[CHAR] Justice League Unlimited

The Justice League had been active for several years. Their membership included Superman, Batman, Vixen, Green Lantern (Alan Scott), and Robot Man. Most of them were already in their 40's, Batman was rumored to be in his 50's. The team took down threats such as Brainiac, the rogue General Eiling, Solomon Grundy and an army of the undead, a Thanagarian Cult, and dozens of others. Weeks ago, in a battle with the alien tyrant Despero, both Vixen and Robotman were killed in action. Robotman COULD have survived, but the three eyed behemoth crushed his head and destroyed the original brain of Cliff Steele.

One year ago...

The Justice League extended its reach and took in several new heroes to form the Justice League Unlimited. Over the course of the first several weeks the League learned about the existance of a similar group, composed of super criminals, calling themselves the Society and brought together by the devious Lex Luthor Jr. Shortly after the Society made themselves known, the Question deduced that the super criminals were after artifacts composed of a mysterious Nth metal. During a mission that saw a group going to the destroyed remains of Atlantis, Ravager was seemingly killed by an unseen attacker and left for dead. Her father, Deathstroke, would later abduct her from JLU headquarters to help her recover on his own terms. Bulleteer would also be attacked in Metropolis and taken out of action after taking trauma to his head after the enemies of the League were informed by Lobo that his helmet was composed of Nth metal. Ambush Bug was killed during an attack on the League's HQ, and the heroic Clayface was torn apart as well.

Over the course of the last year the League would continue to evolve. Superman would be defeated and killed by the monster called Doomsday. Green Lantern has retired after finding out his reformed enemy turned fiancee Thorn was pregnant with twins. And Batman has seemingly stepped down from the League as well but not before sponsoring Clutch as the new wheelman for the Justice League Unlimited.

Present day...

The League still moves forward after everything they've been through. Supergirl and Blue Beetle have stepped up to lead this new era of the team, however a crashed spaceship would change everything. Discovering the hero called Starman in the wreckage, the League was warned that white Martians have began invading the planet and one of their own has already been replaced by a Martian! Who will be revealed as the traitor? Where did Starman come from?

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About the Founders...

Superman - He's the first superhero. The reason it's even called a super-hero. His career seemingly began in the 1970's, however reports indicate he may have been active as far back as WWII. Same basic powers of Superman. He makes everybody in the room wanna stand a little bit taller. A big blue boyscout to this day, he has a line he'll never cross and ALWAYS finds another way. He's pretty much the big gun of the metahuman/alien archetypes. He's only been Clark Kent the last twenty years or so of his life on Earth. He obviously ages slower in the universe than past incarnations. - Deceased

Batman (mask off) - Same billionaire playboy philanthropist, his career just began in the late 90's and has lasted nearly two decades. He is to the gadgeteers and standard human heroes what Superman is to metas and aliens. The big gun. Basically picture Ben Afleck's Batman here just with more gray hair. - Retired

Green Lantern - Alan Scott is the resident GL, and the ONLY GL in this universe. I'm staying away from the GLC and all the rainbow brigade Corps. His career stretches over the last decade or so and a few years back he absorbed the energies of his magic ring internalizing his power. He's the big gun of the supernatural/magic archetypes. He's also based in Gotham and mostly patrols during the day when Batman isn't being Batman. - Retired

Robotman - Cliff Steele was once a racecar driver and adrenaline junkie. He jumped out of planes, served two years in the military, and was even a bouncer on a cruise ship for several months. It was to no surprise to anyone when he finally went too far and crashed an experimental NHRA racing car. His body was near completely destroyed, which is when his friends at STAR Labs Dr. Niles Caulder and Silas Stone put his brain into the body of a machine. Still ever the enthusiast he decided superheroics were in his future and took the alias Robotman [he wasn't very original]. He was a hero of Midway for several years before joining the other founding five in the Justice League. In the battle with Despero his brain was destroyed, thus ending the career of Robotman. - Deceased

Vixen - Mari McCabe was born in Africa and possessed the magical Tantu Totem. This is a magical artifact, supposedly passed down over several generations from mother to daughter, and is the source of her power. Giving her the ability to mimic the attributes of any animal on the planet, Mari used this power to protect her village until moving to the United States and going to college. After graduating Mari was offered a modeling contract with an agency in NYC. Getting lost in the spotlight and fame, she was eventually reminded of the power and responsibility and publicly came out as the hero Vixen. After joining the JL for several years, her life was snuffed out when the behemoth Despero used his immense strength to crush her under the weight of a destroyed skyscraper. - Deceased

Background heroes in the Tower...

Vibe - Hispanic breakdancer turned metahuman hero from Detroit.
Amazing Man - the energy absorbing, hard hitting, African American hero.
Ambush Bug - Deceased
Fire - Brazilian green fire manipulator.
Ice - ice manipulator from Norway.

Other notable heroes...

Commander Steel - Henry 'Hank' Heywood was a member of the United States Marine Corps during the second World War. Injured during an attack caused by Nazi saboteurs, Heywood underwent an extensive, experimental surgery that resulted in him obtaining a 'skin of steel'. Possessing superhuman durability and strength, Hank took on the alias Commander Steel, secretly returning to the war where he was approached by Doctor Fate. Seeing the long war ahead, Fate came to Steel to ask him to lead a specialized team and the new hero did not disappoint. Forming the Justice Society, Commander Steel lead the group into battle after battle, emerging victorious. Unfortunately, Hank's story does not have a happy ending as the surgery wound up impacting his mental health. As he aged, his sanity began to wane and so to this day, Henry Heywood resides in Arkham Asylum, having been put there by those who loved him most.

Wonder Woman - Possibly the first superhuman to appear in the public eye. Wonder Woman, or Diana of Themyscria, predates the Justice Society by nearly two decades having originally appeared during the first World War. An Amazon hailing from a hidden paradise island, Wonder Woman possesses strength, speed and durability only surpassed by Superman herself. Armed with incredible mystical weapons such as her bracers and lasso, Wonder Woman did miracles for the allied troops in the Great War and served as a founding member of the Justice Society before retiring to Themyscria after the second World War. She has not been heard from since.

Wildcat - The youngest among the Justice Society, Theodore 'Ted' Grant was a rising world class heavy-weight boxer. The last to be recruited to the Justice Society, Ted Grant was also the last to remain active, returning to Gotham where he would fight crime on the streets until one night when a young Bruce Wayne knocked on his door. Training Bruce Wayne changed Ted, settling some of the wild in the cat as the man changed focus from protecting the streets to giving youths an outlet as he opened a free gym. Still, Ted retains his ties to the world of costumed antics and from time to time will still be asked to train a young hero on how to properly land a punch.

The Flash - The original Flash, Jason 'Jay' Garrick was a college student who after a lab accent found his latent metahuman genes activated. Using his powers originally to have a comfortable college football career, the curse of power and responsible eventually caught up with Jay as the call of second World War was too much to ignore. Using his abilities on the field, Jay was approached by the mysterious Doctor Fate who set Jay onto the path of Hank Heywood, otherwise known as Commander Steel. Joining with the Commander, Jay acted as a member of the Justice Society until he was forced to retire. His metagene unfortunately accelerated his aging and Jay retired shortly into the early 1960's. But Jay's legacy lives on, as the mantle of the Flash was passed down. Without using his abilities, Jay was able to prolong his life and lived among society as a civilian, marrying his college sweetheart Joan. Jay passed away peacefully in his sleep five years ago surrounded by friends and loved ones.

Doctor Fate - During the late 1930's, archaeologist, Sven Nelson and his son, Kent Nelson traveled to the Valley of Ur. It was there the pair stumbled across the tomb of Nabu the Wise. Exploring the tomb, Kent accidentally opens the sarcophagus containing Nabu and with it released the trap that had long awaited would-be tomb raiders. A poisonous gas was released into the room, and both Sven and Kent fell victim to it. Waking up, Kent found himself at the feet of a man he did not recognize, this man turned out to be Nabu who, through what little strength he had, reached out and saved Kent. Revealing to Kent that he was no longer on Earth but in the realm of the Lords of Order, Nabu sent Kent back to Earth but provided him one parting gift. A golden helmet. This helmet would transform Kent into Doctor Fate, merging the body of Kent Nelson with the mind of Nabu. Endowed with mastery of the mystic and arcane, Kent was able to see the future and the horror of the second war. Nabu provided him a solution however and Kent, now called Doctor Fate, set out to unite the Justice Society. Serving as a member for its entire duration, when the Society was disbanded to make room for the League, Doctor Fate disappeared without a trace.

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Active Characters

• Member 00492 as Starman ^GM
• Sir Lurksalot as The Rookie Champion ^Co-GM

• Simple Unicycle as The Question
• rocketrobie2 as Blue Beetle
• WXer as Polarity Man
• NecroKnight as Lizard
• The Angry Goat as The Warden
• Archmage MC as Toon Girl
• Afro Samurai as Shazam
• Unknown100 as Supergirl
• ineffable as Apollex
• Holy Soldier as Red Star
• Damo021 as Wonder Woman II
• baraquiel as Kitsune

Inactive Characters

• Weird Tales as Mr. Clutch - Disappeared
• Archangel89 as Kid Flash - No posts to date.
• Lord Wraith as Ravager - Conflicting schedule
• FiroIV as Gypsy - Dropped out
• Roman as Whiplash - Dropped out
• Blue Demon as Clayface - Dropped Out
• Burning Kitty as Solara - Rage Quit
• Hillan as Dark Messiah - No Post To Date
• DivineDarkness as The Flash (III) - No Post To Date
• Experiment 249 as Judgement - Missing In Action

Character Application

Name:
Alias:
Age:
Personality: [five words best describing your hero]
Archetype: Metahuman, Alien, Alien Tech, Mystic/Supernatural, or Gadgeteer
Powers: [don't get too nuts]
Weaknesses:
Appearance:
Character Evolution: [How do you want your character to grow within the League? What do you want as far as a personal story? A friendship/rivalry in the JLU? A superhero girlfriend or boyfriend?]
BRIEF Bio:
Notes:
Sample Post: [Two paragraphs minimum with dialogue]

[Omega Man]

STARMAN

Name: Daniel 'Danny' Blaine, Thom Kallor
Alias: Starman
Age: 33
Personality: Reckless, cocky, honorable, prideful, mysterious (nobody knows he's from the future)
Archetype: Metahuman, Alien Tech
Powers:

gravity manipulation:

* flight
* anti-gravity push - an extension of his force field
* anti-gravity force fields - this is what gives him flight and protects him and at times others from small arms fire and energy attacks
* increases mass to induce gravity

cosmic energy pistol (the golden gun): fires and absorbs cosmic energy

Weaknesses:

Standard humanoid weaknesses, though his personal field can deflect small arms fire and weaker energy based attacks. Powerful characters could wipe him out fairly easily unless he's exhausting all of his power.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Danny will be a bit reckless in the beginning, but as his power grows while on Earth he'll also mature into a more well rounded hero. He's still a bit of a space cowboy...

BRIEF Bio:

When he was only sixteen, he was a member of the Legion of Superheroes in the far future (3002) and went by the name Starboy. In an adventure that threw the team through the centuries, Thom was stranded in the late 90's/early 2000's with no memory of his past and was placed in the Sunshine Orphanage in Opal City. He was given the name Daniel Blaine and after getting older he left the orphanage to live a basic life in the smaller town of Opal as a production line worker at a bottling plant.

Around the age of twenty-five Danny tapped into his powers for the first time since being lost in time and found what was once his Legion flight ring. Teammates from the future showed up, still around the ages of seventeen to twenty, and recruited the older hero into the ranks once more. When they asked if he wanted to go back to the future he mentioned he wanted to stay in this time period. For the last several years as Starman, Daniel has traveled between at least forty to fifty space sectors and befriended several alien allies in J'onn J'onzz (the Martian Manhunter), Tigorr (last of the Omega Men), and Hawkgirl of Thanagar.

