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

[Kaithas]

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

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

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

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

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

Uniform/costume:


Like this, but without the symbol. And the electricity. This would just be a bad situation for him, really.

Outside of costume:


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

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

He should’ve died.

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

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

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

Maybe.

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

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

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

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

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Slightly above normal. He can go really fast by kicking off of a building, but his reaction time is still only that of a professional athlete and limits his actual speed.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: He’s never really hit his max, but he figures he could go for an hour? His body’s pretty good at this stuff. When operating at regular superhuman levels, practically unlimited until he needs sleep.
Agility: 5x or higher, depending on how much collateral damage you’re willing to allow.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: Average

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

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

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes. See above.

Sample Post

“Again!”

Rick’s eye twitched as he looked across the table at his tormentor. His muscles were taut, mind focused. Adrenaline was coursing through him. Everything depended on this moment. All his training was leading up to this. On his strength. On his control. He could scarcely feel the burning in his arms that had been dominating his thoughts. He could do it, he knew it. It would take all his willpower, but he could do it.

The woman across the table, on the other hand, was incredibly lackadaisical. He towered over her, probably almost weighed two and a half times what she did. But she insisted on this drill, day after day. Drills weren’t supposed to be dangerous, they were preparatory. For danger. Later. Later danger. Not now. But failing this one had grave consequences. Rick’s brown eyes moved from her to the object of his distress, the single object that could cause fear in the heart of even the bravest hero.

It was a teacup.

An antique teacup.

Grandma Martinez’s antique teacup.

“C’mon, big man,” Teresa goaded, his sister’s quiet voice taking on a teasing tone. “Pick up the cup, if you’re so strong. Best not break it, it’s part of a matching set.”

He didn’t know where the demon had found it, but he wished his strength could match the stealth and cunning of someone so iniquitous and prone to villainy. Sitting there, looking at her nails like nothing mattered. He growled, reaching out with his pointer and thumb like a toy crane, where the prize was not getting guilted for the rest of his natural life by Grandma Martinez and her ghost. His hand hesitantly went down, gently touched the edge of the cup--even the bare graze sent it wobbling--he flinched, resisted snapping his hand forward to try to catch it.

Refocused.

Tried again.

Gently touched the edge of the teacup, grasping it in the softest of grips, then picked it up gingerly. Rick’s hand slowly went back down, then he looked over at his sister as she let out a deep breath when it finally contacted the table.

“Good job! I was going to boil too if you broke that,” she said, grinning. “Getting there, Ricky. Tomorrow we try with eggs. I’m gonna throw one at you for each one you break. Best not get egg on your face.”

“Your puns are the actual worst. Worse than my jokes, and that’s sayin’ something.” The superhero known as Collateral collapsed back in his chair, wiping sweat off his forehead. He had to find a less risky way of getting back fine motor control.

[Aufklarung]

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NAME

Giacinto Luna

ALIAS

Moonlander
L'Occhio Lunare

COLOR

Forest Green

ALIGNMENT

Hero

IDENTITY

Secret

PERSONALITY

Beneath his many undiagnosed neuroses, born from a lifetime under the influence of a capricious celestial entity, Giacinto is a soft, gentle soul driven by a mixture of compassion and curiosity. Despite his skittish, reclusive demeanour and whimsical habits, he carries within a lot of well-intentioned playfulness and enthusiasm. He loves helping people even if he sometimes suffers the burden of being Moonlander.

As Moonlander, he lacks the gritty cynicism of many other private detectives, but nevertheless takes his work seriously. That said, though he does not have a specific, reasoned moral code that he abides by, there is nothing Machiavellian or coldhearted about his methods. There are lines he has not and will not cross, even to save himself.

Although he is a very solitary, socially awkward creature, seldom leaving his warm, comfy sanctuary in the countryside for anything other than a new mystery, he does find his own peculiar ways to bond with others. Even if he does not socialize much, he makes up for it with kind gestures from a distance. And while he is not the sort of person who tells jokes on purpose, his placid amenity constantly leads to him becoming part of a joke by accident.

In short, he is a bit of a smol bean.

COSTUME

Moonlander has no costume yet. Most of his cases have allowed him to have minimal contact with regular people, giving him little reason to disguise himself. And since he rarely gets in physical confrontations, he has no need for armour. Most of the time, he wears his regular clothes, a combination of old dark trousers and even older light-coloured sweaters. If necessary, he covers his face with some improvised mask. Even his neighbours are not entirely sure what his face looks like anyway. The only consensus among them is that he has long dark hair and brown eyes. This may change in the future, however, now that his attention is being drawn to Lost Haven.

