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

[Gowi]

CHRYSALIS

_{“I want to punish the guilty.”}

_{N A M E}

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Katherine Annabelle Königin

_{A G E}

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16

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Hero

_{A L I A S}

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Chrysalis

_{L O C A L E}

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Crescent City, California

_{T Y P E}

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Cosmic

_{L E V E L}

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City - World

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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Katherine Königin is a conventional girl who has always had people gravitate towards her but she can be described easily and rather straight forward in general— she’s a prototypical youthful teenager with long blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes, soft complexion, average height, and a modest physical appearance that is still in the teenaged years of development. But even taking that into account there is something else about her that most people don’t notice; a darker presence following her and perhaps one that has made her expressiveness dulled and give an appearance of someone who is very world weary despite her young age and generally bright demeanor. However as inherent as this is it is also one that sits beneath half-hearted smiles and a warm yet friendly aura.

When transformed into a magical being this facade is dropped completely as scowls, furrowed brows, and aggressive expressions follow Katherine into battle. The cosmic energy also changes her appearance as well as radiating a presence that negates any outlook that this white-haired girl has any similarities to Katherine Königin. Beyond this presence and cosmetic changes to her natural appearance her transformation also changes her to bear the traditional garb of the wards of the Celestials with long fantastical coats, scattered armaments, and regal embroidery. Her long hair that is generally kept long as Katherine is also tied up in a ponytail with a fantastical bonding stringing it all together.

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

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A few years ago, Katherine was the average girl from Crescent City— idealistic, cheerful, and optimistic. But in the time since the ever-smiling exterior of the teenaged woman has shifted into ingenuity; as if behind her now half-hearted smile exists a girl who is burdened by life and the consequences of the world she lives in. A case that is definitely true. In the present day, Katherine is more of a cynical realist who looks to everyone with a gaze of distrust and wary discontent. However, beyond her cynicism, angst, dread, and other pessimistic traits there is still the same person there was before her mother’s murder occurred in some part. Her confident bravado, sense of humor, and dedication to what she cares about is all still very present. Though some of these traits have been twisted by her experiences as a superheroine as evident by her streak of overbearing arrogance in not only her role as a protector but in her day-to-day mundane life. As she moves forward in her life she feels weary of her attachments to her “old self”; a fact that she reflects on daily as she remembers it was Katherine before the contract was the one who failed her mother and needed the powers she so desired that have burdened her since.

But despite the burdens placed upon her shoulders, she is not completely hopeless nor does she believe in that the world can be changed— she just has misgivings about who she is protecting and their own sinful souls that reside behind a facade of innocence; because there are few who are truly innocent. Even then, Katherine has sworn not only through her contract but to herself that she would protect others from a fate they don’t deserve, that senseless loss and death will not be accepted by her hands.

_{O R I G I N}

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By all appearances, the childhood of Katherine Königin was one of unremarkable mundanity— never could she imagine what sort of responsibilities would fall on her shoulders when she became sixteen years old and her life would begin to take a dramatic and extraordinary turn that would change everything she had ever known. Katherine was born in Crescent City only a few days after the bells of the new millennium rang and was raised by her parents in what could only be described as an “idyllic” environment in a upper middle class suburban neighborhood that had little strife and issues to speak of; a sort of perfection that Katherine and her friends would jokingly call plastic and fake for the majority of their childhood as they explored without worry of consequence. Despite this though Katherine was not naïve in her upbringing nor was she snobbish like many others in the neighborhood; a reality that was due in part to the parentage of her father, Detective Jonathan Konigin, who molded Katherine’s morals and ideals from the onset alongside his morally-inclined wife who worked as a nationally regarded medical practitioner and socialite.

But despite all of the “perfection” that existed in Katherine’s childhood, it wasn’t to last forever. Whilst at a High School theatrical production where Katherine played the lead role a tension began to fill the air and not one from her prospective performance but rather on what was to come that she couldn’t at the time possibly be aware of. This was also be significant as it was the first time she would cross paths with the celestial alien lifeform known as Queon, though she would write off such appearance as her imagining things until their first real meeting several weeks later. Harboring an interest in Katherine, Queon had found himself interested with the girl’s moral compass, cosmic potential, and the tragedy itself that had prevented her mother from attending the play— the tragedy that had prevented her mother from surviving a chance encounter with a man outside the hospital of which where she worked; a man that had driven a knife through her throat.

The loss of Dr. Priscilla Königin was one that drove a wedge in the consciousness of the family; not only because of the sudden loss of the optimistic and idealistic matriarch of the family but also the brutality and ruthlessness of the murder itself. Katherine was appalled by the vicious crime, her younger sister was shocked by the happening, and her father was furious— all understandable emotions to feel regarding the situation they had been forced to experience. Dedicated by solving his wife’s murder, Detective Jonathan Konigin worked around the clock to pick up the pieces through dedicated investigative police-work where he and his team of fellow homicide detectives and forensic scientists began putting together the pieces. Tracking everything back to a young eccentric Silicon Valley-type millionaire by the name of Patrick Wells the long process of arresting and proving the murder was on Wells’ hands became the principal issue as Wells’ lawyer had evidence thrown out as circumstantial, poked holes in the prosecution’s arguments, and cleverly fabricated evidence that “proved” Wells was innocent. The police worked faster and harder, but ultimately the case was thrown out as a mistrial due to several factors and the millionaire savant walked freely and smugly that he got away with it.

The victory of Patrick Wells is what caused Queon to appear before Katherine in the darkness of the night. It was here that the celestial being proposed several pragmatic questions as he explained to her what he was and why he was on the planet Earth— and why he needed Katherine’s help. And that is where Katherine’s story begins.

_{T A L E N T S}

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Celestial-imbued Physiology: The cosmic beings simply known as “Celestials” have been monitors of the universe since time immaterial and as such have taken wards of various species to be their guardians, sentinels, and wardens against various threats on a galactic level. As the ward of a celestial, Katherine is imbued with cosmic energy to become effectively superhuman. These abilities are vast and can be summed to various effects such as god-like strength, speed, endurance, reflexes, and restorative abilities.

• Superhuman Strength: Katherine’s strength level varies on her concentration, stamina, and endurance but ultimately it is safe to assume she is on par with what she tends to fight as a general rule. Her strength allows her to punch through concentrated steel, throw automobiles almost effortlessly, and possibly hold up at least two-hundred thousand tons of weight for a short duration of time.

• Heightened Reflexes: The cosmic energy that runs through Katherine has gained her heightened reflexes so she can react quicker and faster when dodging enemy attacks as well as perceiving situations around her more efficiently. While she doesn’t have a “sixth sense” or anything of the sort it is described that her predecessors could perceive monstrous attacks fast enough to react to dodge them.

• Levitation: Using the cosmic energy within her Katherine can levitate in the air giving the appearance of flight as well as move at various levels of speed when being imbued with enough energy to allow her to levitate— though the harder she pushes herself the more stress it will put on her.

• Healing Factor: Katherine can recover from various wounds after a time of recovery; though such restoration of her vitality cannot be achieved within her “active” form.

_{W E A K N E S S E S}

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While the abilities gained from being linked with a cosmic being have fundamentally given Katherine superhuman abilities it does come with several critical flaws, weaknesses, and limitations with most notably being that of her stamina and endurance as well as her mental state. In short Katherine is not invulnerable by any definition as a various amount of damage can be placed upon her by various effects— in the end she is still just an altered humanoid who can feel pain, bleed, and potentially die from exertions from other beings. Ultimately when her cosmic energy is depleted and her soul destroyed there will be no possibility of her recovering from any wounds.

_{C A S T}

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Queon of the Celestials: The cosmic being that Katherine made her contract with and her mentor in her newfound mission against the Abyssals.

[LeeRoy]

@nitemare shape
Hey you, yeah you.

I'm on the discord now, since I caved and finally downloaded it.

But uh, could you come on at some point to your leisure so we can discuss something?