Currently his starship has crashed to Earth after white martians began building their ranks and attacked him and J'onn on the edge of space sector 2814. The last of the green Martians was killed in the crash landing of Starman's ship, the Van Gogh.

Notes:

* Danny won the golden gun from Tigorr in sector 2028 a year ago in the equivalent of a galactic poker card game. The last of the Omega Men boasted he stole it from one of the New Gods.

* This version of Starman is meant to be similar to the modern movie version of Marvel's Starlord.

Sample Post: Just look at anything I've done in the RP lol

Formerly...

BULLETEER

Name: James Barr

Alias:



Age: 26

Personality: trustworthy, intelligent, boy-scout, selfless, mannerly

Archetype: Metahuman/Gadgeteer

Powers:

* Heightened physical attributes - augmented strength and speed [max lift 10,000 pounds (a small car), max speed 75 mph on foot 2,500 feet per second (around 1,700 mph) in the air.

* Heightened mental attributes - photographic memory, strategical and mathematical thinker

* Flight helmet - Nth metal alloy that allows James to fly.

* Nth metal - Nth metal wrist guards on his gloves help James project a field that can stop any projectile Matrix-style. Something of a personal sized tk field. They also aid him in flying stability.

Weaknesses:

* Concentration is required to use Nth metal for flight, take his mind off the game and he's out of the air.

* If he doesn't concentrate and have a field up, larger arms fire and energy attacks can hurt him.

* Still affected by vision, gas, mental, and biological attacks.

Appearance:



Character Evolution: He's a small town guy trying to just get out there more and experience as much as he can.

BRIEF Bio:

James was born and raised in Fawcett and his father was a police officer. Responding to a call his father was killed one night when James was twelve and it changed his life forever. He decided he wanted to be a cop like his dad and honor his memory. However, James wasn't the most athletic guy in the world and stuck more to CSI type work. While experimenting with some chemicals that he thought were going to create a 'truth serum' to gain info out of anyone, what he'd actually stumbled upon was something of a super-steroid for his body AND mind.

After his base powers were discovered he modeled himself a superhero alter ego after an ally of Superman in an 80's cartoon, the Bulletman. He managed to scavenge some Nth metal debris the last time Thanagarians attacked Earth and fashioned an anti gravity helmet for flight as well as Nth metal buttons on his gloves that help produce the protective field and stabilize his flying.

Taking the name the Bulleteer, James began cleaning up the riff raff in the bad neighborhoods of Fawcett alongside other heroes before being approached by the Justice League.

Notes:

* Never understood how the super serum game him so much intelligence to craft an anti-gravity helmet, so I made it Nth metal to make it a little easier for him. His heightened brain power comes in the form of a photographic memory and more strategic and mathematical thinking.

* Obviously there are ties to both Capt. Marvel [Shazam] and Hawkman. If I need to I can tweak those bits. However it should be noted the classic Bulletman was the 2nd most popular Fawcett Comics character behind Capt, Marvel so I kinda still want him to be from the town of Fawcett.

Sample Post:

It was just another day at the office. James was the CSI on first shift from seven in the morning till around three in the afternoon. His relief was a man name Dexter with red hair, a short stature, and glasses. With only a few months of being a superhero, James always spent every minute he could in the air perfecting his aerial maneuvers. As the clock on the wall hit 3 Barr was already getting his things ready to walk out the door. On his way out of the police department he saw his older co-worker Detective Kent as well as his daughter Susan. Susan was around the same age as James and he greeted them both.

"Kent... there's no way that's your girlfriend..." James said with a laugh and a grin.

"Watch it kid, this is my daughter. She's studying forensics at Fawcett U. and will probably take your job in another six months!" Kent replied with a laugh of his own that was much different and more of a whole body laugh.

The girl blushed and James grinned and his dimples were showing in his cheeks.

"It's nice meeting you. Don't let this guy get you into any trouble..." he continued shaking her hand before leaving.

Moments later....

Barr was suited up. He strapped his helmet on and took to the skies and practiced his moves. As the Bulleteer he flew the fastest with his hands and arms extended above his head, and to go left or right he simply had to make a ninety degree angle with his arms and put one out to the side while the other remained over his head. It was a good day for flying. That was until his JLU communicator went off in his pants pocket.

"League Unlimited members report to the Metro Tower in Metropolis. We have a situation. Teleporters will be online and operational for the next ten minutes. Batman out." said a grizzled voice over the pager.

Lucky for James, there was a teleporter hidden in a greenhouse on the roof of a Wayne Foundation building on the outskirts of town. The Wayne Foundation worked much like the Salvation Army and had several branches in the north eastern region of the Unites States. Whereas Wayne Industries had several manufacturing plants across the 'States that made everything from pharmaceutical supplies, car parts, extreme sporting equipment, as well as three different ammunition plants for the US military and law enforcement.

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[Simple Unicycle]

Vic Sage - The Question

Name: Vic Sage (born Charles Victor Szasz)
Age: 27 (born March 15, 1991)
Personality: Brave ? Ruthless ? Determined ? Paranoid ? Eccentric
Archetype: Gadgeteer

Abilities

Pragmatic Combatant: Vic is adept at hand-to-hand combat, his fighting style mostly consisting of a combination of street fighting and boxing. In addition to this, he is known to do anything to win a fight, including using objects within the environment as weapons and resorting to dirty tricks (I.E. hitting his opponent in the privates).
Genius: Vic is highly intelligent, being able to use this intellect to decipher codes and, well, ciphers, hack into computer terminals and other electronics, and plan strategies.
Master Detective: Vic is a brilliant investigator, though he's still a long way from being at Batman's skill level. He can spot even the smallest of details and make deductions from minuscule evidence.
Indomitable Will: Vic has a resolve of steel; if he sets his mind to something, he does it. All of it. This allows him to resist torture and any other attempts to break his mind or spirit. This doesn't mean that he can take said torture for long without passing out or dying from the pain; just that he won't give in to it.
Strong Sense of Justice (upside): Without a doubt, Vic is someone who will always stand by his views of good and evil; he believes in moral absolutism, good and evil with no shades of grey, and will not compromise on his views for anything. Justice must be held, and evil must be punished. Because of these views, it is almost impossible to make him turn from the side of good.

Gadgets

Grappling Gun: The standard mode of transportation for all gadgeteers. It's a hydraulic powered gun which launches a grappling hook, which then retracts, allowing the user to scale large distances quickly.
Hacking Kit: A device which allows the Question to hack into most technology.
Body Armor: It's not much of a gadget, really. The Question wears sleek body armor underneath his suit for protection. It can stop most small caliber gunfire and bladed weapons, though anything more is a problem.
Camera Camouflage: A device built into the Question's armor which allows him to mask himself from most digital recording devices. Most people don't even know he's still on the Justice League roster due to never appearing in photos.
Bonding Gas Canister: A device invented by Professor Aristotle Rodor, it is an improvement over the Question's previous way to use the bonding gas. This device allows him to use two different modes: bonding mode, and gas only mode. The bonding mode will apply or remove his mask, while the gas only mode will just release the gas without the bonding properties. Useful for intimidation.

Weaknesses

Normal Human: Unlike most of the League, Vic is just a normal human. He still needs to eat, drink, and sleep, he is not fast enough to dodge bullets, he is not durable enough to shrug off knives and other weapons, and he is not strong enough to punch holes in concrete walls; he's just a normal man trying to do good.
Glass Jaw: To add to one of my last statements, Vic is not durable, even by normal human standards. While definitely stronger than most normal humans, it does not extend to defense. If a person with super strength were to punch him, he would most likely be crushed like a bug even if they toned their strength down. This is mitigated slightly by his body armor.
Bad Reputation: Vic is a well-known crackpot, and others usually avoid him because of this. Of course, this reputation is warranted, due to his paranoid nature, ruthlessness bordering on psychopathy, and anti-social attitude. Due to his reputation, people are hesitant to work with him and unlikely to trust him.
Horrible With Others: Vic is very independent, and does not enjoy working with others. While he will suck it up most of the time, if someone comes up with a plan that he doesn't like, he will ignore it in favor of his own plan.
Strong Sense of Justice (downside): Vic's belief that evil must be punished is so strong that he will not let a villain get away with their crimes (even if bringing said villain to justice would bring about the end of the world or something similar). Similarly, if someone does something evil for the greater good, he will not let them go unpunished. The only way to prevent him from enacting justice on those he perceives as evil is to kill him.

Appearance: Vic is a rather average man, standing at 5'9 with a slim yet athletic figure and almost always seen wearing a suit and tie. He has red hair that he keeps short and neat, and no facial hair to speak of. In addition, he has fair skin and brown eyes, giving him the image of a nine-to-five office worker instead of a dangerous vigilante.
Vic's costume usually consists of a suit, a trench coat, and a fedora; however, if he needs to act immediately, he will just use whatever he was wearing at the time. He wears a mask of Pseudoderm (artificial skin originally designed as a bandage), which cements itself to his face using a special bonding gas. The gas also changes the color of his clothing, in addition to changing his hair color from red to black. Finally, his costume sports elevator shoes, boosting his height by two inches.
Character Evolution: I'd like for Question to begin as a very standoffish person, rarely interacting with others if it isn't on a mission. Over time, he would slowly befriend one hero (or multiple heroes) and open up to them. And, if anyone decides to play Huntress and is open to it, then I'd like to have a romance similar to the one they shared in the JLU cartoon (because that pairing will always be my OTP); however, if no one plays Huntress, he's open to a romance with any of the lovely ladies, so long as they don't mind him calling at two in the morning to discuss the new portion he added to the Conspiracy.
Bio: Charles Victor Szasz was born to a prostitute and one of her clients, whom she only ever referred to as 'Walter'. Despite what most would think, his home life wasn't horrible, or at least it wasn't as bad as it could have been. His mother did her best to care for him, never blaming him for her problems or taking out her anger on him, and she ensured that Charles had the best life that she could provide.

However, outside of home, Charles was frequently the target of bullying and scorn due to his mother's profession and origin within the slums. Most of the time, Charles would just take it and never react; however, when he was ten, he was taken away by Child Protective Services after getting into a fight with two boys who cornered him, which ended in one boy being blinded in one eye by a lit cigarette and the other having part of his cheek bitten off.

When asked what made him do this, he stated that they called him a 'whoreson' and various other things. Normally, he would be fine with this, but when one asked the other if he thought Charles's mother would suck their dicks for a dollar, he flew into a rage. He was sent to a run-down home for problematic children, and everything he did that could be perceived as bad was punished with a few hard wraps on the knuckles with a yard stick. Despite many attempts, he was never adopted by a family, and spent the rest of his childhood and adolescence there.

At eighteen, Charles was let go from the home. He did his best to track down his mother, only to discover that she had died five years earlier. Jobless, homeless, and with no hope left, he was found and taken in by a college professor named Aristotle 'Tot' Rodor, who became something like the father that Charles never had. He changed his name to Vic Sage and, with Tot's help, got into college and graduated with a major in journalism. He got a job at a news station at the age of 22, and became an anchorman at the age of 24.

A year ago, Tot approached Vic and informed him that one of his colleagues, Arby Twain, was going to sell a substance called Pseudoderm to third world countries despite its toxicity if applied to open wounds. Vic wanted to take Twain down, but could not do so as himself because of his famous features. Tot then suggested that Vic use a mask made of Pseudoderm to do so, and Vic agreed. Vic took down Twain, getting a recorded confession from him, before binding him in Pseudoderm and leaving him in front of the police station along with a copy of the confession.