ORIGIN

Many strange, fantastical things have long been said to occur under the influence of the night sky, be they full moons, meteor showers or lunar eclipses. In a world were the absurd and the surreal often seem to reign supreme, the Moon has often been blamed for much of it, whether it is birthing werewolves and other such horrors or giving witches and Satanists the dark energies needed to perform their terrible rituals. Even the least supernaturally minded amongst flat-earthers have their own grievances with the pale celestial object, accusing it of being a deceitful projection of the New World Order which exists solely to conceal its inexistence and that of the curvature of the Earth.

Most such accusations made against the Moon are, in fact, true. Where the Sun is a warm, nurturing force of Nature, one which directs the orderly ebb and flow of normal life on Earth, the Moon is a mischievous entity, an obstinate disorganizer of life. It is very much the celestial mother of all things unexplainable. Every illogical mystery, every bizarre phenomenon that seems to appear ex nihilo, can often be traced back to her influence. This is specially true in the dark-sky regions of the world, those where her cool, playful light is unimpeded by the overwhelming artificial lights of modernity.

The scholars and mystics who deal in such matters have long debated as to the nature of moonlight's power. Is it the manifestation of a personal divinity or an impersonal magical phenomenon? Is it supernatural at all, or perhaps merely an issue of astrophysics waiting to be scientifically explained? Some have even dared to suggest that it may all be entirely psychosocial, a collective imposition of meaning onto an inanimate object.

This is all, of course, self-indulgent philosophical filler. The Moon just is, and even the use of the verb 'is' is a bit pretentious for her tastes. Anybody who tries to explain her essence, if she has any, is not even barking at the wrong tree, because the tree probably does not even exist.

What is irrefutably true and real is that Giacinto Luna was born bathed in moonlight, at least figuratively speaking. There was a full moon shining from above during the fateful night of his birth, and his parents lived in a villa in rural Italy, in what would years later be officially recognized as a dark-sky community. And there might have been a moon-related pagan ritual involved in the delivery.

Though there was nothing necessarily supernatural to the whole affair, most mystics would have agreed that the newborn was asking for it. And his coincidentally fitting surname was the cherry on top.

As a child, Giacinto was a sweet but anxious little thing, prone to speaking of odd, incomprehensible things with a lovable lisp. A compulsive daydreamer and a prodigy in equal parts, he developed a precocious interest in metaphysics, astronomy and psychoanalysis as he struggled with hallucinations and night terrors. His parents, both of them art historians, nurtured his growing list of unconventional habits and obsessions, and even included him in some of their own. He learned how to read from books about space travel and Renaissance sculpture, and bewildered the other children with his pointed questions about life, the Universe and everything. He even made some good friends out of those who were morbidly curious about him by teaching them about Buddhist philosophy.

Giacinto's life was not truly normal as he neared adolescence, but it was still mostly tethered to reality. The world outside of his dreams made sense, it had a logic to it. And when he felt like letting go, he would spend his late nights bathing in the moonlight in his parents' garden, unknowingly absorbing the gift of the Moon.

Then came adolescence, and with it came a wave of tumultuous change. The Moon had come to fulfill her end of the bargain he had unwittingly made the day of his birth. For what humans referred to as the dark-sky places of the world were, in fact, part of an vast, long-forgotten nocturnal nation: the Moonlands. And Giacinto, with his family name and the circumstances of his birth, was now one of its citizens.

There were no peer-reviewed papers or books to explain this, nor were there any manuals to help him figure out why his daydreams had become more vivid and specific. No psychotherapist could explain why he felt like he had an unnaturally strong grasp of the meaning and function of all his dreams and nightmares. And despite their best efforts, which included a lot of road trips to Roman ruins and obscure museums, his parents could not comprehend why he spoke of nonsensical events and people they had never heard of.

What no regular book could tell, and what Giacinto was forced to discover all on his own, was that he was not just a child of the Moonlands, but that he had been given a very specific purpose in the chaotic system of life in the surreal world. He was a lunar paradox, someone so innately attuned to the nocturnal and the surreal, by virtue of his bond to the Moon, that his individual identity was but a fragment of a larger, disjointed totality. A totality that included the identities of other Moonlanders in other places and times, and which allowed him to know and to comprehend the secret kaleidoscopic irrationality of the world that most humans could not even perceive.

In other words, Giacinto Luna had been given the weirdest superpower he had ever heard of: the power of knowing the stuff that was, by definition, unknowable.