[nitemare shape]

CHRYSALIS

_{“I want to punish the guilty.”}

_{N A M E}

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Katherine Annabelle Königin

_{A G E}

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16

_{A L I G N M E N T}

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Hero

_{A L I A S}

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Chrysalis

_{L O C A L E}

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Crescent City, California

_{T Y P E}

---

Cosmic

_{L E V E L}

---

City - World

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

---

Katherine Königin is a conventional girl who has always had people gravitate towards her but she can be described easily and rather straight forward in general— she’s a prototypical youthful teenager with long blonde hair and cerulean blue eyes, soft complexion, average height, and a modest physical appearance that is still in the teenaged years of development. But even taking that into account there is something else about her that most people don’t notice; a darker presence following her and perhaps one that has made her expressiveness dulled and give an appearance of someone who is very world weary despite her young age and generally bright demeanor. However as inherent as this is it is also one that sits beneath half-hearted smiles and a warm yet friendly aura.

When transformed into a magical being this facade is dropped completely as scowls, furrowed brows, and aggressive expressions follow Katherine into battle. The cosmic energy also changes her appearance as well as radiating a presence that negates any outlook that this white-haired girl has any similarities to Katherine Königin. Beyond this presence and cosmetic changes to her natural appearance her transformation also changes her to bear the traditional garb of the wards of the Celestials with long fantastical coats, scattered armaments, and regal embroidery. Her long hair that is generally kept long as Katherine is also tied up in a ponytail with a fantastical bonding stringing it all together.

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

---

A few years ago, Katherine was the average girl from Crescent City— idealistic, cheerful, and optimistic. But in the time since the ever-smiling exterior of the teenaged woman has shifted into ingenuity; as if behind her now half-hearted smile exists a girl who is burdened by life and the consequences of the world she lives in. A case that is definitely true. In the present day, Katherine is more of a cynical realist who looks to everyone with a gaze of distrust and wary discontent. However, beyond her cynicism, angst, dread, and other pessimistic traits there is still the same person there was before her mother’s murder occurred in some part. Her confident bravado, sense of humor, and dedication to what she cares about is all still very present. Though some of these traits have been twisted by her experiences as a superheroine as evident by her streak of overbearing arrogance in not only her role as a protector but in her day-to-day mundane life. As she moves forward in her life she feels weary of her attachments to her “old self”; a fact that she reflects on daily as she remembers it was Katherine before the contract was the one who failed her mother and needed the powers she so desired that have burdened her since.

But despite the burdens placed upon her shoulders, she is not completely hopeless nor does she believe in that the world can be changed— she just has misgivings about who she is protecting and their own sinful souls that reside behind a facade of innocence; because there are few who are truly innocent. Even then, Katherine has sworn not only through her contract but to herself that she would protect others from a fate they don’t deserve, that senseless loss and death will not be accepted by her hands.

_{O R I G I N}

---

By all appearances, the childhood of Katherine Königin was one of unremarkable mundanity— never could she imagine what sort of responsibilities would fall on her shoulders when she became sixteen years old and her life would begin to take a dramatic and extraordinary turn that would change everything she had ever known. Katherine was born in Crescent City only a few days after the bells of the new millennium rang and was raised by her parents in what could only be described as an “idyllic” environment in a upper middle class suburban neighborhood that had little strife and issues to speak of; a sort of perfection that Katherine and her friends would jokingly call plastic and fake for the majority of their childhood as they explored without worry of consequence. Despite this though Katherine was not naïve in her upbringing nor was she snobbish like many others in the neighborhood; a reality that was due in part to the parentage of her father, Detective Jonathan Konigin, who molded Katherine’s morals and ideals from the onset alongside his morally-inclined wife who worked as a nationally regarded medical practitioner and socialite.

But despite all of the “perfection” that existed in Katherine’s childhood, it wasn’t to last forever. Whilst at a High School theatrical production where Katherine played the lead role a tension began to fill the air and not one from her prospective performance but rather on what was to come that she couldn’t at the time possibly be aware of. This was also be significant as it was the first time she would cross paths with the celestial alien lifeform known as Queon, though she would write off such appearance as her imagining things until their first real meeting several weeks later. Harboring an interest in Katherine, Queon had found himself interested with the girl’s moral compass, cosmic potential, and the tragedy itself that had prevented her mother from attending the play— the tragedy that had prevented her mother from surviving a chance encounter with a man outside the hospital of which where she worked; a man that had driven a knife through her throat.

The loss of Dr. Priscilla Königin was one that drove a wedge in the consciousness of the family; not only because of the sudden loss of the optimistic and idealistic matriarch of the family but also the brutality and ruthlessness of the murder itself. Katherine was appalled by the vicious crime, her younger sister was shocked by the happening, and her father was furious— all understandable emotions to feel regarding the situation they had been forced to experience. Dedicated by solving his wife’s murder, Detective Jonathan Konigin worked around the clock to pick up the pieces through dedicated investigative police-work where he and his team of fellow homicide detectives and forensic scientists began putting together the pieces. Tracking everything back to a young eccentric Silicon Valley-type millionaire by the name of Patrick Wells the long process of arresting and proving the murder was on Wells’ hands became the principal issue as Wells’ lawyer had evidence thrown out as circumstantial, poked holes in the prosecution’s arguments, and cleverly fabricated evidence that “proved” Wells was innocent. The police worked faster and harder, but ultimately the case was thrown out as a mistrial due to several factors and the millionaire savant walked freely and smugly that he got away with it.

The victory of Patrick Wells is what caused Queon to appear before Katherine in the darkness of the night. It was here that the celestial being proposed several pragmatic questions as he explained to her what he was and why he was on the planet Earth— and why he needed Katherine’s help. And that is where Katherine’s story begins.

_{T A L E N T S}

---

Celestial-imbued Physiology: The cosmic beings simply known as “Celestials” have been monitors of the universe since time immaterial and as such have taken wards of various species to be their guardians, sentinels, and wardens against various threats on a galactic level. As the ward of a celestial, Katherine is imbued with cosmic energy to become effectively superhuman. These abilities are vast and can be summed to various effects such as god-like strength, speed, endurance, reflexes, and restorative abilities.

• Superhuman Strength: Katherine’s strength level varies on her concentration, stamina, and endurance but ultimately it is safe to assume she is on par with what she tends to fight as a general rule. Her strength allows her to punch through concentrated steel, throw automobiles almost effortlessly, and possibly hold up at least two-hundred thousand tons of weight for a short duration of time.

• Heightened Reflexes: The cosmic energy that runs through Katherine has gained her heightened reflexes so she can react quicker and faster when dodging enemy attacks as well as perceiving situations around her more efficiently. While she doesn’t have a “sixth sense” or anything of the sort it is described that her predecessors could perceive monstrous attacks fast enough to react to dodge them.

• Levitation: Using the cosmic energy within her Katherine can levitate in the air giving the appearance of flight as well as move at various levels of speed when being imbued with enough energy to allow her to levitate— though the harder she pushes herself the more stress it will put on her.

• Healing Factor: Katherine can recover from various wounds after a time of recovery; though such restoration of her vitality cannot be achieved within her “active” form.

_{W E A K N E S S E S}

---

While the abilities gained from being linked with a cosmic being have fundamentally given Katherine superhuman abilities it does come with several critical flaws, weaknesses, and limitations with most notably being that of her stamina and endurance as well as her mental state. In short Katherine is not invulnerable by any definition as a various amount of damage can be placed upon her by various effects— in the end she is still just an altered humanoid who can feel pain, bleed, and potentially die from exertions from other beings. Ultimately when her cosmic energy is depleted and her soul destroyed there will be no possibility of her recovering from any wounds.

_{C A S T}

---

Queon of the Celestials: The cosmic being that Katherine made her contract with and her mentor in her newfound mission against the Abyssals.

@Gowi

Approved

[BogeyDope]

Hey guys I am seriously considering entering this thing. Is there anything I would need to know, as a noob to this thing?

[nitemare shape]

For anything you might need to know, there's a link to the first season. The OP in that season has a list of need to know events. Other than that, this is more or less a fresh start

[VATROU]

Since I really think this could be a big power change to Eva and would certainly impact other magical weapon users and I don't have access to Discord. Let me try and be clear about how Eva's affinity with Magical Weapons works.

Let's continue to use Thors' Hammer. Any weapon that can be owned either due to spell or spirit attached to it. It will depend upon the owner how long she could use it. Say If Thor was cool with Eva tossing around his hammer she could essentially use it as long as he sees fit.

But if it is owned and the owner wants it back it will resist until she is no longer able to wield said weapon. Although how it returns is a whole other matter. Though Eva wouldn't just keep anything that doesn't belong to her unless the owner is totally evil and she doesn't want it to fall into the wrong hands.