After that, Vic decided that this new alter-ego would be useful, and began to use it to fight crime and dig up leads where he couldn't go as Vic Sage. Eventually, Tot modified the bonding gas for Pseudoderm to also change Vic's hair color and the color of his clothing, and Vic gave this alter-ego a name: The Question. And so, the faceless vigilante as we know him was born. After a year of fighting crime, he heard about how the Justice League was recruiting, and decided to join them in order to enact justice on a larger scale.

One Year Later...

The Question stayed with the Justice League despite many hardships, and was crucial in deducing the Society's motives for their first few attacks. In the aftermath, he stayed with the League and helped deal with the fallout. Recently, he has made a few additions to his equipment and costume, in order to help give him an edge working alongside his fellow Leaguers.
Notes: This Question takes inspiration from the DCAU Question, Rorschach from Watchmen, and some of my own personal additions. Expect a character that's basically Rorschach if he didn't kill criminals and was obsessed with conspiracies... Wait, sorry; Conspiracy, singular.
He speaks in a pidgin fashion, which means that any conversations with him will be laconic and to the point. One would easily mistake it for broken English if it wasn't for his American accent.
Vic's press pass.
The Question is now in Microhero form! And featuring Vic Sage!

Sample Post

The Question stands at his perch on the rooftop of an office building. In the distance, he hears a car alarm, and adjusts his fedora before running across the rooftops in the direction of said alarm. Soon enough, he arrives at the scene, finding a man breaking into a parked car. 'Carjacking,' Question thinks, 'easy.'
Swiftly and silently, Question slips down the fire escape on the side of the building. He peeks around the corner, looking at the criminal as he fumbles about inside the car, attempting to hotwire it. 'First time carjacking... Correction: very easy.'
Gracefully, Question flits about from shadow to shadow, making his way to the car. Soon enough he stands next to the driver's door, the car thief not noticing him. Question punches the door's window, breaking through it and grabbing the thief by the throat at the same time.
After dragging the thief out of the broken window and into the street, Question stands menacingly over him. The thief, cowering, looks up at the faceless vigilante in a mix of fear and shock. "Y-your fucking face!" He stammers out in disbelief.
Question shrugs, "Acne cream."
"S-shit man, don't kill me! I'll... I'll split the profit with you after I sell the c-car! Just don't kill m-me, please!" The thief raises his hands to cover his face. Question stares at the man for a moment... Before chuckling. The would-be carjacker looks at him in disbelief, then asks: "The hell is so funny?"
"Won't kill you," Question pauses, and the thief sighs a breath of belief. "Will knock you out."
"Wait, wha- OOF!" The thief is silenced by a quick kick to the face, and his eyes roll back as he slips into blissful unconsciousness. The Question stands over him for a moment, before pulling out a pair of handcuffs and handcuffing the thief to a streetlamp. With one last chuckle, Question reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his calling card, dropping it in the thief's lap as he goes.
An hour later, two police officers find a man in ratty clothing cuffed to a streetlamp. In his lap, they find a plain white business card. One officer picks it up, and drops it in surprise when it emits smoke. When the smoke clears, the two officers look at the card on the ground, seeing that a black question mark has appeared on it. A breeze blows the card off the ground, and the two officers watch as it flits away into the night.

Vic's Relationship Sheet

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^{// ♥ Crush ♥ // ☮ Friend ☮ // ☯ Acquaintance ☯ // ⚜ Rival ⚜ // § Frenemy § // ☠ Enemy ☠ //}

☯ Allen, Barry aka Kid Flash:

Vic has yet to interact with Kid Flash, though he thinks that the kid has big shoes to fill.

☯ Blaine, Daniel aka Starman:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Starman, though he is cautious around the hero due to his mysterious origins.

☯ Campen, Lexi aka Apollex:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Apollex, but views her as being very naive.

☯ Carter, Najee aka Captain Marvel (II):

Vic has had minimal interactions with Captain Marvel, though he respects the hero's work in Fawcett City.

☯ Jester, Jessica aka The Lizard:

Vic had a rather negative first impression of Jessica, though over time this has mellowed out and become a simple acquaintanceship; they work together when on missions together, never go out of their way to interact with one another, and that's all.

☯ Kent, Lara aka Supergirl:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Supergirl, though he holds a high respect for her due to her parentage.

☮ Kord, Ted aka Blue Beetle:

Vic views Blue Beetle as his best friend, and trusts the man with his life. The two worked together before the League, and continue to work together in the League.

☯ Light, Lucy aka Toon Girl:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Toon Girl, though he thinks of her as a rather creepy addition to the team. This isn't helped by her history with Mr. Myxlplyx.

☯ MacAodhan, Duncan aka Champion:

Vic has had a few interactions with Champion, and finds him a rather interesting enigma due to the fact that he didn't want to be a hero and just takes whatever alias is given to him, in addition to his budding romance with Lizard. Needless to say, Vic is planning to investigate further.

☯ Ryker, James aka Mr. Clutch:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Mr. Clutch, though he thinks of him as a sell-out.

⚜ Trainor, Lieutenant Lawrence aka Polarity Man:

Vic has a tense relationship with Lieutenant Trainor. He has treated the man with distrust due to his military background and so far it appears the feeling is mutual. Time will tell if their relationship changes.

☯ Medved, Vadim Semyonovich aka Red Star:

Vic has had minimal interactions with Red Star, and has no opinion on the man.

⚜ Wilson, Rose aka Ravager (MIA/DECEASED/???):

Vic had a small rivalry with Rose, which arose from conflicting personalities and morals, as well as a small attraction to her. He was saddened to hear of her near death experience in Atlantis, as well as her capture from the Justice League HQ.

☮ Unknown aka The Warden:

Vic is friends with the Warden, having remained so since their first mission together in Saint Roch. Vic respects the Warden's level-headed personality and fighting prowess. Time will tell if their relationship changes.

[WXer]

Lt. Lawrence Trainor - Polarity Man

Name: Lt. Lawrence Trainor

Alias: Polarity Man – The Soldier of the Skies

Age: 33

Personality: Hopeful, Mellow, Brave, Self-Destructive, Indifferent

Archetype: Alien tech, the origin of which is kept secret from him by his military superiors.

Powers: Polarity Man’s powers mainly come from his mechanical power suit, which he has dubbed the “Patroller”. The suit’s capabilities include jet propulsion flight with a recorded Mach 2 speed limit, enhanced strength, radiation and atmospheric-pressure resistance, satellite wave interception, a visual scanner, and an arm blaster which fires radioactive or electrical energy at either short bursts or prolonged streams.

The lieutenant himself has one specific power which is the generation of a negatively charged energy with radioactive elements. In fact, his physiology changes to a plasma-like state when he generates enough of this energy that allows him to phase through certain solid surfaces, mainly the metal plating of the Patroller as it lacks an entry hatch.

Weaknesses: The two halves of Polarity Man cannot function without the other; Lawrence Trainor requires the suit to regulate his energy production or he risks overloading himself but the Patroller also cannot function without his unique energy signature either. The specifics of an overload are unclear but the lieutenant has no intentions of testing the theories regarding it.

Appearance: Underneath the armor and uniform are burns that have completely erased all traces of the lieutenant before becoming Polarity Man. To remedy this, specially prepared bandages that can help regulate the negative energy are wrapped around most of his body. This personal appearance of his is completely secret to the public though. For all they know, the Patroller suit is Polarity Man.

The Lieutenant

The Patroller

Character Evolution: While I personally will go with the flow of the story, I hope to see Polarity Man change from just a soldier to a real superhero over its course, perhaps even find the humanity that he lost. Other character changes will hopefully happen though I don’t have anything else in mind at the moment.

BRIEF Bio: As a USAF test pilot, Lt. Trainor had flown many top-secret aircraft out of the Langley airbase he was stationed at. The day he flew the experimental jet codenamed “Doom Patroller” was just like any other as well. The eggheads present at the flight assured him that it was going to revolutionize the way all fighter jets could respond to meta-human threats, serving as a solution rather than just a distraction. Lawrence didn’t believe the assessments, or rather, he didn’t care. However, once the jet’s systems shut off mid-flight and he started to free fall from the sky, he went from disinterested to shrieking mad in an instant. Before he hit the ground though, the jet imploded upon itself and form fitted a mechanical suit to his body that protected him from the impact.

When he came to, Lawrence was back at the air base’s medical bay but some remains of the jet had somehow fused to parts of his body like shrapnel which they were unable to remove. These pieces embedded in his skin gave off a unique energy signature that he would find to be both a curse and a blessing. He would spend months recovering from the crash and even more months learning to use the jet’s new form. While this went on, his superiors had negotiated for him to become a part of the Justice League as a US government sponsored member. Though the details of the deal are not known by the public, Polarity Man now finds himself in the ranks of the Justice League.

Notes: The character is mostly Negative Man with a twist of Robot Man, Blue Beetle and Captain Atom, while the mech appearance is the Gespenst from Endless Frontier. The Patroller suit is 2.12 meters in height and weighs 328.40 kilos.

Sample Post:

“Did I ever tell you how ridiculous the name ‘Polarity Man’ sounds?” said the being of pure energy emerging from the metal chassis of a jet-black mech suit, after landing in the middle of Nowhere, Virginia. Slowly, this being would reform itself into a solid state but the man that stood in its place looked quite banged up. Bandages covered a majority of his body but he otherwise looked just like any other flyboy that operated out from the Langley airbase, complete with a bomber jacket with an assortment of military badges and a pair of shades that look straight out of Top Gun. He would lay on the grassy field he found himself in, letting the minutes pass along with clouds that flew by. However, this tranquility wouldn't last long as he stood back up and continued his complaints. “I bet you the same engineers who designed the jet came up with the name. Apparently, we needed a fitting identity for the J.L. and a tagline that the public would recognize for good P.R. branding. I mean, I really don’t care bu-.”

Before he could finish his sentence, he would begin to lose his balance and fall to one knee as an electrical charge surged through his body. He stayed in such a position for a few minutes before regaining his composure as the shock stopped. “Right. Forgot about that. I guess we better suit back up, huh?” Across the man was no one else but the mech suit that he had emerged from, currently lifeless and immobile. However, the moment Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor re-entered, the systems of the machine were quick to start back up. With a smirk hidden underneath his bandages, Polarity Man would fire up his engines and hit the skies once more, patrolling to protect the free world underneath him.

[Weird Tales]

Mr. Clutch

Name: Jim Ryker
Alias: Mr. Clutch
Age: 25
Personality: arrogant, individualistic, rash, brave and loyal
Archetype: metahuman/Gadgeteer
Powers:
Enhanced reflexes: Jim's only metahuman power is his inhumanly sharp hand eye coordination, which allows him to see and react to things at incredible speed. This has helped him become a superb driver.

Expert martial artist: Jim is an excellent hand to hand combat fighter

The Bolt 3000: The Bolt 3000 is a high tech car crafted from a mix of New Gods technology and earth tech. It is a highly advanced vehicle that can reach incredible speeds and is equipped with loads of features. They are as follows.

Spiked tires for driving up steep surfaces and walls.

Anti gravity converters that allow the car to fly and jump over surfaces.

Super speed: on land the Bolt 3000 can hit a top speed of 600 mph and in the air its top flight speed is mach 1

Machine guns and laser guns for combat. The machine guns are equipped with normal, and rubber bullets for non lethal attacks.

Super tough body that can withstand firearms and explosions.
Weaknesses: Aside from his vehicle, Jim is just as vulnerable as normal human. His car while powerful will run low on power if it goes through a beating and utilizes it's laser weapons in excessive ways.
Appearance:

Character Evolution: His character arc is him learning that hero work isn't about branding and selling to the public.
BRIEF Bio: Jim Ryker was born to the famous race car driver Matt Ryker and from an early age Jim had a natural talent with cars. At age five he was reading adult books on vehicles and at age ten he was making his own radio controlled car models. His skill in vehicular engineering was above all of his peers in school and he had dreams of being both a race car driver and engineer for developing high speed vehicles.

