting, he's swift, efficient, fierce, and deadly. He has the capacity for mercy, but if it comes down to his life or that of a brutal killer, he will put the bastard down. Not a typically religious person, he respects the faiths of other people, and he would be considered a pagan. However if one tires to force their beliefs on him, he will quickly shut them down, and do it with a cold look in his eyes. His scariest emotion for other's to witness is his icy calm anger-you know shit's about to hit the fan and it's going to go everywhere.
Uniform/costume:
He wears all black leather armor, sort of like the stuff you would see an elf wear, but more form fitting.
Origin Info/Details:
Born in Reykjavík, Iceland, Lokyn was an only child to his parents. A few hours shortly after he was born, they discovered his natural claw mutation when he got upset for one of the many reasons that babies cry. Alarmed, yet accepting, they trimmed the ends so that he would not hurt himself or others with them. Growing up was somewhat hard for Lorkyn. His reserved and quiet nature made it hard for him to make friends, and so he was considered a loner. that worked just as well for him though, because he disliked the playground rama that went on, all the way up to high school. He had better things to worry than who dated who and whatnot. When he was nineteen, both of his parents died when a drunk driver crashed into them. All three people died that day, and Lokyn swore to never ever have more than one small glass of alcohol. He refused to let someone drive home drunks, buzzed or tipsy. It didn't matter if you were a stranger het met at bar or a co worker-he would insist on driving you home or calling a taxi for you.

When he turned twenty-three he moved to the US and bought a house. It was fairly large, and he didn't want to live alone, so he put out an ad for a housemate to share the bills. Two weeks after he first sent the ad out, CC showed up. The Frenchman's acerbic nature and biting sarcasm quickly endeared him to Lokyn and the two have been friends since then.
Hero Type (Select one):
Shapeshifter/Acrobat
Power Level (Select one below):
City
Powers (Be Specific):
He has claws that can extend from his second knuckles and curve over his fingertips, like diamond hard bone
armor. These claws are wickedly sharp, like sharpened razor blades. He also has heightened senses and can shift into feline and canine shapes, from Lion to housecat, wolf to chihuahua. He can change his pupils to the slit feline type to better see in darkness, and his canine teeth are longer and sharper than the average human's.
Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:
6'8
Weight:
129 lbs
Strength Level:
60 tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
80 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
5 hours
Agility:
15x Human level
Intelligence:
genius
Fighting Skill:
Mastered

Resources:
Large-ish. he has tons of armor and several mach bikes as well as a few Harleys stashed somewhere.
Weaknesses:
With his heightened senses, extremely loud noises, strong scents, and uncomfortable sensations can make him nauseous, dizzy and weak. If not careful, he can be easily trapped when in his smaller shapes, and therefore kidnapped and held for ransom or to be tortured. He has to be wary at all times of what shape he takes and where in each situation.
Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):
He has a friend Named CC who's just a human who helps pay half of the bills on the house.
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Sample Post (Minimum Four paragraphs containing dialogue. As this is an Advanced Level game, Sample must also meet the RPG forum's minimum requirement of 12 lines. Only for first time applicants.):
The blaring of an extremely annoying alarm clock was the precursor to a certain acrobatic shapeshifter's dark morning mood, all dark clouds and swearing in Norwegian, Icelandic, English and at least three other languages. That is, until he had his morning cup of coffee. As the wording on his shirt said, "Today's good mood is sponsored by Coffee."
He'd found it one day when looking at the graphic tshirts in the men's clothing department. At the sound of bare feet padding on cold stone tile, swearing in the often flowery sounding language of French, he turned to see his friend and housemate of three years. Cutler Coma Argeneau was tall for a human at six foot six, and dashingly handsome with dark brown hair that barely reached past his jaw and storm grey eyes.

"Mornin," Lokyn offered the European male a cup of coffee. The male took it, muttering in French, took a few sips and relaxed slightly.
Neither one of them were morning people, even though both of their jobs oft required them to wake up at the ungodly ass-crack of dawn and keep odd hours, sometimes all nighters. They'd both pulled all-weekers a few times. Boy, by then end of the last all-weeker had ended,
Lokyn had been on the edges of his sanity. It had definitely been hell on his senses.

"Why in the hell you always wake up so awfully early i will never understand, mon ami," CC told his friend. Lokyn shrugged.