Then the only way would either be to kill the owner or break it's spell with help. Say Alternative Merlin.

But again no OCs need to worry about Eva pilfering their weapons. Since she's good. These are just ideas about how it could work. So let me know how this looks.

[VATROU]

Basically I want to make sure Eva can't go around and steal whatever she wants from other RPers even if I would never do that. I want to be sure it's not something she could do. Unless a Magical Item was gifted to her, or she basically Kills someone for it and so on. Just because she's pretty much the Link of the RP I still want limits to how easily she can go around and take something.

[BogeyDope]

Hey I'm gonna be posting up two characters soon. :) Eager to join this thing!

[nitemare shape]

Character you have created: Henry “Hank” Hightower

Alias:The Prophet

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

Character Alignment:
-Villain-

Identity: Mostly Secret

Character Personality: The Prophet is a good leader. He is more than happy to lead by example, from the front lines. He is able to inspire unquestioning loyalty in his men, which in turn gives him a cult-like following amongst them. He was a life long military man, as was his father before him, and his grandfather before him, and is a strong believer in discipline. He does not suffer failure or excuses, but is not totally unreasonable. He is a man driven by two things, revenge and greed. He will do whatever it takes to reach his goals, and has no problem with collateral damage.

Uniform/costume:
In uniform:


Out of uniform:


Tattoos: The Prophet has several notable tattoos. On his right forearm “Revelations 13” appears, referencing the biblical book of revelations which describes the beast of Seven Heads and Seven Horns rise up out of the seas.

On his left arm the words Death, Deceit, and Wisdom appear in Islamic text. Each word is parallel to the next, and run from elbow to wrist.

On the palm as well as the back of each hand, the Stigmata Wounds suffered by Christ on the cross appear.

Origin Info/Details: Hank Hightower was always a little different. He was always stronger than the other kids in school, and he was always just a bit quicker. He also always seemed to heal faster from injuries. Because of these factors, he was a star on his high school football team and a bit of a local hero in the small town of Acton California. When he graduated from high school, he decided to forgo a college education and enlisted in the army. Though many in his town did not understand, they believed that he could get a top notch education if he just accepted one of the many football scholarships that he’d been offered. However, it was an easy choice for Hank. He came from a military family, and he never saw any other type of life for himself.
When he enlisted, he was subjected to a physical, which was par for the course. However, he was surprised when he was approached by Captain Thomas Carson to undergo additional tests. When he asked why he was being selected for this, he was told that everything would be revealed in due time. Hank underwent several tests, blood and tissue samples were taken. He also underwent a number of physical tests, which tested his strength and reaction times. When the tests were finished, it was revealed to Hank that he had not only passed the tests, but he was selected for a new unit that was made up of “enhanced” individuals. He was also selected to test new equipment, such as the new SBXL53 Predator power suit. The suit not only enhanced his natural abilities, but it allowed him to blend into his surroundings as well as offering him added protection from enemy fire.
Over 8 years, his unit had been on many missions around the world. They had been sent into hotspots all over the globe and conducted operations ranging from disrupting South American drug cartels to eliminating terrorist organizations in Europe, the Middle East and Asia.
It was on one such mission which sent Hightower and his unit to Chechnya to disrupt a terror cell with ambitions to detonate a dirty bomb in Times Square that Hightower and his commandos learned that the terrorists that they were sent to terminate were in fact bankrolled by the Pentagon.
After he and his men dispatched the terrorists, a second black ops team entered the fray and attacked Hightower and his men. The ambush was expertly executed, and Hightower’s unit was taken down man by man. Hightower himself barely survived the attack, having escaped by throwing himself into the Terek River and allowing its raging waters to carry him to safety.
Hightower spent the next several years on the run, moving through Europe, before finally returning to the United States under an assumed name. However, when he returned home, he found that nothing was as he had left it. While he was away, his wife had died of a rare genetic disorder, and his daughter had become a ward of the state. With no one to tie him down, he continued the work that he had begun in Europe, putting together a team of enhanced soldiers. However, this time, he and his team would not work for the US government, instead, he would form a core team of mercenaries to do the bidding of the highest bidder. The newly christened Black Tide quickly became a feared and respected paramilitary unit which earned a reputation for getting the job done. Not only did Hightower establish Black Tide as one of the world’s elite mercenary outfits, but a profitable criminal enterprise as well.

Hero Type (Select one):
Other- Brick/Muscle/Tech

Power Level (Select one below):
World

Powers (Be Specific):
Enhanced strength, enhanced reaction time, healing factor. When he is in his battle suit, his natural abilities are augmented, giving him increased strength and speed. Also, the battle suit is for the most part bullet proof, and has a cloaking ability which acts as natural camouflage, allowing him to blend into any surroundings, rendering him nearly invisible.

[indent]Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6’2

Weight: 235

Strength Level: 10 Out of suit, 30 in suit

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
20
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2.5 hours

Agility: 3x Human level
Intelligence: Overall, slightly above average, however The Prophet is a tactical genius
Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources:Extreme

Weaknesses: All the weaknesses of a normal man.

Supporting Characters: Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?
Jason Ulrich- Right hand man
Myra Krylov- Confidant, occasional lover
Various soldiers and mercs who will be described upon introduction

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

Sample Post N/A

[Hound55]

Bumping this back up above the closed thread...

[BogeyDope]

@nitemare shape Hey, mind taking a look over this? I finished my character, and I'd love to submit her. :)

Carmen "Phoenix" Chavana

Full Name
Carmen Juan Chavana

Alias
Phoenix

Speech Color
00aeef

Character Alignment
Walking the Line

Identity
Known, but incredibly obscure

Uniform

Uniform

Consists of a tactical vest, a jacket, and a hat. The clothing shown in the image below are all made of high-grade fabric, and the vest worn underneath often has bullet-resistant plates underneath that can absorb the force of most bullets and bombs. The fabric itself is resistant to lots of wear and tear, and often times can protect Carmen from the elements and most sharp objects (slashes, rather than stabs). The vest and other pouches on her gunbelt store ammunition and some equipment, such as zip-ties, flares, a small taser and a few flashbangs and smoke grenades. Her emblem also shows up in the form of patches, on her jacket, hat and vest as well.


Female version, with different color pallet

Character Personality
Carmen Chavana is a wise-cracking snarky smartass who works as a contractor. In short, she's the type of person who would rescue someone from a fire, but steal their valuables and shoot the arsonist in the process. She's a very empathetic and caring person towards friends and those who aren't in the game, but she has no qualms of killing an offending party, especially those who already qualify for a death sentence in almost any western civilization. While she's also brave and smart, she's also very anti-social, and prefers to be alone, or with at least one or two other people she could trust with her life. While she's made friends in a school she used to go to with other people who had super powers, she hasn't kept in touch with them after she went to Syria to fight alongside Kurdish militants against terrorists. She's also not the type to start fights, normally keeping a calm persona about her (despite cursing in spanish many times when she's mad), and never drawing her weapons or using force unless she really has to (normally in order to end the conflict as swiftly as possible). However, due to her past life as a felon, and her service in Syria, she's had a strong distrust of governments and figures of authority (the military doesn't count in her mind, she sees them as a good tool being used for the wrong problems). So while she's willing to cooperate with authority figures who have common sense, decency and will listen to any of her terms, she will not hesitate the beat the shit out of a politician or a cop who's sold out the people in favor of money or a criminal element.

Origin Info/Details
Carmen Chavana was born under Rosa Chavana and Paco Gamero, who returned from Navy service onboard the USS Constellation shortly before her birth. When Carmen was 2 years old, Paco, who was still in a relationship with Rosa at the time, moved with his girlfriend and daughter to New York, as he had a friend that worked at the Trump Tower in New York City, offering him a high-paying job there. There, for most of her life, she grew up in New York City. However, when she was 7, the relationship between her parents was getting strained after her father was demoted, and from then she grew up under a drunk mother and an abusive father. Due to the nature of her family and the abuse that her mother and Carmen herself experienced from her father, she remained rather secluded and never had a chance to experience her powers (other than some instances of dodging her father's blows in some moments of slow motion, but she thought that was normal and told no one about that).