As a child his favorite place to go was the go-kart track at the local amusement park in Central City where he would get a thrill from driving the mini race cars. After graduating high school with great grades, Jim went to college in Metropolis and made a good number of friends, one of which was an intern at the Wayne Corporation.

After he graduated Jim got a job as race car driver with Lex Corp, one of his sponsors and it wasn't long until he was approached by the heads of several large companies about a plan to have a hero of their own be a symbol of them giving back to the world. They had looked at his background and decided that he would be their choice. They gave him technology from the New Gods to use with earth tech to create a car with incredible power.

After taking the name Mr. Clutch, Jim set out to do hero work with Lex Corp and other companies as his sponsors.
Notes: he has a ray gun for when he is not fighting in his vehicle.

Theme song

Sample Post: Jim maneuvered the Bolt 2000 through the air as he open fired on on a group of thugs surrounding a couple and Jim would do whatever he could to help the two people. The sight of his car flying in the air and his car being equipped with machine guns made the criminals look up and point towards the car in terror. Jim as he speaks through the speakers of his incredible vehicle.

"Back away from the innocent civilians you scumbags! Otherwise you will have a taste of what kind of firepower corporate money can buy!" and as if on cue the criminals fled in terror and Jim laughed at the sight. When they were from sight, he landed his car on the ground and got out of the vehicle. He gave the couple a bow and smiled at them.

"I am grateful to help innocents in their time of need. Now before you go I must tell you that should ever need insurance for stolen or vandalized personal possessions then Lex Corp has a great and affordable plan. So if you ever need quality insurance then definitely consider Lex Corp's Lexcellence Insurance as your main option. Have a nice day and best wishes from your friendly protector Mr. Clutch" he said and then got back into his car and drove off.

"That was another job well done Mr. Clutch and a great pitch for Lex Corp's insurance program" he said to himself as drove towards the highway out of town at inane speeds.

"Damn I love my job."

[NecroKnight]

Lizard

Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)

Alias: Lizard

Age: 20

Personality: Country-girl, cheerful, friendly, helpful, quirky.

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore

Appearance:

Character Evolution: I want Jessica to be the odd one of the group, reminding them of Killer Croc. Which eventually would cause Jessica and Killer Croc to have a one-on-one fight someday. Also some kind of superhero boyfriend.

BRIEF Bio: Jessica Jones grew up in the Mississippi River Delta, being the odd girl amongst the many other bayou dwelling communities to whom the river was their way of life. Her mother, Jessy, had died in childbirth due to complications, and had been raised by her mother' parents.

That was part of what had been told to the neighbours - in truth, Jessica had been the daughter of Killer Croc aka Waylon Jones; whom had been in the area and had during a heated moment, attacked her mother. During a time, when the young female had been engaged with her own boyfriend.

The parents of her mother, had driven off Killer Croc - whom they assumed had been a large crocodile, whom had killed Jessy' boyfriend and mauled her mother badly. Her mother had been impregnated with her - yet due to the genetic trait, passed onto Jessica, that being heavy atavism - it made her have complications and died in childbirth.

While Jessica, was considered greenish almost otherwordly in appearance, equal to her father - she had been lucky. Namely her grandparents had been more kind and generous - than his childhood, considering Jessica - named after her mother, Jessy, to be their flesh-and-blood. No matter how she looked or appeared to be. Despite her atavism - Jessica remained a healthy girl. Over the years as she grew, her mother paternal' side metahuman powers started to manifest.

While her education wasn't the best one could offer - her grandparents were the more religious, and off-grid people - she was mostly home-schooled, taught how to read and write and the basics of life. What was more important, they taught her to be a good person in-general - to turn the other cheek, no matter what people said about her and always remember, that they cared about her.

Notes: Killer Croc' sired daughter, that he doesn't know exists. Raised by some old hillbillies in the bayou, in the Mississippi River Delta.

Sample Post: Jessica watched the water from the pier - as the setting sun seemed to slowly edge down over the horizon. It was almost time for dinner, only problem being they had run out of meat - and needed to go 'shopping' or that was how his grandfather liked to say. Or namely jump into the water and eat what they caught.

Jessica had a rather unique advantage - she could remain underwater for almost days on end, without any problem and was an expert swimmer. Not bothered by the gators hanging around the bayou - often times, she'd bring them for dinner, if somebody had been picking a fight with her.

"Ay'gh girl. Le's get dinner and head back - else ma' gonna have our heads, if we make it lat'e for the show," spoke Eustace, scratching his butt, holding a large plastic washing bowl.

"You got it, grandpa...be back in a minute," she spoke, jumping into the water with her clothing. Still being as green as the tall grass around them. Despite this obvious sickness - that some fancy doctor from the cities called as a skin disorder that 'should' go away in her later years.

Eustace always thought that girl was always a special case - she was stronger than he was in young and buck youth. Girl could tell the difference between a bass and pike - easily underwater. Girl had found an old gold nugget that way - allowing them to buy that TV, that Meriel liked to watch daily now. Since her ass had gotten too fat to move around much. While she looked strange, and had been called that Eustace didn't call Jessica by word - ugly. Lord knows, he wasn't much of a looker anymore. Wasn't her fault, some gator had attacked her mum and killed her daddy. Or mum dying due those blasted gator wounds months later.

Soon enough the fish started flying out of the water - namely Jessica found what she liked and threw them up towards the pier, where Eustace caught them in the washing bowl. As they soon had easily a dozen fish for Grandma' fish stew - as the girl pulled herself up and shook the water out of her green hair. That girl was certainly going to change the world - in his mind.

[Burning Kitty]

Solara

Name: Kara Zor-L

Alias: Solara

Age: 1000+ (chronologically) 31 (biologically)

Personality: [five words best describing your hero]

Archetype: Alien

Powers: Physiology
Enhanced vision (heat, x-ray, telescopic, electromagnetic spectrum, microscopic, infrared)
Flight
Superhuman abilities (strength, stamina, speed, agility, reflexes, breath)
Solar energy absorption

Weaknesses: Kryptonite, Magic

Appearance: orig01.deviantart.net/3759/f/2012/214…
Ignore the p belt buckle. She has an s belt buckle that looks like this

Character Evolution: She wants nothing more than to go back in time to right after she left so she can live a normal life. She spends all her free time learning everything she can about time travel.

BRIEF Bio: During Krypton’s Golden Age of Expansion sent out scout ships to find new worlds to colonize. Kara Zor-L was one of the surveyors sent out. Once her ship was launched and she locked in the coordinates for her first star system to survey went into cryogenic sleep the journey would take a decade to get there. During the trip her ship was hit by space turbulence, unfortunately the system that was supposed to wake her up at the signs of danger was damaged. She spent decades asleep. When she did wake up she found her ship in the middle of an unstoppable crash landing. She miraculously survived. The ship was mostly intact, but it would never fly again or interstellar communication, but the cryogenic sleep functionality was intact along with the auto wake up functionality. She explored as far as she could go but found nothing but frozen waste land. Sure there were mammoth wooly creatures with huge horns but no sign of any sapient life. She estimated the planet was going through an ice age. She would die under these conditions, so she did the only thing feasible; she set the cryogenic sleep to wake her every ten years. During the first ten years the ship was buried under ice.

She slept for thousands of years, during that time the ice age thawed out, human life evolved on the planet, and her home planet was destroyed. If it wasn't for a portion of the polar ice cap falling off into the ocean she may never have woken up. She nearly fell into the ocean. She may never be able to communicate off the planet but she tried to communicate with any potential sapient life and hoped it was friendly. The first human life to respond was Russian. She was studied extensively by them she was kept in check by a glowing green rock that hurt her. She was never allowed to realize her full potential. They knew she was a Kryptonian like the legendary Superman; their goal was to eventually use her to manipulate Superman when the time was right. Regime change eventually led to them forgetting about their plans for her, the commander liked her, her mind was fascinating. She used her intellect to curry favor with her captor. Then one day there was an attack on the base, she was released and given a gun. The sun hurt her eyes, she hadn't seen it for over a decade. She defended herself using what little knowledge she had of weapons like this from her time on Krypton, the Kryptonian version was more advanced but they functioned the same pull the trigger. She had to get used to the recoil the Kryptonian ones didn't have recoil. Once the attack was over there was almost no one left alive, with the exception for her and a few soldiers they might as well have not counted it was only a matter of time before they died from their wounds. Alone again with no knowledge beyond what she was given. She tried to start one of the vehicles but she couldn’t figure out how to turn it on. She walked with no direction. She finally came to a small Russian village where she was kindly greeted by a frail Russian woman. They hugged and with her Yellow Sun strength she crushed the woman like a tin can. People who saw started shooting at her. She ducked behind a building. She began returning fire with the gun she used at the base. When she was shot in the head she learned of her invulnerability. The military soon intervened, the Russian news media even began broadcasting about the blonde woman taking on the Russian military single handedly theorizing it was an Evil American Metahuman here to destroy the glorious Russian way of life. This of course came to the Justice League’s attention. She was attacked from behind by a magic user who knocked her out. She was put into a Justice League detention cell for interrogation.

Notes:

Sample Post: Kara was going stir crazy she goes from one prison to another. She was pacing back and forth. Every once in a while she would scream in Russian at no one in particular. Eventually Superman walked in. Kara could not believe what she was seeing the crest for the House of L though slightly changed. She began speaking her native language, an ancient form of Kryptonian that even Superman’s bio-parents wouldn’t have known. When Superman looked puzzle by her words. She cursed Rao. She wasn’t proud of this and she even kept it from her parents but she showed Superman her tattoo of her family crest on her right butt cheek. She got it while drunk. Since they clearly didn’t speak the same version of Kryptonian she began speaking in Russian again. She figured someone had to know how to translate it. Batman began speaking over the intercom translating back and forth.

“My name is Kara Zor-L. Please tell me you can get me home to Krypton. She just repeats that over and over again.” Superman looked puzzled. “Are you sure she said Zor-L? That branch of the family tree from what I gathered died out thousands of years ago.” Superman then told Batman what to say. “My name is Kal-El. I’m sorry to have to tell you but Krypton was destroyed.” She collapsed, holding her knees to her chest. She began cursing Rao once again.

Eventually with the aid of a computer that she found rather tedious to use it was so out of date by her standards. She learned English so that Batman wasn’t listening in on their every conversation. “When I left Krypton it was during the Golden Age of Expansion. I was a surveyor sent out to find new worlds to colonize. Something happened I don’t know what I crash landed on this world. The only signs of life I could find were mammoth wolly creatures with horns on the front of their faces.” The computer she was used to using back home would have pulled a visual from her memory to show Kal-El. Kal then showed her a picture based on what she described. “Yes that ugly beast. It smelled horrible and tasted worse.” Kal was absolutely fascinated by her story. She told him everything. He told her as much as he knew. He offered to take her to the Fortress of Solitude. She adamantly refused to go, she hates the cold, spent way too much time around it. After that he began training her to use and control her powers.

[Sir Lurksalot]

Duncan MacAodhan - The Rookie

Name: Duncan MacAodhan
Alias: (He hasn't quite gotten that far ahead yet. Simply referred to as "New Guy" or "Rookie" when on assignment, for now.)
Age: 23
Personality: Clever, Genre-savvy, Frank, Stubborn, Cynical, Big-hearted (even if he's hilariously ignorant of it)
Archetype: Metahuman
Powers:
Immense Physical Prowess- Duncan is, for lack of a better way of putting it, really goddamn strong... and fast... and pretty tough to boot, if the fact that he went toe-to-toe with freaking Metallo (who, in case we've all forgotten, is a super-powered murder-bot powered by magic space rocks strong enough to make Superman bleed) and was able to hold his own for a short while actually somehow doing some damage while being absolutely rag-dolled across the ground and through several buildings.