After enduring a months-long existential crisis and even dabbling in comic books to give this new dimension of his life some meaning, Giacinto eventually returned to a semi-regular existence as a gentle, sensitive but chronically anxious and eccentric loner. He kept a precious few friends, most of them stoners, got his heart broken twice before he even knew he was in love, and graduated with honors. Then his early adulthood as a college student began.

Unbeknownst to his loved ones, however, the young Moonlander was beginning to experiment. His curiosity and kind heart led to him testing out his lunar awareness by anonymously helping people affected by surreal phenomena and, occasionaly, totally regular nocturnal crimes. In doing so, he quickly made a name for himself as Moonlander, a secretive private detective who specialized in the absurd. All the while, he acquainted himself with the other fragments of his identity. That was how he came to form a close personal bond with Tian Yazhu, Nicholas La Follette and Yuzuru Murakami, Moonlanders from different times and places who, by coincidence or design, had formed part of Giacinto's orbit. Through their friendship, he learned how to work beyond the confines of his little corner of the real world, and how to control the worst of his awareness, lest it drove him genuinely mad.

Excited by his findings and heartened by the good he was doing as Moonlander, Giacinto finished his formal studies in almost record time, leaving behind a trail of exhausted study partners and an obscene amount of student debt. As much as he had enjoyed the university life, the lion's share of his enthusiasm belonged to his far less traditional vocation. With the money he made as Moonlander, he bought himself a small, cozy home in the countryside and a used van to take him on his adventures.

So far, Giacinto has had very little interest in working beyond the confines of Europe. Even though he has come to terms with having a superpower of sorts, he is not yet willing to acknowledge himself as a superhero or anything of the sort. He feels no kinship with the masked vigilantes from across the Atlantic and does not involve himself in the constant superhuman troubles that affect American cities like Lost Haven. But with the recent arrival of a series of anonymous letters to his doorstep, that may be about to change...

HERO TYPE

Other
According to Giacinto's home-made glossary of the surreal world, a lunar paradox is an object or being that, because of the Moon's influence, does not experience its own existence as a singular individual, but rather as the center of a larger totality, comprised of multiple juxtaposed beings, objects and even forces, often from multiple times and spaces. For a sapient being, being a lunar paradox is like living in a dream that is somehow both an incoherent mess of fragmented realities and a meaningful all-encompassing dream. In other words, Moonlander is not just Giacinto, but rather an amalgamation of multiple perspectives that contains Giacinto's own identity at its core.

POWER LEVEL

Street Level (Actual)
World Level (Potential)

POWERS

LUNAR AWARENESS
If the real world is like human consciousness, then the surreal world is like the human unconscious. It is a structure, a language, a cluster of repressed aspects of the real, which exists mostly hidden from our perception. Its occasional material manifestations are unintelligible to most, but not to the Moonlander. He is aware of the surreal, attuned to its secret functions like no other human is. He can push past the veil that separates it from the real and find meaning in its dreamlike juxtapositions and non sequiturs. Though he has not yet learned to manipulate the power of the Moon, his innate bond with it allows him to interpret this other world's movements, interact with it and even traverse it. He is all but immune to illusions and hypnosis, and can trace most unconscious phenomena to their physical source.

LUNAR CONJURATION
Giacinto is not a mage, a wizard, a warlock, a sorcerer nor an enchanter. He was not born with a natural gift for casting spells ex nihilo, nor did he train under a wise old master who cultivated in him a talent for magic. However, years of experimentation with the strange world of lunar absurdities has taught him how to perform a variety of complicated little rituals, rituals which allow him to manipulate some nocturnal forces in a small way. Lunar conjuration is, like the Moon herself, a very capricious art. Its fundamentals are opaque, its methods seem arbitrary at best and its results tend to be very delicate, ethereal and borderline useless. The rituals Giacinto has been able to reproduce so far are very time-consuming and precarious, very easy to mess up even during the most auspicious phases of the Moon. Generally, he only uses lunar conjuration as a way to enhance his senses, reveal the hidden properties of evidence he finds in his cases, or summon the help of a fragment of his lunar paradox.

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT 1,72 m
WEIGHT 58 kg
STRENGTH Normal Human
SPEED Normal Human
ENDURANCE Normal Human
AGILITY Normal Human
INTELLIGENCE Genius
FIGHTING SKILL Untrained
RESOURCES Average

WEAKNESSES

A Moonlander is still human and mortal. Giacinto can die just as easily as any regular person.