Her mother left Paco when Carmen was 12, though when they moved they moved into a small hispanic ghetto in the suburbs of NYC, where Rosa was able to easily purchase illegal drugs from one of the gangs that dominated the neighboorhood, as well as get "protection" in exchange, for... well... "services". Carmen, who was going to school (a rather terribly funded one at that), heard about the various gangs that ruled the area, and heard about all of the cool stuff about them that her peers talked to her about. Wanting a better life for herself, she ran away from home and hung out with one of the local hispanic gangs that ruled the area. She was thrown into her first fight, where she had to prove her worth to the gang by fighting one of its biggest members. This is when she first learned about how special her ability was, and how she could use its advantages. Using her quick reflexes, she was able to dodge most of the man's punches and throw some of her own, and even though he didn't go down that easily, the other members were impressed and recruited her into the gang, seeing how useful she was.

From that point on, she has grown up under a false family, though some of the gang members did treat her with the love and respect of other siblings. However, when she was older, she went on a crime spree with other members, robbing stores and rival gangs. She was never caught by the police, and never identified by any of her victims. However, it wasn't until she was 17 that she found out about a child molester living in her neighboorhood, and after finding horrifying evidence when robbing his home of such acts, she murdered the man responsible when he returned home, and protected children he kidnapped until the police arrived. When the police arrived, she surrendered peacefully to them, and she was arrested and imprisoned as a result. This was her first (and since then her last) kill, and when she took the shot, she never regretted doing that since. She was given a short sentence given the circumstances. Her sentence lasted for four years, and in that time she learned to be tougher, stronger, and studied.

Carmen was released from prison when she turned 21 after a few transfers and good behavior. She was originally on parole, but with some connections she was able to let the cops turn a blind eye to her. Hearing about a certain school that helps teach their students how to keep in touch with themselves and their powers, she went there as a life mission to improve herself... somewhat. As part of her transformation, however, she had the tattoo of the Pheonix and Aries ash debri marks done in order to symbolize that she has risen from the ashes, born as a new, free bird. And during her time at school, she has become more in-tune with her powers, and has improved her vocabulary (though she does have her bouts of "thuggish" about her). In the process of attending school, however, she created a crime group known as the "Hudson Syndicate", which consisted of many of her friends that often performed various heists around Upstate New York. AS a result of many of these heists, Carmen had soon gained access to a whole lot of resources.

After attending school, however, she travelled to Syria to fight alongside the SDF militias in their struggle against the Islamic State, mainly to do both humanitarian work and to fight terrorists. She was with the SDF for at least six months, and she returned home with a whole lot of stories, experience, and some perspective... as well as a new friend who travels at her side almost everywhere. After returning to New York, she had her right-hand man Kevin form a contractor firm in order to fork in some more cash and give their group more legal legitimacy, the small group of contractors known only as Hudson Tactical. And fast forward to now, where Carmen and Hakeem are both working as a private contractors, both of whom are willing to arrest thieves, kill terrorists, kidnap crooked cops and rescue hostages, for a price.

Hero Type
Acrobat/Speedster

Power Level
Street Level

Powers

Active and Passive

Active Powers
Insane Reflexes (or "Bullet Time")
This slows down time for herself and herself only, and to a considerable degree. She sees everything in slow motion, to the point where she could see bullets (they are moving insanely fast but she could still see them). This timing allows her to perform all kinds of things with the most insane reflexes, as well as perform and time everything correctly. Proper parkour, aiming a gun, bobbing and weaving in fistfightts, driving a vehicle, defusing bombs, it has all sorts of applications, which allow her to do all of these things with insane precision and accuracy, as well with great speed. A few good examples of such feats could be examined here, here, here and here.

Passive Powers
Enhanced Senses
Comes with the ability of fast reflexes, this allows her to see farther and clearer than most, hear things from a distance and tune her hearing, and smell things a little better than most humans can. This allows her to detect threats and clues most other humans cannot do.

Attributes
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Strength Level: Normal Human (Trained)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 100+ MPH
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human (Trained)
Agility: 2X/3X Normal Human level as a result of insane reflexes
Intelligence: Slightly Above Average
Fighting Skill: Trained+ / Experienced

Resources

Large

Given the amount of heists she has pulled with her friends, and the recent formation of Hudson Tactical, she has access to a wide variety of resources, including property all around New York and shit tons of cash.

Weapons
Carmen herself has access to a wide variety of weapons, as they are often either stored in various Hudson Tactical safehouses or the vehicles she drives. Almost all of the time, she carries a FNX-45 Tactical with her, and depending on the scenario, she could either be armed with a Remington R5 RGP rifle, a Remington 870 shotgun, or a Remington MSR Sniper Rifle, complete with various ammunition types for them, both lethal and non-lethal. She also has access to a wide variety of non-lethal explosives, including but not limited to breaching charges, flashbangs and smoke grenades.

Vehicles
Most of the vehicles that the firm have possession of are normally Fords, whether they be black Econoline vans, lifted Ford Explorer Sport Tracs outfitted with bullet-resistant plating and tires, and Ford Crown Victorias with LED strobe lights. Carmen, on the other hand, is typically found driving around in an innocuous Jeep Cherokee with Hakeem. The SUV itself has the various equipment that both Carmen or Hakeem might need should the need arise, and Carmen had the vehicle itself overhauled for it to run like new.

They also own a helicopter.

Weaknesses
Just as human as anyone else, she cannot dodge bullets or any other fast-moving projectiles
Cannot dodge blows thrown from extremely close quarters (as she can only move out of the way so much before she's hit)
Would not shoot noncombatants (though hostage takers who have their head on display will still not live for very long)
Still soft and squishy enough to kill if grabbed and thrown, hence when on-duty she normally wears armor under her jacket

Supporting Characters

Hudson Tactical

These are some of the main folks in Hudson Tactical that will probably come to Carmen's aid if need be. Hakeem, codenamed "Magnum", is her partner, and often travels with her.

Hakeem Ansari

"Magnum"

29, Male
Telekinetic Burst - Armed
Carmen met Hakeem during her tour in Syria, where he was a fighter in the Syrian Democratic Forces as part of a smaller Arab militia that fought with the Kurds against ISIS. Hakeem was a well-educated gentleman who grew up in Syria and studied in both Iraq and Egypt. However, while he was one of the very few superpowered people in the SDF that fought against ISIS, for most of his life he has kept his telekinetic abilities hidden in fear of persecution, and still has much to learn regarding them. After the incidents of Season 1, most of the fighting in Syria has died down, and the Kurds were looking victorious, on their way to Raqqa. Carmen invited Hakeem and a few others to come with her to New York to do work and have fun, and while Hakeem gladly accepted, the others turned down the offer, citing their need to help with rebuilding. While Hakeem is relatively new to American culture, he's learned a bit from Carmen during the war, with their friendship forged in the fires of war. Now Hakeem works as Carmen's partner under Hudson Tactical, and the two perform almost every duty together as a team, and travel together. He dresses up in a similar uniform to that of Carmen's, and wears his own patches and carries his own weapons. The Para-Ordnance Black Ops pistol is probably the only weapon he carries, as he uses his other hand to augment the telekinetic bursts he releases in combat.
_{FC: Sammy Sheik}

Kevante Covington

"Boss"

36, Male
Powerless - Armed
A good friend of Carmen's ever since she moved to New York. Having lived in the same neighboorhood, they've hung out many times, to the point where Kevante was periodically in Carmen's gang. While 99% of their friendship consists of slinging insults at each other, most of their bond is unspoken, and there are way too many times to count where they have save each other's asses and pulled them out of the fire. They've even bailed each other out of jail a few times. While Carmen was in prison, Kevante spent a whole lot of time learning how to be a proper criminal and how to be a good shooter, and by the time she got out, they were quite a dynamic duo. However, when Carmen went to Syria, he started to run things, and once she returned, he became the head of Hudson Tactical. He now runs all operations, and does them all behind the scenes as well... planning things out and bringing in the cash.
_{FC: Morris Chestnut}

Sukaina Bashara

"Lightning"

28, Female
Detect Electric/Energy Currents - Armed
Carmen's prison cellmate, Sukaina was arrested for embezzlement and hijacking Fox News signals. While she was accused of terrorism-related activity and such (with her Arab background and all), she was tried for her real crimes and given a short prison sentence. Both she and carmen got along quickly in prison, and became good friends along the way. Carmen learned of her hacking skills, and convinced Sukaina to join her and Kevante in her little group of friends. She still performs that role, even under Hudson Tactical. Nowadays, Sukaina does most of the "electronic warfare" when it comes to things, whether it would be hacking, surveillance or other stuff. She's also a huge geek, and is officially Kevante's secretary.
_{FC: Raylane Rayssa}