"I forgot how to reset my alarm clock and have no patience to relearn lately," he replied. CC snorted a laugh in camaraderie. He knew what that was like.

"Plans, min venn?" Lokyn asked, taking another sip of the sweet brown liquid that was surely the creation of the gods. CC shook his head.

"Non," he replied. "Marie has given me the rest of the month off to relax. She practically kicked me out, saying if she had to listen to me complain about whoever's idea it was to set up the work schedule the way it is must have been the product of several farm animals." the Icelandic male choked on a laugh and had to set his cup down to prevent himself from dropping it.

"Gudene har barmhjertighet, CC," he laughed. "Marie may well wash your mouth out with soap herself you keep it up." CC rubbed a hand along the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

"I'll ask her our first, and if she says yes, i'll gladly let her make me eat soap," he said. "Solid liquid, inbetween, i wouldn't give a damn." Lokyn raised an eyebrow in slight mockery.

"Only took you six months to work up the guts, great job," he mocked. CC punched him in the arm. Hard. Lokyn Laughed and rubbed it.

"Well, I'm going to hit the shower and then go to work," he said, fist bumping him. "have a good day, CC."

"You too, mon ami."

[twibble]

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[Crosswire]

Gum

"There's no clouds in my sky!"

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Character you have created: Garfield Ubally Miller Ballsworth
Alias: Gum
Speech Color: 48D1CC
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Known
Character Personality: Gum is an imaginative, adventurous, boastful young boy who is always getting into things he should and rarely, if ever, doing what he's supposed to do. Despite growing up in a harsh urban environment Gum is somewhat naive and incredibly optimistic. Easily believing or buying into anything he thinks is cool or exciting.

In spite of his gullibility, Gum himself is very perceptive and thanks to his mischievous nature, can be rather deceptive himself. He possesses a love of tricks and a quick wit that lends itself very well towards slight of hand maneuvers and clever distractions. The boy has a tendency to go too far or get way in over his head, often failing to read a room or a situation before acting.

While his mindset can often lead to him making foolish, short sighted decisions Gum is good natured at heart and has yet to really begin thinking about the hard truths of life.

Physical Appearance: Gum is a young boy standing 5,5 with light skin, a gaunt but athletic build, and cyan colored hair cut in a short, choppy fashion that you'd expect to see on a 7th grader. His eyes are an unusual maroon shade that's often mistaken for a very strange shade of brown purely on reflex by most people. His eye and hair color are the result of a violent mutation, so the cyan color also extends to the rest of Gum's body hair as well (not that he has any yet being 13).

Besides his unusual eye and hair color Gum also possesses a long noodley prehensile cat tail, retractable claws on his hands and feet, and an additional pair of feline ears sticking up out the top of his head. The claws in his hands and feet are in proper proportion to the rest of his body, they're made of ultra hard keratin and appear white. His ears and tail are covered in the same cyan colored hair that covers his head.

Costume:

Normal Attire- Gum's casual every day clothes consists of a beige sweater, a brown wool knit cap, a pair of baggy cargo pants with a belt, and a worn sneakers that look like they're about to fall apart. This choice of clothes is half necessity and half practicality as his family doesn't have a lot of money to spend on clothes and he needs to keep people from seeing his feline features. The cap hides his 'other' ears and his cargo pants gives plenty of room to stuff his tail away.

'Adventure Attire'- When Gum wants to go out and do something mischievous, he changes his clothes into something more comfortable. A long sleeved black shirt he found in the trash, a pair of worn jeans with their knees worn out, and a pair of boots that have been cut up and lashed around his feet to make them fit. Adorning his knees and elbows are athletic pads he found in the trash and a black strip of cloth has been tied around his head to hide his mouth and obscure his facial features to a point. In his attire his ears are out and his tail sticks out the back of his jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Gum was born to Nicky and Richy Ballsworth. The two were a young couple who'd moved to Pacific Point to take advantage of the wealth of jobs and opportunity there. Nicky had just gotten her degree in bio chemistry and sought a job at one of the research labs in the city, all the while Richy wished to pursue a career in business and stock trading. For a time the two did very well and made enough money to live comfortably in a pretty nice apartment.