Also, although he is immune to illusions and hypnosis, he is vulnerable to his own lunar awareness. If he ever slipped too far into the irrational juxtapositions that comprise that secret world, he could well lose his sanity.

He also suffers from a growing addiction to magic mushrooms and blueberry shortcake laced with LSD, both of which he first tried back in college.

SUPPORTING CHARACTERS

TIAN YAZHU, a core fragment of his paradox. A warrior, scholar and mystic from the dying days of the Han dynasty.
NICHOLAS LA FOLLETTE, a core fragment of his paradox. A carpenter and werewolf from mid-19th century Appalachia, turned by a Confederate werewolf during the Civil War.
YUZURU MURAKAMI, a core fragment of his paradox. An astronomy prodigy from the not so distant future.
HUA ZHEN, also known as Moonbreaker. A scholar and mystic from the dying days of the Han dynasty and rival to Tian Yazhu, who famously sought to tear the Moon down from its heavenly abode.

[thatguy]

Speed Demon

Character you have created: Victor Donovan

Alias: Speed Demon

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

Character Alignment: Walking The Line

Identity: Secret

Personality

Character Personality: Before his life became a living Hell, he was a normal young man trying to balance going to college to get a degree in medical sciences with a job as a bike messenger, and trying to help out his cancer stricken single mother and two younger siblings a brother and a sister who are in high school. He was just trying to skate through life, though growing up with a single mother he learned to respect women and to be chivalrous and he despised the kind of men who would walk out on their family. When he’s around family, he acts as the patriarch of the household which is perceived differently by each of them and when he’s arounds the few friends that he has the time for in his hectic life, they would describe him as the best person they knew, even with all the weight on his shoulders.

With everything going on in his life, he is excellent at being able to multi-task, an example would be taking his mother to the oncologist to get her daily dose of chemo, working on his homework, ordering Chinese for dinner and then scrounging up some cash with a messenger job within a couple of hours. What little down time he does have, he spends it at his school’s track team, and while one would expect him to take a leadership position in this endeavor, he gladly just folds into the pack, letting his mind wander while he runs at his meets. When it comes to believing in a higher power, Victor wants to believe in anything that would let his mother go to a peaceful and happy place after she passes away, and every night before going to sleep, he tries to pray to anything that would listen.

Unfortunately, he lately has been feeling like his prayers have fallen on deaf ears, and if he ever got the chance to meet his maker then he made himself an internalized vow that he would give it a piece of his mind, and he sees all the suffering that other people go through, it makes him want to swear off religion all together some days. Victor is always a talk it out kind of guy when a situation arises, but if someone were to insult any aspect of his life then Hell hath no fury than an overworked young man, and he would let his fists and frustrations fly with how much he is balancing on the knife’s edge.

Uniform/costume:

Origin

Origin Info/Details: Victor is the hard working, and extremely responsible son of a once beautiful teenage mother who was on track to being an actress with many promising opportunities, but a one night stand with a self proclaimed bad boy and drummer to a garage band drummer changed their lives drastically. Victor watched as a young boy his home life slowly burn to the ground after his parents had two more kids by the time that Victor was five, and on his sixth birthday he watched in tears as his parents had last argument and his father stormed out of his life. Something clicked in him that day though, and instead of worrying about himself, he started a new life of taking care of his now helpless mother and infant brother and sister.

Every day he would come home from elementary school by riding his bike like a big kid to his home in the rough part of the neighborhood because it was difficult for his mother find work and a reliable sitter, then he would do his homework while fixing dinner with his mother for the family. Then as soon as he was old enough, he got a job delivering newspapers by bike and became the patriarch of his family and outside of track meets and sleep, all of his time became consumed by the needs of others before himself. Then he got his lucky break after being scouted at a track meet for a really good school, but it took a great amount of convincing from his mom and younger siblings that they could survive without him, the irony would rear it’s ugly head later when during his sophomore year of college his mother called him with news that she had found out she had breast cancer.

Victor tried to take the news in stride, cherishing every day he had with his family, even helping his mother with the oncology visits, but a year into the treatments and they got the news that the cancer had spread. Victor, who had been the praying type when he was younger, finally found his breaking point in life and at the communal church at the hospital, he made an angry, hurtful plea with every fiber of his being to anybody who would listen. At first, he was alone in his anger, but then several people in strange garbs walked into the church, one was a man of Egyptian heritage who walked with a cane, another was an elderly man wearing a horned crown, another old man but this one had a missing eye and had two crows on his shoulders, then a younger man came into the room wearing nothing but a robe and a set of golden sandals with tiny wings on them, a man of Polynesian descent, and native American dressed in traditional garb. Individually these were Amun, the Egyptian God of Creation and The Wind, Enlil, the ancient Sumerian God of breath, Odin, the All Seeing Father of Norse tales, the Greek God Hermes, the Hawaiian God of wind and forgiveness La’a Maomao, and Epigishmog the North American Spiritual Being of the west winds and ultimate destiny.