Hudson Tactical Contractors

Male, Female, Human
Powerless - Armed
Various contractors recruited from all around the world, and from Carmen's old gang. Right now, the size of the group is in the low double digits, and while they are somewhat experienced and somewhat trained, the firm itself is still somewhat in its infancy. The contractors are made up of many ethnic backgrounds, and while most are male, a few females are found in the mix as well. None of them have any special powers, though they have lots of skill and ability in various forms of fighting and apprehending targets, as well as various forms of warfare. Over time, the size of the group, and the skill of its operators will grow.
_{FC: Unknown PMCs... Blackwater Maybe? IDK}

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_{Face Claim: Rosario Dawson}

Sample Post (as well as a little backstory)

Carmen, Hakeem and SDF Soldiers
Northern Syria

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Out in a hot, remote area in Northern Syria, a small unit of SDF soldiers have been making a bid to capture a large complex that stood in between a few strategic positions, as the SDF plans on using it as their interim command center for that area. Stuck behind a few dirt hills, the soldiers, composed of a bunch of Arabs and Kurds, as well as one international volunteer, held their position at the hill, using the terrain as cover until further orders were given. So far no shot has been fired, as the Ilamic State has quite a few jihadis stationed up in the complex, with a sniper or two on top of the roof. The good guys, on the other hand, only had a handful of soldiers up on the dirt hill, holding their position for a surprise attack.

The international volunteer who went by the name of Carmen Chavana, was dug up with the other fighters, aiming down the sights of an older Nagant Rifle that she purchased, rather than using the AKM issued to her by the YPG. Laying down next to her was Hakeem, an Arab who was with the SDF, and one of the very few who spoke English and Arabic, as well as a little Kurdish. Both of them were looking for targets, and looking for ways in. The sun blazed hot on everyone, even as Hakeem aimed down the scope of the SVD issued to him.

"Do you see anyone? Bad guys? Civilians?" Carmen asked Hakeem quietly.

"A few, but they are in the windows." Hakeem said, his accent a little heavy. "I saw a sniper a few minutes ago, but he walked away from the edge of the building."

"Where did you last see him?" Carmen asked.

"Up there, in the middle." Hakeem pointed in the said direction. "He should return soon, unless he went inside."

"Here... hand me the rifle. Once they give the order, I can take out all that are visible. Just watch."

Hakeem nodded. "Here." He took off the strap that the SVD rifle and handed the rifle to Carmen, who happily took it and aimed down the scope. "Trade?"

"Sure thing, hermano." Carmen said with a soft smile, handing her Nagant to him. "You better take this too." She said, handing her M1911 to him. "Don't lose it, it's my favorite." She grinned.

"I won't, I promise." Hakeem holstered it.

"Promises are clouds, fulfillment is rain." Carmen sighed, aiming down the scope, searching for targets.

"Hey, I thought only I was supposed to use Arab proverbs!" Hakeem playfully punched Carmen on the shoulder, to which Carmen chuckled. "Should I be going all like Yo yo yo... wassup homie-"

"Sssshh!" One of the SDF soldiers hushed. "Rehet! Dijmin bibe hûn dibihîzin bibihîzin!" She warned, telling Hakeem to pipe it down, else the enemy might discover their location.

"Bibore!" Hakeem whispered back. "You're gonna be the death of me, I swear." He whispered to Carmen.

"I think that's a good thing. That means I'm the only one who could kill you." Carmen said with a grin. "But since you are with the good guys, I'm gonna give you a pass... for now."

"Pfft." Hakeem chuckled a little, before hearing the radio on the commander go off. "Sshh... I think that's the Brigade Commander."

After the orders on the radio were given, the commander of the group looked to the others. "Em bi barkirina derveyî! Hakeem, Carmen, hûn ê ne salekî agir bi tetîkkêşên. Hûn dê çeperên dijmin ji me re bibêjin." The commander explained. "Her kesê din, divê bêdeng bimînin bi rê ve ji avahiyên! Zû!"

Carmen looked to Hakeem for a translation.

"She said that we're to stay here and cover them with the sniper rifles, as well as relay enemy positions to them. They'll be moving to the buildings." Hakeem said.

Carmen nodded. "Roger that." She said before looking down the scope. Seeing how there was barely anyone looking outside, and the security cameras were mostly busted, she gave a thumbs up to the commander.

Immediately, the group of soldiers hopped over the dirt hill and ran quietly through no-man's land. And while their mostly green uniforms sharply contrasted with the bright dirt and sand, with them being lightly armed with only AKs and M-16s, their speed and silence almost made them ninja-like. They ran as a group, running for the walls that surrounded the building, to use them as cover before entering it. Surprisingly, no shots were fired, and the Islamic State jihadis guarding the complex were none the wiser. Once the soldiers moved up to the walls and stacked up, the commander turned to the direction of where Hakeem and Carmen were at. While Carmen didn't understand a lick of Kurdish or Arabic, she understood hand signals. And the one she gave was to engage at will.

"Copy that." Carmen muttered with a grin. Aiming her crosshairs over a window, she saw an ISIS fighter walking towards it, from a clear vantage point to discover the SDF soldiers on the ground. This is when Carmen entered Reflex Mode.

Carmen squinted her eyes, and time slowed to a crawl. A very slow crawl. Everyone appeared to be still almost, and Carmen's own subtle movements were clearly visible to herself. As she was in bullet time, she aimed the crosshairs at the Islamic State jihadi that was just about to look out the window. He was difficult to see, as the scope didn't go that far, but with Carmen's enhanced senses and ability to correct, she was able to clearly see him. She aimed the rifle at the wall next to him, and pulled the trigger.

*DEEEAAAAAOOOWWWWW!!!* The loud bang of the SVD sniper rifle cracked through the air, and the gun shook in Carmen's hand. She watched as the bullet she fired flung insanely fast from her barrel and at the wall she fired at. As the gun slowly cycled the next round, she watched as the bullet made a hole in the wall. She saw where it went, it went below the crosshair a little, and a little to the left. Making the proper adjustements, she moved the crosshair to where the bullet fired from last time would be on the Jihadi's head. The jihadi was just reacting to the shot, his eyes widening and his head slowly turning to where the bullet impacted against the wall. Just as he was about to turn his head to where he heard the shot rung, Carmen pulled the trigger. *DEEEAAAAAOOOWWWWW!!!* She watched as the supersonic blaze of light flew downrange, and slowly drop... drop right into the head of the surprised jihadi. His head exploded somewhat, making quite a slow-motion mess that one could equate to a front quarter of a watermelon exploding. While it was disturbing to most people, Carmen found it satisfying... these people that she shot lost their rights to be called human beings. They were monsters that tortured, beheaded and raped innocent men, women and children, and were a plaguing threat to civilizations that surrounded it. The only good ISIS jihadi was a dead one.

Bringing herself out of reflex mode, Carmen smirked a little as the SDF soldiers ran to the building and used that as cover. Hakeem, on the other hand, saw that with his binoculars, and was quite impressed.

"Woah... nice shot!" Hakeem chuckled. "Maybe you should keep that rifle... you're much better with it than I am."

"No man, I just used cheats. I've seen you get plenty of them fair and square." Carmen said with a soft smile. "Go ahead and relay the enemy positions to the guys and gals on the ground. I'm gonna wait for them all to show themselves... I want you to get a mag ready for me."

Hakeem nodded. "You got it." He said, pulling out two magazines for the SVD rifle.

Carmen waited as the jihadis showed themselves, looking for the sniper that fired at them. A few snipers were trying to get up to the roof, while others were looking out the windows. There were around twelve of them that showed themselves, and more are probably on their way. Carmen grinned, and entered reflex mode again. From Hakeem's standpoint, all he could see is Carmen move at an insanely fast speed, landing headshots on one jihadi at a time at a rapid pace. BOOM! One down. BOOM! Two down. BOOM! Three down. BOOM! Four down. It was almost... superhuman, around four down in two seconds! She continued to do this until her magazine was empty, to which she quickly reloaded and went to killing more. In ten seconds, all of the jihadis that bothered to poke their heads out were all killed.

"Holy mother... fuck..." Hakeem watched in amazement. "I knew you were good... but... you must've been blessed by God himself!"