However in spite of their financial and career success, they had very little time to spend with their son Garfield, who was left with friends or at home all alone while they were at work. Even after they had a baby girl and had someone a home watching their kids regularly, it seemed like every time they turned their backs their son was getting into something. He had a habit of getting out of the house and getting into places he shouldn't, following around complete strangers like he was gum stuck to the bottom of their shoes.

It got to the point he began to call himself Gum and his parents wound up doing the same eventually out of habit. Then the economy took a nose dive. Nicky lost her job due to the mysterious shut down of the lab she worked at and Richy's stock predictions were thrown off and they lost a tremendous amount of money on the stock market. Richy fell into a deep depression, Nicky had to settle for working at a local chemical plant, and they had to move to a smaller apartment in a pretty bad neighborhood.

Despite making less money, Richy suffering from depression, and living in a crappy apartment, Gum was rather happy to have his parents around more often. Even though he didn't like how they began to scold and actively punish him for his stupid behavior, he did enjoy being able to come home after a horrible day at school and get a hug from his mom and dad.

After a particularly stupid stunt that involved make-shift fire crackers and one of his little sister's dolls, Gum was forced to help his mother volunteer at a local animal shelter. The place was run down and didn't get a lot of funding, worse yet some of the newer animals there had been injured by people effected by Doctor Diplodoc ludicrous scheme.

Doing what his mother asked Gum helped around the shelter as best he could before growing bored and wandering off to play with some of the animals. There was one animal in particular that stood out amongst the rest. A ratty, grey furred cat with strange almost human eyes. It squatted in it's cage radiating a foul temperament and constantly growling.

Gum, like everyone else, assumed it was just a cat and just like everyone else he was wrong. The feline was, or had once been, a human. Altered by Doctor D's serum to the point they no longer resembled or thought like anything human. As Gum opened the door of the creature's cage it reacted on instinct, leaping and sinking it's fangs into the young boy's arm.

The bite was surprisingly deep and shortly after returning home Gum began to grow ill. Before Nicky could take Gum to a hospital a vicious riot broke out on their street that kept them from leaving their home. During this time Gum grew increasingly sick, experiencing strange and sudden pains all over his body, vomiting and defecating uncontrollably, before gaining a frightening temperature and going temporarily blind.

By the time the riots had ended and they were able to take him to a hospital, Gum had physically changed. His hair had turned a strange blue color, his eyes were a dark maroon, and he'd grown claws, a tail, and another set of ears. Fearful of having her killed by radicals, Nicky didn't take him to the hospital and had Gum hide his new features. Calling in a few favors, Nicky managed to run some tests and found out her son had been infected with a wildly mutated strain of toxoplasmosis which had either activated a power he already had as a result of the domes or somehow contaminated him with a substance similar to Doctor D's serum.

Whatever the case Gum was a meta human.

As his mother struggled with what to do about her son's mutation, Gum has been experimenting and enjoying his new features. Lately he's been teasing the idea of using his new found 'powers' to become a super hero...

Hero Type: Acrobat
Power Level: B. City Level
Powers:
-Animal Characteristics-

Cat Ears: Alongside his regular ears Gum has a set of feline ears on top of his head. These ears have a greater sensitivity than his human ears and allow him to hear frequencies and noises that would otherwise be impossible for a human to detect.

Cat Claws: Retractable claws are present on Gum's fingers and toes. They are in proper proportion with his body and while not overly long or any sharper than a natural claw would be, they are still very useful as natural weapons.

Cat Tail: Gum has a long, cat like tail with fur matching his now cyan colored hair. While obtrusive at times and often complicates wearing pants, his new tail gives him an incredible sense of balance. On top of that he also has great control over it, able to move it and coil it around things.

Cat Eyes: While Gum's eyes didn't change to match that of a cat's externally, they changed just enough inside that he gained a similar type of low-light vision to what felines possess. This effectively gives allows him to see in the dark, giving him a significant advantage at night or in poorly lit areas.

-Regenerative Healing-
Gum's immune system and the rate at which his body recovers from injuries was enhanced as an additional side effect of the toxoplasmosis strain that mutated his body. What would normally take weeks to heal now only take a matter of days and otherwise crippling injuries now heal with no noticeable loss in body capability or motor function.

-Enhanced Physical Abilities-
Gum's strength, speed, agility, and reaction times have been enhanced beyond those of a normal human being. They're minor compared to other super powered individuals but they grant high greater suitability and capability for someone his age.