At first Victor had no idea who these strange men were, and as they made him uncomfortable in his anger he tried to leave the church, but upon going through the door to get back to the hospital, he was transported back to his seat. Thinking this to be a dream, Victor tried again and again to leave the church, only to find that he was always transported back to his seat, and finally gave up on his thousandth time and he looked at the gathered men who had been silent all this time until Odin finally spoke. While Victor was under the impression that the Gods had forsaken and ignored him his entire life, they had actually been silently watching him, putting him through the trials and watching him pass as best that he could.

The trials Odin explains, were a test to judge a necessary individual who would be the protector of humanity against a threat even the gathered Gods couldn’t take on, all they could do was seal it in a pocket dimension and the key to that prison was someone who could bare the responsibility, and so they found Victor. At first Victor denied that any of it was real, until Amun speaks up and tells him that the cancer in his mother’s breasts is the manifestation of this ancient evil, known as The Being Of True Torture in English being the most easily pronounceable. Victor realized that he hadn’t said anything about his mother, other than the anger filled prayer that he had earlier, and then came to the realization that these were indeed Gods, and everything he had been through was at one of their faults.

So in mid thought about lashing out and attacking them for everything he had gone through, the native American spiritual being sat him back down and told him that it was his destiny, and that they could give him all the time in the world with his family if he agreed to be the key to The Being’s prison. Victor thought for a moment and asked the question that was really burning inside him, and before he could ask, the spiritual being told him yes she will be in a peaceful place. So with a nod, they each place a palm on Victor’s body and a white light envelops the room.
As quickly as this had happened everyone had disappeared and left him alone, so he ran to his mother’s bedside, only to find that all that had transpired was actually real because nobody in the entire hospital, including his mother had moved an inch in the span of time it took for him to run the entirety of the ten story structure. That was seven months ago in normal human perception, to Victor though, that’s another story entirely…

Season 1/2 Summary: N/A

Hero Type Speedster

Powers

Power Level: World Level

Powers (Be Specific):
Super Speed- Victor can move at the speed of 1 Mile Per Yoctosecond, which is equal to a septillionth of a second

Accelerated Perception- Victor perceives everything in Super Speed Hell, almost infinitely stretched out moments in time

G-Force Adaption- Victor is immune to the effects that a speed like his would have on the human body

Aim Dodging- Victor can avoid any physical projectile attack that is below his own speed, for example he can dodge a bullet without even thinking about it, while a space probe the size and speed of Helios 2 would be moving slow enough for him to notice after awhile

Sensorimotor Synchrony- Victor’s mental processing ability matches the speed of his physical self, allowing him to think normally in Super Speed Hell

Temporal Perception Manipulation- Through physical contact, Victor can expand his abilities temporarily to one other person who doesn’t have super speed, unfortunately this puts a lot of strain on him, so he can only keep them in SSH for one real time second

Molecular Oscillation- When standing perfectly still, Victor can vibrate his molecules and phase through solid matter only a few inches thick, this ability doesn’t work as well with the liquid state of matter

Invisible Speed- Victor moves so fast that he is rendered invisible to the naked eye

Speed Clones- He can create after images of himself that act as physical clones, each one lasts 24 hours in real time, they have no special abilities of their own

Speed Clone Telepathy- He primarily uses his clones to speak to people in the normal frame of time, they act more like puppets for him to mentally manipulate, but he needs to be within a certain distance of them to work properly

Attributes

Attributes
Height: 5’11

Weight: 200 lbs

Strength: He is of average strength, able to lift about 100 pounds

Mobility: Victor can travel at 1 Mile Per Yochtosecond (or 1 septillionth of a second) continuously, when he stands still or lays down to sleep he is still moving at that exact speed

Intelligence: He is a college drop out, he was going to school to be in a surgical environment before his life changed

Fighting Skill: He is an untrained combatant initially

Resources: Minimal, initially

Weaknesses

Weaknesses:
He is not immune to someone who can predict his movements by reading his mind, or the mind of a Speed Clone which acts through him