All that being said, it should be noted that though his metahuman genes put him roughly in the range of Kryptonian physical ability (while falling dramatically short of Superman, who is an absolute beast, even among his own kind), Duncan... is a chainsmoking, borderline alcoholic who has never worked out or trained a single day in his entire goddamn life and as a result, is about as out of shape and weak as he can possibly be. It's anyone's guess what he'd be capable of if he got his shit together and actually trained.

Weaknesses: While Duncan possesses roughly the same physical abilities of a Kryptonian, he is still very much human; He can't fly, he still needs to breathe, possesses no form of crazy eye-lasers or freezing breath and can't survive solely off sunlight. In fact, for simplicity's sake, here's a comprehensive list of examples of things that can hurt and/or kill him just like any other guy.
-Drowning.
-Poison Gas.
-Regular poison.
-Electrocution.
-Starvation.
-Asphyxiation.
-Dehydration.
-Bleeding out.
-Bleeding internally.
-Food poisoning.
-Heart-failure.
-Liver-failure.
-Kidney-failure.
-Cancer.
-Hypothermia.
-Being thrown into the sun.
-Being thrown into space in general.
-Tameranean Cooking.

In addition to that, the exact minute he woke up in the Metro Tower, Batman informed that he'd be quitting smoking and drinking cold turkey and going on a new diet. In addition to running The Dark Knight's daily balls-to-the-wall exercise routine at increased gravity (In Bruce's own words; "...And you'll go until I'm tired of watching.") and sparring with Ajax, an old robot companion Superman built in the 60's and general ass-whoopin' enthusiast.

Long story short, at game start, a week after getting his ass handed to him by Metallo and three days into Batman's insane work out routine and getting punched in the face a few times a day by Ajax, Duncan is battered, bloodied, bruised, sore, outright exhausted and severely craving smokes, booze and greasy food. He's not going to be at his best.

Appearance: To read what Duncan is physically capable of, you might picture some sort of hulking mountain of a man with bulging muscles and a jawline chiseled from granite... to actually meet the man however, you'd be disappointed and maybe a little confused- MacAodhan is not a large man. In fact, compared to most in the League he is downright tiny, standing at only 5'6" on a good day and lacking the bulging, musclebound physique of proper superheroes in favour of a lean, though dense physique closer to that of an Olympic swimmer if anything, though his broad shoulders and calloused hands make a fairly decent indicator of his blue-collar background, to which he also owes the habit of shaving his brown hair into a buzzcut, to cut deal with the heat in his workplace.

Lacking much in the way of an actual superhero costume, when in the field, Duncan simply throws on his workboots, gloves, jeans and a denim jacket over either some plain wifebeater or t-shirt, topping it all off by tying a simple black rag over his face, leaving only his hazel eyes and a bit of skin exposed and putting on an old ballcap he got from some Halifax pub or another. When at JLU Headquarters, however, he is almost only ever seen in old JLA-issued gym-wear as he goes about his daily routine of attempting to survive whatever new insanity Batman has concocted for him that day.

Character Evolution: I'd like to see Duncan come into his own as a member of the JLU, growing in power and renown with time but still keeping true to his modest origins, perhaps even taking on a real alias and costume at some point and becoming an honest-to-God Superhero... though only after a long series of painful and hilarious misadventures. And If he forms some buddy-cop relationship with another player or npc and maybe finds a bit of romance along the way, all the better.

Basically, a good old-fashioned coming of age story... Only with a lot more explosions and occasionally saving the whole damned planet.

BRIEF Bio: Despite what one might might assume when encountering literally anyone even remotely associated with superpowers and tights, Duncan's tale is... rather mundane. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia with a Fisherman for a father and a mother who ran a local diner, the boy in question up grew extraordinarily normally; playing videogames, staying at his grandparents' when his mom was busy at the shop and his dad was out at sea and helping his granddad out in the garage fixing cars and the occasional boat.

And then one day when he was fifteen, he got hit by a truck.

After about a good ten seconds of screaming and another thirty spent wondering why he wasn't dead, he extricated himself from the big-rig's engine-block that had wrapped around both him and the streetlight he'd been leaning against only to find that not only was he not dead, he was perfectly intact. All things considered, that's some pretty heavy shit to lay on a fifteen year old. So it's not all that surprising that when the (very) drunk trucker half staggered, half fell out of his truck at the sight of him, and sirens began echoing in the distance, the kid ran the hell out of there. A few days of trial, error and a lot of Wikipedia later, and the boy had a pretty good idea what all that was about: He was a Metahuman, a one-in-a-million carrier of a superhuman gene that may or may not activate under extreme stress (Like, for instance, getting hit by a truck while waiting for the bus). Frankly, it sounded a lot like a bunch of pseudo-science crap you'd find in an old comic book, but lacking any other explanation for his sudden... talents... it was one he'd have to accept.

Now, usually, when someone finds out they've got crazy superpowers, things usually go in one of two predictable ways; one, they become a spandex-clad boy-scout that dedicates every moment of every day to having the brightest smile, rescuing cats from trees and giving lectures about the dangers of "The Reefer" and sex before marriage or two; going full ham, burning orphanages, kicking puppies and generally being real goddamn edgy just for the sake of it. Duncan to his credit, chose the rarely considered, often forgotten third option-

"Yeah... No. Fuck that."

And so, despite the call to adventure literally screaming directly into his ears, Duncan carried on his life as normal; Growing up as normally as he possibly could- getting average grades, shoveling his grandparents' driveway in the wintertime, trying and failing several times at that whole romance thing and working through his apprenticeship as a diesel mechanic at the local shipyard after highschool.

Unfortunately for him, as the old trope goes, 'The Call Knows Where you Live'.

And one day while Duncan was just wrapping up his night-shift, Metallo came bursting out of one of the shipping containers at the yard and immediately began wrecking shit left and right. Despite having reservations about the whole 'Hero' thing, the one guy in town with the ability to intervene couldn't exactly sit idly by while a super-powered terminator powered by glowing space-rocks butchered his coworkers and leveled his town. So, throwing on a respirator to hide his face, the young man nutted up and went after the deranged cyborg... or, more accurately, spent the next hour on the receiving of a brutal beatdown at the hands of someone that was at least as strong, as fast and much, much more experienced than he was that was also incapable of feeling pain or fatigue, all to buy time for people to get away and call for someone who actually knew what the hell they were doing.

Luckily, they did, and the Big Blue Boy-Scout himself arrived to lay the smackdown on the now damaged Metallo.

Unluckily for Duncan, he woke up a week later on a bed in Metropolis, feeling like all hell and staring at the grimacing face of Batman, who quite candidly informed him that he very nearly got himself killed and that his car, his home and his job had all been annihilated in his little dust-up with the super-powered murderbot. Also, even if no one knew who he was, they sure as hell knew he existed, which as a rule, generally meant that there were now people looking for him; Some good, most bad. So he could either join the Justice League and maybe not die the next time this happens... or he could just go home and try his luck on his own. Suffice to say, there was really only one smart choice to be had there, and he took it.

And then, to top off this long, hilariously uncanny series of events, Superman showed up less than an hour later and dragged him out to a baseball game.

And so it was that, sitting in the stands of a stadium in a foreign city, next to the closest thing the world knew to a god and eating an overpriced and undercooked hotdog, Duncan joined the Justice League.

He honestly didn't think his life could get any weirder than this.

And he was very mistaken.

Notes:

Sample Post:

To say the least, it had been... an interesting week and a half; It had started off pretty plain, he woke up at seven at night on Monday, grabbed a donair at his mom's diner by eight and was at work by nine, swapping out the fuel lines on an old tug that probably should've been decommissioned when his dad was still a boy. And then suddenly a robot showed up, kicked his ass across town and halfway to Dartmouth, blew up his apartment, blew up his car and blew up his place of employment before being beat down by the most weirdly friendly guy he'd ever goddamn met.

So now here he was, holding a duffel bag of what little could be salvaged of his apartment and standing at the entrance to his room at the headquarters of the freaking Justice League.

It was all just a little... surreal.

"Well, shit, here goes nothing." Duncan growled under his breath, touching the key-pad and entering as the door hissed open in a way that reminded him distinctly of every episode of Star Trek he'd ever seen, half-expecting there to be yet another one of Superman's robots waiting inside to cave-in his face in the name of training, but kinda hoping it wasn't, because sleeping on the couch in the common room was starting to get a little old and he'd already had his daily recommended dose of robot boots to his ass.

To his surprise, it didn't actually look that bad- a simple looking double bed, a computer desk, chair and a laptop, a big damn window with a view of the Metropolis waterfront flanked on both sides by empty bookshelves, a little kitchenette off to the side and a bathroom past that. To be honest, after spending the past three days under Batman's balls-to-the-wall training regime, he'd anticipated something more... spartan. Something did catch his eye, however, what looked to be a big, rolled-up poster just sitting on his bed with a post-it note on it, so, dropping his bag and closing the door behind him, the young Canuck went over to give it a look.

"Just a little something to welcome you aboard...

-GL"

His brow furrowed briefly, but suddenly did a lot less of that when he unfurled the damned thing and found a pin-up of a tanned, red-headed woman with solid green eyes, a supermodel's body garbed up in a string bikini and a very... friendly look on her face as she blew a kiss toward the camera.

And another post-it note.

"They're called Tameraneans. Stick around and you might meet a few.

You're welcome.

-GL"

Whatever thoughts he had at that moment (or several, as he just stared at what he'd found) were interrupted as Batman's voice came over the intercom.

"MacAodhan, we have a situation. Kit up and meet me downstairs in five."

The words echoed in his head for a few seconds before they fully registered, and he reluctantly averted his eyes from his new-found favourite sight and gently placed it back down on the bed.

"Right... Right. I'll be down in a minute."

Duncan sighed.

It looked like his life was going to continue being interesting for the rest of the forseeable future.

[The Angry Goat]

The Warden

Name: [unknown]
Alias: The Warden
Age: [unknown, probably early 20’s]
Personality: Defender, Patient, Quiet, Watchful, Stubborn
Archetype: Alien

Powers: The Warden’s symbiotic relationship with the alien plant form growing in his back gives him a number of remarkable abilities.
-Heightened humanity: The Warden is capable of lifting over a ton, does not need to sleep, can breath either as a plant or human (intaking either CO2 or O2 – can also go without any respiration for a day), and can photosynthesize in absence of food. His skin is somewhat bark-like and highly resistant to piercing (sustained gunfire should be avoided), and he regenerates from major injuries within a day or so, assuming he doesn’t die first. He has much smaller resistance to cold, explosions, falling, etc. (though he is overall still tougher than a normal human). Seems to age rather slowly, as well.
-Plant Body: The warden has 3 prehensile vines coiled on his back with an effective range of about 30 feet; one of them is covered in brambles, looking like a blackberry bush, while the other two look like, well, vines. He also flowers and grows apple-sized fruits that taste roughly like wet sand; they offer no benefit (other than being useful food), but he is convinced that they accelerate healing and may offer them up to others. He’s taken to canning them, and has quite a few stored at this point, so the fact that he’s not in bloom won’t stop him! Poisons that would usually affect humans do not affect him, but may make his next batch of fruits actually toxic.
-Plant Control: Can speak any plant-based language, is almost always able to identify useful aspects of plants (including toxicity of fruit and other factors of edibility). As the Warden's powers have grown, he has found that he is capable of controlling surrounding plant matter, as well as accelerating its growth. This allows him to manipulate surrounding vines, hit people with tree branches, have trees suddenly sprout from acorns, etc. This power takes energy, but he trains it often and has rather impressive endurance at this point.