Attributes:

Height: 5'5
Weight: 98 pounds
Strength Level: 10
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 30
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human
Agility: 5X
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses: Gum isn't even a proper teenager yet. He's a young boy with the powers of a glorified house cat. Against most enemies he's outclassed in ability, skill, and size. The boy's tenancy to act on his emotions without taking the details of a situation into account leads to very rash decision making, and a penchant for inappropriate responses and retribution.
Supporting Characters:
Mother (Nicky)- Always working, always worrying.
Father (Richy)- Stays at home, sleeping most of the time.
Little Sister (Annalis)- Young, annoying, terrifyingly intelligent for a girl her age.
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Sample Post:
(Note: Not actually canon. This is written purely as a description of my writing style.)

Pacific Point- Siftroot Apartment 101

In a small apartment, in the center of an even smaller room, was a bundle of blankets in the center of a tattered bed. The blankets shifted and moved with the breathing of the being inside of it which slept peacefully, quietly, even as minutes began to roll by like seconds. Slowly the digital dials of the nearby bedside alarm clock began to roll up until, with a soft mechanical click, the radio began to speak.

"H-hi this is Pacific Point Radio and I'm your host, B-blot. Your old host-uh, Jeff, was in a tragic accident yesterday. And by tragic accident I mean a man claiming to be a 'Hound of Humanity' broke into the studio, cut off Jeff's face, and threw it out the window into oncoming traffic saying he was an abomination. So here I am, sitting at a desk still covered in dried blood wondering when they're going to find Jeff's face, and ready to give you the morning news"

The cocoon of blankets pulsed and a small arm reached out towards the radio. It's finger smashed down into the snooze button, sharp milky white claws jutting out of the fingertips from the force, but the radio continued to play.

"Uh, well there's not a lot to report honestly. A few of the Neo Seattle Seahawks were killed in a car accident, and apparently there's going to be a meteor shower tonight-which we won't see because we live in the city."

Slamming on the radio several times with clawed finger tips the hand pulled back and braced against the head as a head popped out from beneath the covers.

Garfield Ubally Miller Ballsworth, or Gum as he'd been determined to call himself, glowered at the alarm clock as the warmth he'd collected in his personal little nest was sucked from his face by the frigid room. He stood up, determined to smite the cheap electronic contraption for waking him up, but as soon as the rest of his body was exposed to the frigid air of the room all desire to do anything was sucked from his soul.

"So there you have it folks. This day is starting with 1981's Mike Post's forgotten hit "Believe or Not", because believe it or not that naked man made off with more then just Jeff's face..."

Breathing a visible sigh of defeat, Gum waddled over to the full length mirror beside his bed and looked at himself as music from the radio began to play...

Look at what's happened to me,

I can't believe it myself.

Suddenly I'm up on top of the world,

It should've been somebody else!

A young boy of thirteen stared back at Gum with narrowed maroon eyes. He had a brilliant head of cyan colored hair, short but perky feline ears sticking up out of his skull like Halloween decorations, and a long thinly furred tail that swiveled and shook in the freezing air of his bedroom. Had he not woken up to the sight a dozen times since his illness, Gum would have assumed a stranger was staring back at him from the mirror.

He couldn't help but grin as he saw himself not wondering for a second what the future held for him. He didn't know what he'd changed, if the changes had stopped, or what would happen if people outside his family knew he'd changed.

Any other boy would have had fear begun to breed inside him, but Gum only smiled as the music from the radio swelled. He looked out the window as the morning sun began to peak out from behind horizon. Orange rays illuminated Pacific Point, his city, the home he'd always known and now felt he could 'save' with his powers.

And he would save this city. Save the whole world! All it would take was a little time, a lot of bravery, and most importantly-

"Gum? Gum! Are you awake yet? You're going to be late for school!"

A day off.

[Afro Samurai]

Pantheon

Character you have created: Hassan Amim
Alias: Pantheon
Speech Color: Yellow.
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: He does what is necessary to achieve whatever his goal may be at the time. Ethics and morals tend not to have a bearing on how he acts insofar as they will not restrict an act he deems necessary. If anything, the only thing that drives him is autonomy.