He is not immune to those with Causality Perception based abilities

He cannot phase through liquid substances

He cannot phase through an electrical current

Outside of any speed based abilities, he is a normal human and comes pre-packaged with all the human weaknesses

He is susceptible to telepathy just like a normal human

Supporting Characters

Supporting Characters:
Abigail Donovan- His Mother, she is the one true person who knows him inside and out

Brian Donovan- Victor’s younger brother, with the disappearance of Victor, Brian had to step up and fill his shoes regrettably

Carolina Donovan- Victor’s younger sister, without a proper male role model, she’s been having a lot of boy trouble

Detective Wendy White- a detective at an inner city police precinct

Edward Donovan-Micheals- Victor’s deadbeat alcoholic father with a new family

Father Gregory- a catholic priest whom Victor communicates to about life in Super Speed Hell and trying to find a way to stay sane

Various other officers of the law, super criminals and regular criminals, and physicists who help him understand his abilities, all of whom will be described when introduced

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: This is my fancast idea for Victor

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.)

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January 1st 9am and one jiffy (3x10^24)- SUPER SPEED HELL
“Oh my god, oh my god what have I done? How do I stop this?” Victor said as he paced back and forth in his mother, Abigail’s hospital room, he rubbed his terrified face and glanced over at his frail looking mother who though she was only 40 years old, he could plain as day see and study every wrinkle in her tired face. “HOW DO I STOP THIS? WHAT DID I AGREE TO?!” He yelled up at the ceiling, directing his anger at the Gods who had just only recently showed up and seemingly answered his prayers. he looked desperately back at his mother and then at the clock on the wall which had not moved in the entire time he had run up and down the hospital trying to find someone, anyone with answers.

January 1st 9am and a few seconds- Normal Speed

Abigail’s tired blue eyes fluttered open after laying in her hospital bed for what felt like to her to be an hour, but in truth was hour of which, so she struggled to get up and with the help of her IV pole and heart rate monitor she feebly walked to the doorway. “Doctor?” she asked a nurse who walked past her, “is my doctor on his way?” she asked, her voice which was once melodic and lively when she was younger has now grown tired like it had been dragged through a lifetime of mud. “oh he’s going over your lab results,” the nurse said with a smile, “he should be in shortly,” she added as she helped Abigail back into bed and reset her IV bag, and when she turned around to walk out of the room she saw the same flutter of light but thought nothing of it.

SUPER SPEED HELL 9am and one yochtosecond (10^24)

Victor plopped down in the sofa after he started to hyperventilate, freaking out that he was going to be stuck in time like he was, “This… this is all my fault.” He said, clutching his chest and feeling his erratic heartbeat, he looked around the room and thought that maybe he could write a message to his mother to let her know what he was going through, and that she could talk him through it. “What would I even write?” Victor said with a disturbed laugh, but then a thought struck him, “what if it’s just like this at the hospital?” he said out loud, and then ran out to the nurse’s station and grabbed someone’s cellphone that was laying on the desk and as he grabbed it, it seemed as if the phone accelerated to the speed that he was at and he dialed his brother’s cell phone. “Come on, pick up, Brian” he spoke desperately.

Normal Speed- 9am and a few seconds

Brian Donovan was the younger, more mischievous brother of Victor’s and was still in high school though the grades he indicated that he wouldn’t be for very long, and he was just waking up to get ready for yet another boring day of school when his cell phone rang for just a second before it cut out. “Whatever,” he said, shrugging it off and getting up to go take a shower, and he banged on his sister’s door a few times to help her get up and stop moping about her latest boyfriend failure, he turned on some heavy rock on his phone before getting undressed and then his phone rang again, same way as before. “What the Hell, asshole?” he moaned and checked the number, which was one he didn’t recognize and without any expectations he called the number back to see what their deal was.

Super Speed Hell 9am and a dekajiffy (3x10^23)

“Gahh,” Victor grunted after he had tried to call his younger brother but that idea had quickly been a misfire, so he returned the cell phone to the desk and then plopped down in one of the nurses chairs and tried to think of another idea. “What the Hell am I supposed to do now?” he asked a nurse who was checking a patient’s charts, and he spun around in his chair and looked at all the other charts lined up along the wall representing all the people admitted. “Well it could be worse, you guys.” He let out a brief stress filled bit of laughter before getting up and thought about reading the charts with his limited medical knowledge to see what his unique perspective had to offer, almost unaware that this would be the start of his new life in this nearly eternally frozen in time Hell.

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