"Eh... I think so too, but... you'll get used to it." Carmen shrugged, waiting for others to show up, whether they would be piling out from the building to respond to the attack, or to check on the dead. After that whole ordeal, the SDF soldiers on the ground breached open the front doors, and revealed a few jihadis that Carmen promptly shot dead.

Hakeem watched as Carmen gunned everyone that was a hostile down, shooting them all in the head. "What's the point of me marking targets... if you're gonna kill them all?" He asked with an amazed chuckle.

Carmen shrugged. "Point taken..." She thought. "This is my first time doing this, to be honest with you! Up until now, I've been fighting with the damned Nagant!" She laughed.

Hakeem nodded, stunned. "Yeah... that might explain it. Is that like your... superpower or something?" He asked, slowly coming to a realization.

Carmen considered answering him, thinking about the consequences of telling the truth. Would he persecute her? Try to kill her? Or would he want to stick around with her as a new best friend? She didn't know, but she just wanted to make sure. "Uh... can you keep a secret?" She asked as she reloaded the SVD with a fresh clip.

Hakeem nodded. "Of course." She said with a soft grin. "They still don't know you think their dancing is shit."

Carmen sighed. "I know, it's just that..." She looked to Hakeem's left. Her enhanced senses, while she did pick up gunfire and shouts from afar, she did pick up the sound of an engine, the engine of a truck. She looked intensely, and in reflex mode, she was able to make out the truck from below the hill. As it drove up the hill, she saw that it was being driven by ISIS, and that the truck was a large one... one that was just about to squash them! It was barreling down on them, and Carmen didn't have enough time to move herself and Hakeem out of the way. At this moment, she truly thought she was going to die. She shouted while in reflex mode. "LOOK OUT!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.

Hakeem, who then heard Carmen's shout, immediately realized that there was indeed a large something heading his way. Turning his head to where Carmen was looking at, Hakeem immediately saw the truck heading right towards them, about to run them over. In almost an instant, his eyes glowed a bright green and he threw his arm up. As soon as he did, a low bassy BOOOMMMM sounded, and a massive wave of force shot up from the sand in front of them and beneath the truck, throwing the few-ton vehicle up and away from them, and down the hill. Carmen watched in utter shock as the truck tumbled down the hill, crumbling up before settling down at the bottom of the hill as a complete wreck.

Carmen looked at the wreck below them, and looked to Hakeem. "Is that like... your... superpower or something?" Carmen asked, shocked.

Hakeem sighed before looking to Carmen. "Uh... can you keep a secret?" He asked, a little anxious.

Carmen slowly nodded. "Damn..." She looked back down to the wreck. "We're so gonna have a talk about this once we capture this complex..."

[ShyDot]

Sorry for the overly flowery language, I wrote most of this while I was tired.

New Age War Golem

Character you have created: Unintelligible, translates as 'Indomitable Enforcer of the Divine Mandate'
Alias: Mandate
Speech Color: LightPink
Character Alignment: 'Villain'
Identity: N/A
Character Personality:Mandate--despite striking an intimidating figure-is quite mild in her demeanor; she does her utmost to be pleasant with those around her, and is extremely slow to truly anger in most circumstances. She can be described as a 'gentle giant', and is willing to forgive even severe assaults, holding no personal grudges in regards to damage to herself. Bizarrely enough, even severe bodily damage is treated rather pleasantly by her, save for when it involves someone whose company she enjoys; one of the few things that provokes her ire easily is denying her what she wants- and being able to do so effectively, rather than amusingly futilely.

Mandate is extraordinarily inquisitive, and indulges in this curiosity regardless of what stands in her way- including laws she barely understands and physical barriers that are as paper to her strength. She is a very tactile individual, and enjoys peeling apart what interests her to examine it deeper, regardless of the objects or buildings in question belong to someone else. She finds a simple joy in discovery, and can be easily guided with this.

Mandate can in fact be guided with many things; her demeanor borders on childish and naive, and she is willing to help those who fit a positive role in her worldview with a vast number of things. Said worldview is detached from any sort of 'grounded' perspective. She can quickly get on the nerves with her innocently self-centered demeanor and her tendency towards fits and brooding when she has not received what she wants, and her grasp of right and wrong is very loose, with its focus being almost entirely around what she desires and what those that are her 'friends' desire. That is not to say that she does not understand the law, per se; she simply absolutely refuses to follow it or acknowledge anyone weaker than her that she does not like when they try to tell her what to do and what not to do. She finds thinks that obeying is silly.

Mandate, as a repercussion of her immature demeanor, can be easily distracted in combat unless she is being guided. She is also prone to making a non-sequitur or two quite often-- when without focus or direct conversation- due to the wandering and distracted nature of her idle thought processes.

Uniform/costume: Mandate is a towering figure whose unnatural smoothness brings to mind a synthetic object. Her texture, color, and glossy figure evoke mercury, albeit solid. Her form towers higher than all but the tallest of humans, and is humanoid--but far removed from the human form; she is lacking in any texture beyond smoothness, lacking muscle definition and any characteristics that would mark her as female. Her shoulders are prominent spikes, her hips similarly formed, and her lithe torso works to contrast these sharp features. Her joints are prominent, marking all of the different segments of her body-- more akin to a drawing mannequin than a human body. The strange entity's hands and feet are more akin to gauntlets than human extremities, divided into extremely intricate segments that flex and bend smoothly. Her fingers and toes end in sharp points.

The most ornate segment of Mandate's body is her head. Her face is utterly lacking human features; instead, she possesses a singular metallic orb for an eye that is a deep, rich shade of crimson. Her 'mouth' is a black line that cuts across the otherwise smooth plane. It has the depth of a simple engraving, yet can flex and move to allow Mandate some expression. Mandate possesses a strange assortment of flat, sharp spikes in the place of hair which press flat against her head, forming an imitation of long and slicked hair. These flex upwards when she is agitated or in combat, becoming more akin to a lion's mane.

Origin Info/Details: Arcane artifacts are often considered to be something mythological in nature; when picturing one, the first assumptions made are often of age and mystique. An arcane artifact-- in the mind of society- is something lost to the ages which once split the heaven and earth, or parted the seas, or shattered mountains. It is a reasonable assumption, born from history and the very myths which the populace envisions, but an incorrect one.

In reality, new artifacts are crafted even to this very day, and magic comes in many ever-changing flavors and forms. One such magical flavor-- or profession- is that of golemancy, the creation of artificial servants from natural or artificial materials of the physical world. It is the realm of stone men and metal warriors that would pose a threat to even the fiercest ancient warrior. However, the changing modern age of new warriors and new technology requires something new in itself.

Mandate is this new form. She is the very definition of a dark artifact, and a newborn one at that; her crafting was the work of thousands of stolen corpses new and old, and more than a dozen fresh offerings; a vile fusion of necromancy and golemancy to create something different. Named in an unholy tongue, the Indomitable Enforcer of the Divine Mandate is an artificial soul.

She was forged in blood and sealed in mercury, heralded as a unique pinnacle of the art of golemancy born from the most unstable of materials--flesh and blood and mercury- to gain the most powerful of results. She is a warrior that would weather any storm and shatter any defenses that sought to stand against her masters. She would be a living weapon, for a certain definition of life.

But she refused her calling.

It is folly born of arrogance to forge such an unstable weapon and not expect something to shatter along the way. For Mandate, this shattering came in the form of her ingrained servitude towards her masters, and much of the personality which had formed in her bloody creation.

She was born angry. Perhaps it was the work of the unwilling souls involved in her forging, or perhaps it was the simple pain of her existence fitting itself into the structure of the world. Regardless, the unusually peaceful Mandate was filled with hatred upon her emergence, and-- in their failure to keep her tethered to their will- her creators were without a defense again that hatred.

They were struck down, and Mandate was left alone in the rubble, having claimed her first lives within only moments of her arrival in the world. The only option available to her was to roam and study the world into which she'd been born. The thought held appeal to some deep and instinctive yearning for adventure and information, and so she did, claiming it as her mandate. It was only later, after nearly a month of aimless travel through the wilderness, that the lost and newborn golem found her way into civilization; what wonders!

She was eager to peel them open to see what she could uncover.

Hero Type: Supernatural, though she functions like a Brick.
Power Level: World Level, albeit of a limited scope.