Uniform/costume:

Pre-transformation

Post-transformation

Origin

Origin Info/Details: Magic’s true depths are dark and unknown. Hassan was always one for destroying limits—his disdain for them born out of the legalism of his religious sentiments. It was not that he did not believe, but he often questioned the necessity of such restrictions. Part of him even wondered if they were arbitrary. Regardless of his personal thoughts, he saw results. Religion kept people in line, and kept them from hurting one another (for the most part). Magic? Magic was entirely different; it had limits, sure, but those could be tested at one’s own risk.

He was a natural, literally. A born magician, formally called a homo-magi. He already understood mystical boundaries, but he cared not for upholding them. To this end, he employed his sister—fellow homo magus—to teach him. He learned quick, and soon he was fully immersed in mystical rituals, rites, histories, and lore. Yet, of all the magic he had studied, there were dark entities, witches, and mages out there who far exceeded anything Hassan could have imagined. The same hidden powers that pervaded over the world in which he lived were also tethered to him.

Deep in the recesses of his mind lies an untapped power; a physically manifested entity of his lineage's collective conscious, knit together by his ancestors' various and deep forays into the mysterious and mystic. Every child born to the Amim line (one select male and female of a single generation) possess this entity locked away, deep within themselves. When unlocked through the realization of a heroic (and even villanous) trait of any kind, they gain access to a mighty titan of legend. He is a collection of the work of enchanters, elementalists, loremasters, and arcane specialists stretched over several hundred years--known only to his family as Pantheon.

Hero Type: Brick/Mystic
Power Level: City (as normal homo magi)
World (when transformed).

Powers: Mythic Transformation Physiology: When fully and permanently brought forth from the depths of his mind, Hassan gains the abilities of a mystical entity into which he can transform. His transformation, once complete, cannot be undone.
As Hassan

Astral Projection: Hassan can enter the astral plane and travel through it—this is his primary means of travelling to the various mystical realms (Olympus, Asgard, etc) within the universe. If his body is killed while his soul is in the astral plane, he will be in limbo until he can find a new body. If one is not found within several hours, his body will die and his spirit will remain in the Astral Plane forever.

Wards: He can cast various defensive spells around himself and others.

Illusions: He can cast powerful illusions for varying effects. Whether these illusions simply warp the space around a victim or whether these illusions have a direct effect on the victim’s mind are random.

As Pantheon

Mystical Knowledge: Even without the powers of his transformation, Hassan is a knowledgeable magi and has extensive knowledge of a wide range of spells from incantations, runes, tomes, enchantments, the like. When transformed, this mystical knowledge is enhanced several times over and grants Hassan an almost inexhaustible grasp on higher levels of magic.

Supernatural Strength: As Pantheon, Hassan gains strength leagues beyond that of a normal human and even superior to enhanced humans in some respects. The upper limits of his strength are unknown as of right now. Lifting trucks, bulldozers, semi-trucks, large buildings, and most other natural objects are no issue for him.

Supernatural Speed: When transformed, Hassan is a blur. He can keep up with some low tier speedsters, and while not quite fast enough to break the speed of light, his ability to transverse a given space in a matter of seconds is impressive.

Supernatural Durability: Pantheon can take hits form the mightiest of foes. He can survive falls from several thousand feet, his dense muscles make him nigh-immovable even if acted upon by a substantial natural force (a speeding car hitting him.) He can trade blows with world-class heroes and villains without issue and can even hold out against low-tier cosmic-level people as well, though he will be felled quickly if he ever encountered such a being. He can withstand extreme explosions and still get back up with little harm done.

Supernatural Healing: Pantheon regenerates lost limbs, heals small, major, and minor wounds in seconds, and if he so happens to be blown to bits, let us say, then he can heal his entire body back together in several days.

Energy Conversion: Bestowed with the power to harness magical energy in many forms, Pantheon can convert said magical energies into natural energies for an assortment of purposes—he can also convert natural energies into magical energies.

Nigh-Invulnerability: Conventional weapons do not harm him. Toxins, diseases, resins, poisons, none of these have an effect on him. He has strong mystical defenses against mental intrusion and other psionic attacks. Life-force draining is an effective measure against him, but even this requires a powerful retainer of such an ability for it to cause great harm to him. He is not invincible, however. Anyone with sufficient ability in any given area can bypass his invulnerability as it is not total immunity.