Incidentally, this ability also lets him grow vines from his own seeds, and his room is now covered in them. they produce the non-spiky vines, fortunately. The Warden also usually carries about 3 Oak Acorns, just in case.

Weaknesses:
-Not impervious: still rather weak to fire, explosions, potent weed killers, etc.; anything dangerous to a human or plant to which he has no resistances can still harm him. Additionally, separating the host human from the plant would certainly kill both, though he’s so interconnected that it’s probably more trouble than just killing him normally.
-different priorities: The Warden sees it as his job to protect all animal and plant life; threatening a forest is just as effective against him as threatening a city.
-Open mind: already a shared mind, The Warden is especially vulnerable to mind-based attacks.

Appearance:
(thank you Member 00492!)
Height: 6’4”
Weight: 255lbs
A hulking and intimidating man, The Warden is a relatively light-skinned black man, in prime physical shape. He has long cornrows, rather small brown eyes, small ears, and a wide nose. His beard is also long, and his eyebrows are bushy. Scars are visible all over his back, and some wrap around onto his arms.
The warden is permanently bonded with an alien plant form, and as such has some rather unique features. The plant growth is mostly green, and vaguely dome shaped; a large coil of spikey brambles, with the flowers hanging off the end. The majority of the mass of coils start at his neck and end just above his rear end, though a single thick bramble on each side moves around to the front and extends down to cover his kneecap, forcing him to wear only baggy clothing over his entire body (since he hasn’t the funds for specialized gear). The brambles also extend to the middle of his upper arm, especially thick and spikey at the shoulders and around the back of his neck, protecting it, though not restricting his head movement.

He really hates shirts, and they’re next to impossible to wear, so usually doesn’t even bother. If he’s not trying to do hero work he might wear one just to avoid catching too much attention. He is wearing jeans though, with a very high quality pair of work boots on his feet (the only gift from someone he’s rescued that he’s agreed to keep, and man have they been useful).

Character Evolution: The Warden has, in general, learned to accept that he's on the shy side. He's taken to doing as much reading and internet research as he can when he's not training, since he doesn't really have a life outside of super-heroing anyway. He still has yet to find any record on who he was before he was The Warden, which is frankly starting to get a bit weird at this point.

BRIEF Bio: The Warden knows nothing of his life before he became what he is. The first thing he remembers is lying dying in the woods, his back scraped, scratched, and torn, his spine broken in multiple locations, his innards eviscerated. His second memory is of pain. His brain, screeching. His legs, convulsing. His torso… healing? There’s more spurts and flashes as he regained consciousness and the plant symbiont bonded with him, forming a new spinal column, replacing the internal damage, and linking itself with him. The now bonded being began to wander the forest until he ran into civilization, where the police promptly tried to take him in, partially to figure out what or who he was, partially because they wanted to arrest him for public indecency (he had taken off all of his clothing at some point). He decided to join them (how the hell else was he going to figure out what to do?). Once he had explained what he knew, and they explained to him what public indecency was, they both decided it was probably fair to drop the charge.

He apparently had no family, and didn’t register on their databases, so they just sent him on his way after giving him some pants and a very large jacket, directing him to the library. They took to calling him Warden while holding him, for the way he would just sit and watch everything, constantly interested. He liked it, and started calling himself that. What followed was a few years of learning how society worked again. He attempted to find some jobs, though none really panned out, and he decided to re-abandon society to go live in the woods. He found a cave, started growing plants (he likes them!), and was able to become self-sufficient, but felt a pull to use his abilities for good – something towards which both parts of him felt. So he started superheroing pretty much 24/7, with some breaks for solitude, and has been doing that for a few years.
While the warden dislikes wanton murder, he does not see himself as above killing someone who is a threat after he tries to pacify them, which does put him at odds with law enforcement on occasion. He’s still done enough good to have caught the eye of Green Lantern, who extended the invitation to him.

Notes: The Warden owns a smartphone, which he uses to monitor the police spotter; he stores it in his back coils, or in a front pocket.

Sample Post:

A beautiful day, really; a little cloudy, some drizzle earlier. Rejuvenating. He had heard that you could access police radio using these smartphone things; something that would be quite useful, help him know where things are happening more quickly. With some money left in his bank from his last job, he figured he probably had enough to buy it. The Warden had come across an AT&T store downtown that would carry those. He pulls at his sweater a bit, trying to get more comfortable… but it’s not a day for that… keep it on… at least for now. He sighs, looks around at the road sign, and takes a left down the corner. A little ways down the road, and he takes a left into the phone store.

“hello! How can we help you?”

“Smartphone? You do sell those, yes?”
“oh certainly sir; which make and model are you looking for? And what plan?”

“what.”
“do you want an iPhone? An Android?”
“I have no idea what these things mean. I just need a smartphone.”
The salesman looks a tad exasperated already… it’s one of those customers. “ok so how about this iPhone…”

As he attempts to explain to The Warden the different types of smartphones, a few men with bandanas over their faces file into the store. The Warden’s eyes move immediately to watch them, but he keeps nominally listening, ready for them to yell-

“EVERYONE. ON THE GROUND. NOW!” and people quickly comply... Well, everyone but The Warden. The apparent leader gestures over to him with his gun. “YOU. YOU DEAF? DOWN. NOW.” He says, waving his gun between The Warden and the ground.

The Warden cocks his head to the side. “I am here to get a smartphone. Not to have things pointed at me, nor have people yelling at me.” He says slowly, mock-confused, buying time and attention as his vines move out from under his sweater and towards the other two.

“What… What do you… GET THE FUCK DOWN YOU IDIOT! I WILL SHOOT YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

“Oh but of course I understand. I simply don’t want to.”

The man is incredulous, at a loss for words for a few seconds“…I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS! he finally decides, and fires at the warden. The bullet bounces off.
“this is going to ruin another perfectly good sweater.” The Warden sighs, as his vines rip the guns from the hands of the other two, tearing his sweater from the movement. The Warden rushes the third, tackling him after taking another shot. The man was strong, but not as strong as him. The fight is really no challenge, and the attacker is, in short order, unconscious. The other two attempt to run off, but vines quickly whip out and stop their progress, wrapping around their legs and dragging them back. he knocks them unconscious, and moves their guns well out of reach.

now where did that salesman go?

Relationships

// ♥ Crush ♥ // ☮ Friend ☮ // ☯ Acquaintance ☯ // ⚜ Rival ⚜ // § Love/Hate § // ☠ Enemy ☠ //

☯ Argyle, Chester aka Whiplash:
The Warden has yet to interact with Chester Argyle.

☯ Barr, James aka The Bulleteer:
The Warden has yet to interact with James Barr.

☯ Campen, Lexi aka Apollex:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lexi Campen.

☯ Carter, Najee aka Captain Marvel (II):
The Warden has yet to interact with Najee Carter.

☯ Jester, Jessica aka The Lizard:
Talks too much, has a funny accent, doesn’t focus on work. Seems nice otherwise.

☯ Kent, Lara aka Supergirl:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lara Kent, though he has a high opinion of Supergirl.

☯Light, Lucy aka Toon Girl:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lucy Light

☯ MacAodhan, Duncan aka The Rookie:
The Warden has yet to interact with Duncan MacAodhan.

☯ Monster, Monny aka Clayface:
The Warden has yet to interact with Monny Monster.

☯ Reynolds, Cynthia aka Gypsy:
The Warden has yet to interact with Cynthia Reynolds.

☯ Ryker, James aka Mr. Clutch:
The Warden has yet to interact with James Ryker.

☮ Sage, Victor aka The Question:
Carries himself with confidence, and only says what is needed. Knows how to lead, impressive bravery in fighting without any powers, approves of his opinions on lethal force. Sees him as someone to protect and follow. Isn’t bothered by his strange mannerisms or apparent obsession with the illuminati.

☯ Trainor, Lieutenant Lawrence aka Polarity Man:
The Warden has yet to interact with Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor.

☯ Wilson, Rose aka Ravager:
Doesn’t like how she treats Question, but seems nice otherwise. Certainly useful in combat.

[Archmage MC]

Light/Toon Girl

Name: Lucy Light

Alias: Toon Girl

Age: 24

Personality: Honest, intelligent, Observant, Lax, Playful

Archetype: Mystic/Supernatural

Powers:

powers

Super Strength - Depending on her mood, Light can have various levels of Super Strength. While sad or depressed, her arms are basically noodles and can't lift much of anything. When she is determined or angry, her super strength can jump up to levels that can only be matched by a few. In her default state however shes strong enough to be able to lift up a small house and run with it only slightly encumbered. She can also lift enchanted items such as Thor's Hammer when in an 'in the zone' or excited state, but WILL NOT gain any positive or negative effects from them.

Toon Regeneration - Light can regenerate from almost any affliction much like any cartoon. The healing can vary on how long it takes, depending on the injury, with physical blows being the fastest to bounce back from, while more energy based things like fire might take longer to regenerate from. Supernatural afflictions or mental afflictions take the longest to regenerate from, and can take upwards of 20 minutes to regenerate from in some cases. Additionally since shes a toon, many injuries that affect her tend to be more 'showy', such as her turning into ash after being on fire for a short time, explosives just charring her black and maybe turning her to ash, body parts finding their way back to her or her pulling new body parts out of stumps if she is cut, blowing herself back to normal, bullets passing through her and leaving holes, turning green when sick, and the like. She doesn't bleed, and she can adapt quickly to hostile environments such as underwater or the depths of space.

Toon Agility - Since she is a toon, Light's body acts much like rubber, and can stretch in strange ways. Although she tries to keep herself looking presentable, she can stretch herself to dodge attacks or even reflect small firearms. This also makes her normal movement a bit 'bouncy'.

Portable Hole - Light can pull a portable hole from the inside of her dress. This lets her travel to familiar places or any point along her sight lines, and only she, stuff she wears, or stuff in her Pocket Space can enter, the hole feeling like inky paper to anyone else. When placed, either in the air or on the ground, the second hole appears once she enters the first one. There is a slight time delay between when she enters the hole and when she exits the second hole, which is extended if either hole was placed in the air.

Pocket Space - Light can store and pull objects from a place she calls 'pocket space', located under her dress. She can pull various objects from this space, but most if not stored previously tend to be useless or downright hazardous if they have the ACME logo on them, and objects pulled from this space tend to look a bit more 'cartoony' then normal. Light can't store or pull living objects from her pocket space.

Reality Siphon - Light steals the reality from whatever she touches. Light gives off a 'creepy' feeling when touched as she steals away the reality of the object or person shes touching. When an object has lost some reality, it is unable to gain energy from other sources but itself until its reality is restored. When Light isn't touching something, it regains its reality back after a short period depending on how much was lost. When an object has lost lots of its reality, it starts to take on the look of a Toon, but with no beneficial powers, and when it loses all of its reality, it disappears to... somewhere... Reality warping beings have a minor resistance to this ability and massive or cosmic entities have greater resistance to this ability. Magical things lose their energy quickly. This power can't be turned off and Light has no control over its intensity.
This ability allows her to affect Ghosts and other ethereal bodies, which can be granted a true death upon losing all their reality, which they tend to not have all that much of.

Weaknesses:
-Takes extra damage from attacks
-Has an EXCEPTIONALLY difficult time escaping from things that constrict her movement like ropes or nets.
-Extremely unlucky, almost to the point where she might just as well have a target painted on her head.
-Very susceptible to drugs and some chemicals.
-Has a very poor judgement of 'seriousness' and tends to fall into traps very easily as danger isn't something she can really perceive well.
-Tends to mostly be a pacifist when fighting, and would rather talk or play with her enemies than fight them. This makes her very easy to talk down from a fight or even bring to your side temporarily. (Lex = instant win) Also makes her very easy to distract.
-While strong, she isn't trained in martial arts. Shes also fairly light and easy to throw around.
-Due to her 'creepy' touch and slightly unsettling origin/looks, Light has a hard time making any close relationships.