Powers (Be Specific):

New Age Breaker- Mandate's primary and most prominent power is her sheer, overwhelming strength; Mandate does not have the ability to measure what she is capable of lifting, but inbuilt knowledge tells her that it is well in the range of several thousand tons, with all of the sheer durability that this implies. Her control over this force is quite delicate; startling her is an excellent way to get something crushed if she is unfocused at the time, and agitation makes it extremely difficult to control whatsoever. An aspect of this supernatural strength is her ability to apply disproportionate force to her actions. Flexing-- or her equivalent- is enough to snap and ruin bindings, and she is quite capable of destroying walls simply by walking into them and deciding that she does not wish to stop.

Unassailable Godhead-Mandate's durability sits on a similar extreme end of the scale as her strength; she is capable of withstanding massive firepower with ease, and even psychic effects wash over her like rain. Overcoming her resistance through arcane or generally supernatural means also requires unusual effort, but not nearly as much as would be required to pierce it through conventional physical or energetic attacks.

This is further compounded by her sheer ability to survive, as Mandate remains functional until almost total destruction-- although the loss of her eye or entire head renders her strength more of a disadvantage than any sort of useful weapon. She possesses no internal organs or systems to which a fatal blow can be dealt; the entirety of her body is redundant, so long as she still possesses enough material that it can still be called a body. Said body is capable of reforming over time, but too slowly to be combat applicable. She can be expected to fully recover from damage within a month.

Weight of Ages- Finally, in addition to her strength and durability, Mandate possesses a strange control over her weight; she is capable of scaling it anywhere from its 500 pound minimum to somewhere close to her own strength, with all the effects that it entails. Mandate prefers to keep her weight at its minimum, simply due to the fact that even a few tons will see the ground potentially cracking under her feet, but she instinctively scales her weight when under assault with sufficient force to blow her back or otherwise displace her. She has to manually activate it when being carried in a non-hostile manner-- or moved via the inside of a vehicle- if she wishes to escape.

Attributes:

Height: 8'0"
Weight: Variable; default 500lbs/226kg (see powers)
Strength Level: Incalculable (see powers)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal Human
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: N/A; Indefinite
Agility: Normal Human
Intelligence: Average, in terms of raw intelligence
Fighting Skill: Untrained

Resources: Minimal; she has nothing.

Weaknesses: The most glaring weakness that Mandate possesses is her speed- or rather, her utter lack thereof. Mandate is bound to a very human speed in both thought and movement, and her reflexive increases in weight in response to forceful movement means that even launching herself with her own strength is only useful in a short and uncontrolled burst. While it requires significant force to even scrape her flesh, to say nothing of what is required to truly harm her, it takes barely any level of speed or agility to outrun or outmaneuver the living artifact; even low-level speedsters can stay well out of her reach, and fliers are inaccessible unless she is armed with some form of weaponry.

Additionally, Mandate's vast profile of resistances is crude- which is to say, it does not select based upon 'good' or 'bad'. Even beneficial effects are blocked, such as being teleported out of danger, healed, communicated with telepathically, or being modified or granted additional powers in any way. To achieve these things is not impossible, but it requires the same effort it would take to pierce her defenses. It is due to this that artificially enhancing Mandate's speed is nearly impossible; the energy costs go beyond prohibitive.

Mandate reads extremely ominously to those who can interpret the past or sense the 'spirit' of a being, due to her very nature being formed from thousands of desecrated graves and numerous fresh sacrifices brutally melted down into a singular figure. Whether or not this is deserved, it makes it even more difficult for her to hide herself. She is, in shorter terms, innately spiritually tainted.

Perhaps it is unfortunate that she's more vulnerable to these sorts of individuals than most other things, due to the manner in which her durability functions. Her creators had not intended for her to fight the arcane or supernatural, after all; they can be said to be her 'Achilles heel'.

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

Divine Mandate (Antagonists)- A strange, large cabal of arcane individuals that seeks a new world order under their 'divine' rule-- or rather, what is left of them. The vast majority of them perished in Mandate's birth, along with their greatest rituals and the knowledge that was used to create her, but she thinks she saw one or two of them leaving before she had even fully formed.

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

(Yes.)

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.):
"... Still there?"
"--hasn't stopped staring-"
"Have you--"

Pretty. That was the word Mandate had been seeking. Mandate finally acknowledged the whispering surrounding her by turning her gaze upwards, off of the jewels that had caught her eye. The way it had glinted in the building's light was so pretty, she hadn't been able to help wandering in to look it over.

The whispering stopped as she looked to and fro, settling into silence until someone coughed. Mandate's head snapped around to focus her red eye upon them-- her. The woman behind the counter that held all the pretty jewels flinched back, withdrawing the hand that had covered her mouth. She was pretty too, Mandate noted. The glint of her earring caught the artifact's eye. Her simplistic mouth formed a pleased smile, in the form of a V stretched across her face.

"U-um, excuse me, sir--"

"Miss." interrupted Mandate, and the woman blinked in confusion, her brow furrowing. She clearly didn't understand. Perhaps the golem had it wrong? The V of a smile inverted as Mandate delicately tapped a finger on the glass covering the pretty things, and elaborated to the other pretty thing. "Girls are called miss?" That was what her thoughts were telling her, and she was used to learning useful things like that from the place in her brain that wasn't her brain.

The woman remained silent for a moment, then smiled again. Something about it looked weird to golem, like the liquid--sweat- accumulating on her forehead, but the woman sounded a little less uncertain when she spoke again. "Oh, yes, yes they are." she answered. "Can I... Help you, uh, miss?" At Mandate's answering nod, the smile grew a bit more solid, and her hands lowered to touch the little wall between them. The counter, that was the word.

"Well, you were looking at these for awhile. These are--" She paused. The towering artifact had already started to shake her head. Her face furrowed up again in thought, and she raised a hand to brush her blonde locks back.

A hand that was gently pushed out of the way by Mandate's significantly larger and clawed one as she grasped one of the woman's earrings. "Can I have this?" she asked, and somehow she managed to look expectant from so far above the woman that her head and shoulders nearly scraped the ceiling. She had dented the door frame on her way inside until she was able to fit, without slowing of course. Maybe that's why there were people outside looking concerned.

The woman was sweating again. Mandate could feel her shaking through the earring, though she didn't understand why. "Oh, h-hah, of course. Lemme just get that for ya, okay?"

The young artifact's mouth inverted once more, becoming a pleased V as she tilted her head and withdrew her hand, watching with interest as the rings were removed from the woman's ear. Her fingers fumbled a few times, but Mandate did not chide her for her clumsiness. She was nice, and pretty. Mandate decided that she liked her.

She liked this place too. Its buildings and pretty lights, different from the forests, its people that wouldn't stop looking at her and shaking or making those angry faces. She didn't like them so much, but they weren't near her, so she ignored them in favor of what she wanted.

The rings were dropped into her grasp without fanfare, 4 in all. Mandate's 'smile' grew, and her fingers happily curled around the bundle. She'd probably lose them later, but she wanted to look at them for awhile. She didn't even have to break any glass to get to them. There was only one more thing she needed.

"Where am I?"

The woman breathed out softly, placing her hands back on the counter and presenting another shaky smile. "You're at Rosie's Ru--" An emphatic shake of the head from Mandate silenced her once more. She'd already seen the pretty sign outside, and it was very nice, but she didn't want that. She tapped her finger against the glass again, considering her response.

"Not this building, this... Place. This..." It clicked. "City! Yes." She was pleased with herself.

"Oh, ah..." The nice woman recovered even quicker than before. Mandate was pleased. "New York City, si--miss. In the state of New York." New York City New York?. It sounded nice. Weird, but nice. An itchy feeling started inside of her, but she ignored it and it went away. It always went away. Nodding her head, the young golem reached her free hand out, placing it atop the woman's before she could draw it away from where it rested on the counter. She could feel it shaking more.

"Thank you, pretty lady."

Mandate didn't wait for a response from the confused woman. She withdrew her hand, turned, and considered walking through the wall. After a moment, she instead decided to go back through the ruined doorway. The lady was too nice for Mandate to break more of her things so carelessly, after all.

Now, to find one of those nice holes in the ground to hide in to hide in and look at her new things.

If she's too extreme I can nerf her, but I figured it's balanced by how ridiculously slow she is in comparison to almost every other non-Normal character. She was created to fight crazy technology and fortresses, not people.