Extreme Magical Resistance: Lower forms of magic, and even well practiced magic from low-tier magicians have no effect on him. Higher levels of magic (those done by cosmic entities or mages with decades of experience) are able to damage him to great effect. His resistance can be fully overcome by one who possesses absolute magical abilities/reality warping powers or one with supreme magical ability/focus. His resistance also falters against natural-born magic beings (fairies, gnomes, trolls, etc.)

Flight: Standard. Pantheon can fly up to several hundred miles an hour—he flies much faster than he runs.

Teleportation: Using the mystical lightning of this alter-ego, Pantheon can transverse himself near-instantly across a single plane. He cannot teleport across the States, and the longest recorded distance of his teleportation stretches for four miles. He cannot teleport anywhere outside of Earth, at present. He does suffer from the usual drawbacks of teleportation (nausea, disorientation, vomiting).

Magical Element Control: As a homo-magi, he can evoke the use of several different kinds of spells to alter natural and mystical properties. Stilled in his conscious via an sustained mythical connection with the consciousness' of his ancestors who also possessed the magical entity within Hassan, Pantheon can control mystic lightning to be used for healing, summoning it for offensive or defensive purposes, and it is the means by which he teleports.

Attributes

Height: 5’10 (normal); 6’7 (transformed)
Weight: 196 (normal) Unknown (transformed)
Strength Level: Normal Human (as human), 100+ - Unknown (transformed)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal human, 100+
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, 5 hours.
Agility: Normal Human, x20.
Intelligence: Genius, Super-Genius.
Fighting Skill: Trained, Mastered.

Resources: Large, Extreme

Weaknesses: Can be killed while in Astral form, can be greatly harmed by strong users of magic. Is not immune to reality warping abilities and can be phased out of existence.

Supporting Characters:

Bibi Amim – mother (with whom he lives, does the cooking and cleaning and assuring of her son’s mental health)
Shati Amim - cousin (also lives with him, high school teenager over whom Hassan watches)
Rahna Amim - sister; (older than Hassan by a half decade, Hassan confides in her and it is from her that he gets his magi traits.)

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Sample Post:

A silence crushed the desert air. He had travelled in sweltering heat for two days. There was no food in sight; his grey cloak shrouded every inch of his being. There was no cane to complete the telling garb, unfortunately. A person is inclined to renounce all belief and curse any deities he believes in should he be without food and water long enough. He begins to wonder if anything is real. Hope sprang! A well. Before him was freedom from this torture, at least it would be if this was not an arbitrary mystical quest to achieve some arbitrary mystical item for a group of angry and forgotten Old Gods.

A mirage, of course. There was no way he was going to survive long in this climate. The heat soared and did not stop until the animals themselves were nowhere to be found. Heatwaves lashed against his sand-olden skin. That’s when he saw it; his sister called it an ‘apparition’ not a magical entity per se, but a vision of one’s hopes and dreams. They were not ‘beacons’ of hope, they had no moral leanings whatever—they were simply there to deliver a message. What message? That all depends on what one envisions. He had never seen an apparition and so he also had never heard one speak until now:

“Hassan, they have a new task for you.”
”Now?”
“Yes, now. I advise you brace yourself.”
”What do y—“

Hassan was struck with a bolt of lightning and found himself in an abandoned shack. A circle of hooded figures surrounded him. A bearded one spoke,

“We’ve watched you for some time.” His voice was deep, a sage. Of the circle of beings, the voice that resonated from this hood had a stern cadence—the ends of his sentences punctuated with superiority. It helped that his robes had tints of white imprinted on the cloth, he stood out above others. Then a lady spoke.

“Here is your task. You will take this— “what looked to be a golden ring with black trim “—and keep it with you at all times. Through it, you will call on us and we will answer you.”

Call on them? Why would he need to call on them? And why was he ‘chosen’ by these. . . people to carry out tasks for them? It must be some sort of joke. A faulty projection? He closed his eyes and opened them again in hopes that all of this would be some kind of mystic rouse. It wasn’t—he really was trapped in an abandoned warehouse with some knock off Illuminati figures. Then it clicked. These were the Old Gods. They were bestowing him with the last vestiges of their power.

Then he threw up in the bathroom toilet. He and Jack Daniels never worked together well, he should have just stuck with orange juice like he planned—and why wouldn’t they turn that music down? By Allah, he hated house parties.