Appearance:

Toon Girl's look

Character Evolution: Just to have fun. Having a fun boyfriend wouldn't be too bad either. Though the initial goal is lots of friends. Doesn't mean she wont be a bit flirty though.

BRIEF Bio: Light comes from the Void, the space between worlds, or thats what she says anyway. And finding her way to a world full of super powered beings with many, many adventures to have, and many friends to meet! Not to mention all the wondrous food. Of course finding your way to a physical realm isn't the easiest thing in the world, and of course you tend to look fairly alien to everything in that world. So its best if you try to be on the side that most of the world agrees with, especially considering doing so gives you the most freedom and no one wants to spend their time in a world behind bars! So after acclimating herself to the world she found herself in, Light found her way to this 'Justice League' thing. They looked fun, they were heroes, and they had so much freedom Light wondered why anyone wouldn't wanna be them.

Notes: Shes interested in anything fun, and loves to eat. You wouldn't think she could eat so much with her small frame, but...

While she tries to learn what she can, she doesn't know everyone and everything, especially when it comes to obscure heroes and villains. She does know the big name villains though, but tends to view them as 'story characters' than actual threats.

She doesn't view anyone as serious, even if they say they are. Mostly because, in a world where some heroes could blow up the planet. If people were serious there would be deaths everywhere and since there aren't piles and piles of corpses in the streets, everyone is playing in her eyes.

Since she has a Genre savvy sort of intellect, shes very good at observations and has a bit of a silver tongue to her. Shes not mechanically inclined though, and gets lost when high technobabble is being spoken.

Under her gloves are sharp pointed fingers. Her teeth only 'look' sharp and bear-trap like in an open teeth smile, and look normal in a closed teeth smile or when shes talking.

She prefers being called by her last name.

The Void might be a place that is quite familiar, maybe even a different dimension... Superman is a bit, miffed around Toon Girl as well for some reason...

Sample Post: The Justice League was such a nice team to be a part of. There was food, lots of people to talk to, and lots of fun to be had! Of course a few league members didn't like being around Light, or Toon Girl as everyone called her. But she was sure they'd come around eventually, after all, everyone wanted a good time at some point! But those that did like her, well, she was always up to playing many sorts of games. She wasn't super great at darts or pool whenever some heroes at the bar wanted to play, but only the techno people could really beat her at Video games. That is, if they weren't busy making a new gadget or doing some work or fighting crime.

Speaking of crime, the last fight that Toon Girl was a part of went off fairly well. Some guy named Captain Boomerang tried to rob a bank. Being in the area with Flash on a 'play date', they were able to arrive on the scene pretty fast, considering where they grabbed coffee being right next to the bank he was robbing. He was a playful guy, or well, his accent made him out to be. And boy was he surprised when the two heroes arrived at the first scream, giving him no time to do much of anything. A few hugs or punches later, and he was off to think about what he had done, but not before getting a playful earful from Light. Mostly Australian stuff, due to his accent. Stuff like Ya know mate, should've brought your didgeridoo, then we could've had a great party." or "Are you Australian Batman?" which probably annoyed the guy quite a bit.

[Afro Samurai]

Najee Carter

Alias: The Gold Marvel, Black Marvel, The New Captain Marvel, New Shazam.

Age: 24 (as human); Ageless (in Shazam form)

Personality: Serious, Orderly, Compassionate, Organized, Militant.

Archetype: Mystic/Supernatural

Powers: The power of Shazam. When Najee utters the magic word, "Shazam" he transforms into the mystical hero endowed with the power of the six elders: Solomon, Hercules, Atlas, Zeus, Achilles, Mercury.

S: Wisdom of Solomon: this grants Najee enhanced perception and mental processing abilities. The most practical use of this ability displays in Najee's knowledge of all languages. He also has an innate knowledge of most things magic and can recognize different kinds of magic use.

H: Strength of Hercules: this endows Najee with the vast strength, allowing him to lift small cars and large trucks without issue The upper limits of his strength are yet to be tested, but it is safe to assume he cannot lift buildings or large cranes or anything of the sort.

A: Stamina of Atlas: this bestows Najee with immense stamina, and allows him to perform tasks for hours and sometimes days on end without tiring. His stamina and his body so resistant, in fact, that he can survive in space.

Z: The Power of Zeus: with this Najee is given control over the magical lightning of the Greek Skyfather Zeus. He can construct and control this magical lightning by summoning it, hardening it, throwing it, etc.

A: Courage of Achilles: this affords Najee superhuman durability. He can withstand nearly all forms of physical harm without issue. Najee's durability also extends to magic--only the highest order magic can effect him (Trigon, Spectre, Etrion, etc.) This does not make grant him complete invulnerability, as he can still be harmed in a number of ways.

M: Speed of Mercury: Najee is granted superhuman speed. He can move fast enough to keep up with a low-tier speedster. This also grants him flight.

Weaknesses

Mortal Man: When he is not transformed, Najee is just a normal man who is susceptible to any injury concievable for a normal human being.

A Verbal Spell: The powers granted to Najee by the Wizard must be called upon by voice. If Najee cannot speak, he cannot utter the spell.

High Order Magic: Strong magic can harm him while transformed into Shazam, and has been shown to revert him into his human form at times.

Appearance

Character Evolution: Get a girlfriend, save the world, make lots of money as a superhero celebrity and use it to fund hospitals and charities.

BRIEF Bio: Much of Carter's life has been mundane. After graduating high school and later college after completing three years instead of four, Carter found work through several odd jobs. For a short time, he worked for a newspaper and was also a taxi driver. There was nothing special about him at all, nothing super. It was through his conversations with the people on his taxi cab routes that he formed relationships with various types of people, super-powered and common folk alike.

In mundane circumstances, the amazing can occur. This was the world Carter and many other 'normal' people lived in. Their world was filled with costumed aliens, men, women, and children who could lift tanks and fly. Equally, there were regular people who spent much of life coasting through eight hour work shifts and unemployment lines. To think anything extraordinary could happen was not so extraordinary at all, but the people upon whom the supra-natural fell was a story of its own. Sometimes, for the common man, he does not know why he is chosen to possess abilities beyond those he was born with, and this is what makes the story of Man the greatest story of them all.

So it was with Najee Carter, the twenty four year old taxi-driver who had once struck up a conversation with an elderly man who so happened to need a ride on a sunny Tuesday morning. The conversation was about nothing in particular, but the old man roused suspicion of 'more' in Najee. That is, Najee assumed there was more to the old man than the old man would reveal. It was then revealed to Carter who the 'old man' truly was--the Wizard. The same Wizard who granted the powers of SHAZAM to mortals. The same Wizard who changed Najee's life forever.
Notes:

Sample Post: Najee sat on a park bench. He watched the roses and daises flourish on a dull summer mid-day.
There were pedestrians walking about who mused about daily happenings: what was for dinner, the price of gas,
the bank robbery committed by some new D-List villain who deemed himself "The Ominous Evil." A typical day it was. Nght was falling, and Najee could almost guess when he would see the Bat symbol in the sky these days.

Twilight grew into night's black. Yet, there was no sign of the Bat symbol! Was something wrong? Was the city actually not safe? If that was the case, Najee figured he may as well earn some extra cash and pick up a route tonight. It wasn't like his League membership had made him a millionaire, Batman was always a cheapskate anyway. So, Najee walked a few blocks to the cab company where he worked and consulted the frail, tie-die shirt wearing intern who stood at the front desk; he was a drear-eyed slop who had gaudy spectacles covering his oddly shaped eyes. Christopher was his name, Najee remembered something about Chris' having some sort of social anxiety, which was why he worked the graveyard shift at the cab station--people hardly frequented cab stations anymore, they were antiques of a time before Ubers, Lyfts, and smart phones.

"Chris, how are you?"

"Fine, gee-gee, fine." Chris gave a half-hearted reply while strolling through the new Icon comic.

"You sure? You look sick." Najee retorted.

"Sick? Yeah, I'm sick of a few things in this forsaken city. This job, these people, hardly keepin' up with rent. I barely make my ends meet, man. What does Louie think? He thinks we can survive off $8.74 an hour? This ain't 1975 no more, man."

"I get you, man. I get you." Najee gave a small chuckle at Christopher's disgruntled disposition. Najee reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill.

"Keep it between me and you, a little something under the table. Tax free." Najee winked. Christopher shuttered.

"Don't wink at me ever again." Christopher took the ten dollar bill without rejection where it found solace in Christopher's brown slacks' pocket.

"See you around, Chris." Najee hadn't stopped chuckling at Chris' un-nerved body language.

"Uh-huh." Disinterested, Christopher returned to his comic.

"You know he dies at the end, right?" Najee antagonized further.

"I've read this four times, no he doesn't." Christopher claimed with confidence.

"You should get some new books, then. Those things only cost like $1.00, anyway." Najee chimed.

"You should mind your business." Touche.

Najee went about his taxi route--nothing out of the ordinary happened.

[Experiment 249]

Judah Manet/Judgement

Name: Judah Manet
Alias: Formerly known as Triune, Recently adopted the name “Judgement”
Age: 21
Personality: Indecisive, Spacey, Relaxed, Distinct, Compliant
Archetype: Mystic
Powers: Three power sets? WHAAAT???
Judah’s powers are derived from 3 entities, his own spirit, a demon and an angel. All 3 are bound together and depending on how he decides to handle a situation, he gets different powers. His normal state is his Neutral/Purgatory.
Neutral/Purgatory
Empathy: Can feel the emotions of people he makes eye contact with
“Ghosting”: Intangibility and levitation (NOT flight)
Basic magic: Anything from manipulating an object to breaking the laws of physics in slight ways. Not an expert so nothing incredible will come from this.
Purgatory Ambassador: Speak with the recently deceased and any other ghosts still stuck there, see spirits/ghosts and go to and from that plane.

Demonic/Hell
Malicious Empathy: Can slightly bestow negative emotions (Anger, Greed, Jealousy, Fear etc.) via eye contact.
Shapeshifting: Limited to humanoids and a demonic look, Judah can go from a spine covered hulking demon to a lathe and smooth succubus (that’s right, gender changes are possible)
Enhanced strength and speed: Moreso strength than speed, but only slightly superhuman levels of each.
Pyrokinesis: Hellfire, baby!

Angelic/Heaven
Inspiring Empathy: Can slightly bestow positive emotions (Calmness, Courage, Hope, Happiness etc.) via eye contact
Enhanced speed and strength: Moreso speed than strength this time
Holy Armor: Enhanced holy armor to raise durability, comes with a neat shield and sword!
Detect Evil: Can literally smell evil, other than that no way to detect it.
Flight: Wings. Enough said
Electrokinesis: Call upon the powers of holy lightning!