EDIT: Upon reconsideration, and upon seeing a character that reminded me I wished to have a character in New York, I've moved her. Because it makes no sense how she got from the wilderness to Lost Haven.

[VATROU]

@ShyDot You know. I kinda like. Mandate? Is that what you're calling her? Anyways it's an interesting concept, a child like Golem who doesn't obey the laws due to it's own immaturity. Barron wouldn't mind having a Golem in his Family, but It'd be more.trouble than it's worth keeping a Golem around a bunch of Mafia types and expecting her to behave.

[ShyDot]

@VATROU
I'm glad you like her. Yes, her name is Mandate. Basically a petty way to spite the cabal that made her, taking part of their name to signify herself, but it means a lot to her.

And yeah, that's probably not the best of ideas. Hilarious, but maybe not the best.

[VATROU]

@ShyDot At best Barron would at least try to stay on Mandate's good side. Maybe trying to convince it not to tell people it's Mystical and whatnot.

Hmm. I have another idea for Fallen. I might run it by her given time. Off topic of course.

[ShyDot]

I probably should have asked what would have been a reasonable strength cap for a World Level being, considering I can see at least one character that can lift over a hundred thousand for some period. I was going for an absolute extreme because the power levels involved seemed lower than that, even with Superman and Flash as examples, but ALAS. If somewhere around Mandate's strength is the average, then so it goes.

[nitemare shape]

Phoenix and Mandate are both approved

[ShyDot]

The golem is coming to tear open your car. Inconvenienced citizens (and whoever manages to corral her into a group) beware.

[LegionPothIX]

Character you have created: Sarah Roh
Alias: ℝ
Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Sarah uses Peach, FFE5B4, Mother uses some grey color: D0D0D0
Character Alignment: Vigilante, neither hero nor villain.
Identity:

Grace VanderWaal

Also known as: that 12 year old girl who won America's Got Talent.

Character Personality: Aloof
The phrase "it's just" is prefix often abused, and in this case taken a little too far. Everything is just something else. People are just star dust, and matter is just energy. The average person's identity is just the mask they wear to protect their inner self. When you get right down to everything is only what we agree it is.

Until it isn't.

Sarah often finds herself disagreeing with others on what everything is.

Uniform/costume:
Sarah wears a pair of cargo pants, a hoodie with the a math symbol on it, and a porcelain mask that covers her whole face. The mask is an abstraction of her anonymity, and is white, with no special characteristics. While the math symbols are selected from one of the six major sets: ℝ, ℂ, ℙ, ℕ, ℚ, or ℤ; only one is displayed on any given hoodie, and they are the only branding she wears.

Origin Info/Details:

How to Imagine

When an object breaks in the third dimension it has a noticeable impact on all lower dimensions, all two dimensional cross-sections of the three-dimensional self. When the object is mended, so too would those scars of the break, and of the mending, show through in the two-dimensional cross-sections.

Likewise, it is reasonable to believe the third-dimensional object is itself only a downward projection from a higher dimensionalality. Sara Roh is one such object, suffering one such break, but from a higher dimension. Though she may not even be aware of how she broke, she does understand that these powers are a consequence of her healing.

Hero Type (Select one): Other
Power Level (Select one below): Street Level

While Sarah's abilities are extremely powerful, in that there's nothing else like them, her potential is also greatly limited by her own understanding, experience, and naivete. She sees herself in the same vein as her favorite cartoon characters, such as the Power Puff Girls, and Kim Possible. As a consequence she has yet to test the limits of her abilities, or truly refine them in any meaningful sense.

Powers (Be Specific):

• Associative-Abstraction
• Disassociative-Displacement

Associative-Abstraction:
The ability to see beyond the presentation, to feel outside of ones senses, simply put is the ability to interact with the idea of the object rather than the actual object. When Sarah abstracts an object she may interact with it, and treat it, as if it were an object of another classification without changing its inherent properties.

Disassociative-Displacement
When abstraction is turned back on the user, that user becomes disassociated with the world as it is perceived to be by others. Once Disassociated Sarah's properties change to match that of the object classification she associates with. When either she, or another object is displaced it is as though it has no associative context in the present location or time. Such an object is not necessarily removed from environment, nor does is it necessarily even directly affected by Sarah's power; only that a displaced object is treated as not being present to Sarah.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 150 cm, or ~59 inches
Weight: 10 kg mass, or ~98 LBS earth weight
Strength Level: Human Level: Child
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Human Level: Child
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 10 Hours*
Agility: Human Level: Child
Intelligence: Human Level: Child
Fighting Skill: Human Level: Child

* If there is but one universal truth, it is that children have an exasperating amount of stamina. Since her "maximum" effort is hardly that above normal her tolerance for maintaining it has naturally increased.

Resources: Low.
Money is by its very nature an abstract idea. While Sarah doesn't really understand money, she understands needing it. Sarah always has exactly as much as she needs, and never needs very much. Any bills she incurs are simply paid by Mother, which generates money as needed, and only as needed. To Sarah, the idea of being in possession of fifty dollars would make her "filthy rich" even though mother regularly pays hundreds of dollars every month on home, utilities, and food.

Weaknesses:
Her greatest strength is also her greatest weakness, and it impacts the character in many ways.

• Socially Awkward:
  When a person starts seeing things for what they really are. Really seeing them, it becomes virtually impossible for that same person to see things again how others want them to be seen. This vision one has of themselves, and allowing the facade to be maintained, is what all of our polite society is built upon.
• Physically Weak:
  Sarah sees herself as a member of the human race, and while she possesses an inhuman gift, she doesn't see herself as super human. Because the nature of how she sees herself is as that of a human being her physical form will always posses the traits appropriate to a base human.
• Child:
  While not directly related to her super powers, Sara is still just a child and is easily dismissed, and underestimated. The nature of youth has both its advantages, and disadvantages, but in modern society it is the disadvantages that typically win out the most.
  
  The aspect that her powers play into in this regard is that her super-hero persona is an abstraction of her true self, and is alternate to it. As long as she sees herself as a child, her persona will be that of a child, and the two forms age independently.

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

Hedy Lamarr

The woman that this Lamarr was named after. Actress, and inventor of the Signal Hopping technology now known as Bluetooth.

Mother. After Sarah's powers awakened only the idea of her family survived. They fill the role one would expect of them, in all practical sense, but they are also in a very real sense not people. Sarah doesn't fully understand all that a mother is expected to do, and this causes what she perceives her mother to be to shift and change drastically from time to time. Since this abstraction is only the object perception remaining from her awakening event the consequences are themselves unimaginable.

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

It was Saturday morning and the sun was slowly climbing into the sky, or at least, Sarah thought it should be. Were she honest, the only light she needed was cast off by the 36 inch television screen. So long as her cartoons were on the rest of the world simply didn't exist; to her anyway. An old box with a rounded screen contained her weekly delight, lines squiggled down the screen on occasion, accompanied by frames of pure black-and-white static. It was a reminder that she still lived in the real world, and not the world of cartoons.

She clicked off the set when she heard Mother calling to her, that which her stomach had been telling her for the last half hour. It was lunch time. Sarah rolled up off of her belly, and skipped down the hall to from the bedroom, through the living room, to the kitchen. Though she paid it little mind, the house was immaculate as Mother cleaned it regularly, and was even now standing over the sink doing dishes.

Mother's stepford appearance was exactly like that Sarah recalled from a movie they once watched together, and her monotone gray-scale visage was the picture of perfect bliss, from a wedding photo on Mother's nightstand. "Here you go, honey. Eat up," Mother said, as she handed the plate to Sarah. "When you're finished put the plate in the sink." Mother blew through Sarah as she lifted a windbreaker from the hook near the door. "Mommy has yoga class to get to, but if you want to play outside, that's fine. Do wear your coat though, okay sweetie?"

With that Mother disappeared through the door as she was wont to do at this time. Sarah pulled down her own hoodie from the coat hooks on the back of the door, and shimmied into it. "Today," her muffled words came through the fabric as she struggled with it, "I'mma play Power Puff Girls." When she finally managed to push her face through the collar, her white mask had already dawned, and a gold embroidery of the real numbers burned itself onto her chest.

With that, Sarah stepped out to find some evil-doers to vanquish, and as far as she was concerned, her house ceased to exist beyond the place she'd go when she got tired.

[MelonHead]

So, Sarah Roh is a post structuralist?

She's too young to be reading Derrida's deconstruction.