Weaknesses: Can't act without deciding, which sometimes turns inot a heated argument. Banishments remove 2/3rds of his powers for about 24 hours too. Oh, and he relies on magic, so he's not very strong outside of his Demon/Angel forms.
Appearance:

Judah in all 3 stages

Neutral

Demonic

Angelic

Character Evolution: I just want him to have fun. Beating up bad guys and stuff is cool and all, but Judah needs to live a little and hopefully some hero sees this and takes the time to just get an ice cream cone with him or something.
BRIEF Bio: Judah’s parents were the type to wait for marriage before even kissing, the type to go to a priest before a doctor whenever they were sick, and the type to think even uttering the name of the devil was enough to bring upon their doom. His life technically began on their wedding night, in an awkward wrestling match under hotel room blankets performed by his parents who somehow managed to do everything right to make a child.
Little did they know the pain the next nine months were going to be. Over the course of this time, his father, a priest, fell into financial ruin due to his mother, a waitress, suffering from postpartum depression and spending all of their money trying to find her own happiness. The fights started month 2, and by month 4 his mother had moved out. Month 6 the divorce was filed and month 8 was spent with his mother taking a nose dive out of catholicism. She had a chance run in with a cult that led to her getting involved heavily with demons and devils.
Of course his father didn’t want his baby to suffer, and only became more devout in his work as a preacher and in month 9, the day of his birth, both parents went all in. His father invoked all the saints, all, the angels and god himself to save his child while his mother hacked the head off of a goat and invoked all of the powerful demons and devils top protect their baby. Both powers answered, and both sent a guardian spirit to watch over him and to save him from the other parent’s clutches.
On that day, Judah became stuck in a tug of war between an angel and a demon, Marco and Alexa. Marco always wants to do what’s right, and Alexa always wants to do what's fun, but neither can do anything unless Judah allows it. Every fight he is plagued with the choice between either siding with Marco, Alexa, or ignoring them and doing things his way.
He spent most of his childhood wandering around, trying to get the two to shut up, but once they realized they were stuck with this boy the spirits took to helping him out despite their differences. He honed the powers they gave him and found power of his own as well, eventually being good enough to join a small team of heroes who took to calling him Triune, a word one of the members found in a thesaurus. He has since outgrown that name and applied for league membership under the recommendation of John Constantine during one of his drunken rants when the two crossed paths. He has not seen or heard from John since.
Notes:
Sample Post: The trio, well it didn’t look like a trio due to the fact only one of them was visible, made their way down the alley. A yelp drew the leader’s attention, an androgynous boy named Judah who wore nothing to label himself a hero and lack of defined muscle under his jacket had yet to deter a single villain spotted the perpetrator. A baby left alone and crying. It was surrounded by broken glass, cigarette butts and other litter and trash.
”What kind of bitch leaves a baby in an alley! We need to find who did this and teach them something” a female voice spoke. Judah looked to his left upon hearing it. Any outside observer would think the boy was just very interested in the graffiti but in his reality he had glanced at Alexa who was perched on his shoulder currently. Another voice called to him, a male who spoke very plainly. ”We mustn’t seek out to find the mother, should she take the baby back why would we trust her to raise it right? We should deliver it to an adoption agency or the fire department. That’s what you do with them, right?” It spoke as if it was ordering the boy to do as he said.
”How about we just... make sure it’s okay first? No revenge needed yet.” He said bending over to pick up the young one. A clicking sound behind his head sent a shiver down his spine. A woman, thing and obvious drugged out on something held a pistol to his head.
”Lemme roast her ass.”
”My armor can stop a bullet.”
”Lady you picked the wrong day to try this shit.” Judah’s body engulfed in flames, his skin turning red, his eyes glowing yellow and two horns stuck out of his forehead. He didn’t even have to turn around, he heard the woman run away and he knew that nobody had gotten hurt. A rarity for when Judah sided with Alexa, but a welcome outcome. He hated hurting people but sometimes you need to teach the bad guys a lesson. His face warped slightly, getting softer as he picked up the baby. In a flash he was clawing his way up the side of a building in order to spot the nearest Church or Fire station to drop it off. Hopefully they’ll trust a demon.

[FiroIV]

Gypsy

Name: Cynthia Reynolds
Alias: Gypsy
Age: 27
Personality: Decisive, Valiant, Bubbly, Graceful, Caring
Archetype:Human (Magic Artifact User)
Powers:
Flowing through her are old world Romani magi which she channels through ancient magical artifacts. Through them she possesses an array of abilities.

Illusions – She can cast simple one act illusions such as flames, body doubles, chains, and most importantly the ability to obscure her face from people she wants to hide from. The effects are weak and most experienced magic practitioners, those experienced, or those sufficiently experienced can nullify the effects. The illusion powers are supplementary only, useful for making distractions or to soothe anxious victims.

Invisibility – She can willfully make herself disappear by placing herself in people and objects blind spot. When invisible she is still there physically therefore if anyone touches her the invisibility is immediately cancelled out exposing her. It also doesn’t mask her trail and only her body, as such she her body still leaves scent trails or heat signatures.

Intangibility – She can at will temporarily make her body pass through surfaces. It’s predominantly for passing through walls, floors, and other physical obstacles. Her phasing powers are most helpful in bypassing barriers of all kinds as a means to escape or infiltrate situations. While it is draining she can also extend it to others if they are in close enough proximity and in physical contact.

Invulnerability – It is a passive ability that provides her additional protection. It decreases the effects of extreme environments allowing her to stay clean, and provide protection the way regular armor would.

Intuition – It is a passive ability that provides her increased fortune and perception. She has little to no control of this power, but in application it allows her to dodge bullets, guess passwrods, properly stick a landing, and occasionally stumble upon heroic work.

Weaknesses:
Her powers are directly tied to her artifacts, as such she cannot use her powers without it. The powers that the artifacts provide her are all mutually exclusive to one another, as such they cannot work together limiting her to one ability at a time. Her artifacts are also just channels for her already small depository of weak magical power as such she has to use her powers sparingly.

The illusions must be simple and quick to dissipate, and she must know how the illusion ends and begins otherwise the illusion won’t work.
Her Invisibility can only work for a short period of time, any physical sensation will cancel out her invisibility, and her invisibility doesn’t extend to others or her trail as such she can still be found through unconventional means.

Intangibility is on a time limited duration that only works on obstacles that relate to her ability to infiltrate or escape as such she cannot phase through people, ambushes, and environmental situations.

Invulnerability and Intuition are both passive abilities that she cannot control, their ability is defense based in nature, that works only to the situation and are only useful for protecting herself or getting herself out of certain situations.

Appearance:
Cindy’s Gypsy costume is pretty much just an old performing outfit, a plain white blouse and a long green skirt. Adorning her costume are a set of matching magical artifacts that channels her powers. Her magical artifacts that grants her powers allow her to wear to wear what is essentially civilian clothing without the need for special armor and a mask. Out of costume there's not much that changes. She has long wavy flowing black hair that she keeps tied using a long golden colored ribbon. She has a light brown skin color the same shade as that of mocha coffee, which ironically enough is one of her favorite types of coffee. She has dark blue eyes that look like two deep unending oceans that swallow those who stare at it for too long. When she is a civilian and not working as a hero she adorns herself bohemian and vintage style clothing.

Character Evolution:
Her power set is designed for stealth but the plan is for her to be more offensive or at least have something more suited to help a group. More specifically I want develop her own magical abilities outside of the artifacts specifically something to do with spirits, or grow the effectiveness of her artifacts.

She’s generally nice right now, and a bit of a doormat and people pleaser, but eventually i'd have her become a more serious person. I’d also like the chance to explore a relationship with another character, possibly multiple partner just because I feel like it’s in her nature to live an alternative lifestyle or maybe none an all. I do wanna focus on her finding herself career wise as a hero and possibly take on a more serious role in leadership

BRIEF Bio:
Cynthia was born somewhere, and kind of just appeared in an adoption center in Detroit already ten years old. No one claimed her so the system tried to find her a home, but each home found her odd, bringing misfortune to the home. By the time she was 13 she knew nothing would work. While staying in a particularly abusive home she decided that enough was enough, she left for the streets wearing just the clothes on her back and the kindness in her heart.

She was already in her late teens and had already been raised by the streets the moment she attained hero status among the homeless as that girl who likes to perform for the them, making money and sharing what little she had. Growing up she learned to protect herself, teaching her all the necessary skills that she would use as a hero. She could have died due to hundreds of circumstances, and like many she could have succumbed to the darkness of living in the streets, but she never lost her hope and kindness. Her heroic endeavors and kindness would be noticed by a group of mages in hiding, living in a protected dimension beneath the streets of the city.

The mages took her in and told her of her old world Romani mage ancestry. They informed her that her ancestors were a once proud and heroic group of peacekeeping mages whose history and noble actions was lost and tainted by the sins of man. Hearing of her ancestry she decided to honor her ancestors’ duties and become a hero whose name would honor her ancestors. They gifted her artifacts of her ancestors and with it weapons of power for her to use in the line of duty. Shortly after receiving her gifts she took to the streets with the hero name Gypsy.

By the time Gypsy achieved urban legend hero status she had already taken down an infamous human trafficking ring, and has managed to lose her homelessness status. During the day she would work one odd job to another or get an education that she never properly got. At nights she would don her dress and jewels to become “Gypsy” protector of weak and savior of the helpless. In due time the Justice League offered her membership for three meals a day, a roof over her head, and a chance at honoring her ancestors at a bigger scale.

Notes:
She currently works as a receptionist in a family planning clinic, and volunteers in a food bank when she can.

Sample Post:

My Hider

It was another brisk night in Detroit, Cynthia’s official last mission as an independent and lone hero, or at least that’s how she thought of it. Several days ago the young magical hero got offered a chance to join the big leagues, the justice league, the internationally recognized big name heroes that all young wannabe vigilantes knew. The sheer fact that the three of them knew of her made Cynthia giddy. She was shaking with anticipation because this time tomorrow she would be working with the best of the best, but for now she had deal with this mess in front of her. No sense in leaving things half done just because she had other to call on for help she thought.

Tucked away between two brick buildings, a bakery and an antique record store, was an alley way just big enough for a parked car. In this current case this alley was the perfect place for an ambush by two small time crooks. She figured the two were lying in wait for the store clerk from the record store. One of them had a metal bat, and the other a gun directly pointed at the old man.

Cynthia had been in this store several times before, it’s small but it carries rare merchandise. She hasn’t bought anything before though. It was the ideal target, small, fake security camera, and ran by an old man who can’t possibly fight. Cynthia liked the owner, an old Persian guy who immigrated to the city ten years ago. Said old man had his back to the wall was facing the barrel of a gun.

“Hurry up old man. We wanna get out of here.” Bat guy said, tapping the end of the bat on the parked car. He looked like he knew his way around combat Cynthia deduced. He stood well and had some level of confidence, felt older too, more dangerous.

“Yeah you old gyp just give us all your cash and we’ll leave” Gun boy said trying to look intimidating. A kid Cynthia assumed, his voice sounded like it just hit puberty. He sounded too young to really understand what was going on, but old enough to make sure that the safety was off. Cynthia wondered if this was a father and pair, bonding over shared interest.

The old man didn’t understand the two kids. Fear had already set in. Any amount of ESL lessons has already been blocked by immediate fear.

Before anything too bad happened for either parties Gypsy had already started her show. The young hero quickly and invisibly made her way closer to the two avoiding any noise. Once she was in position, behind the car, she deactivated the invisibility and made an illusion. Using her powers, she made an illusory police car. The flashing of the red and blue lights and the sirens was just a big enough distraction that it confused both parties.

In one swift motion she jumped out of her hiding spot and tackled the man with the bat to the ground, take out the more dangerous and experienced target. Once he was on the ground all it took was a strong punch to the face.

“Who the F**k are you b***h?” The boy said, pointing the weapon towards Cynthia as he trembled.

“I’m Gypsy, traveling extraordinaire” Gypsy introduced herself as she began standing up, with one eye watching the old man hoping he would leave and get the hint. “Where there’s people there goes I to save and entertain.”

“Savior of the innocent, protector of peace in the name of my people, and pointer of facts” Gyps she continued with a hint of knowing satisfaction. “Fact one, your safety is on”.

The kid he looked down.

The safety wasn’t actually on, but Cynthia made it look like like it was. It was a good enough opening for her to grab and pull the gun towards the side with her left hand, and pull in the kid with her. Using her right hand, palm facing out, she pushed hard on the kid’s stomach knocking him back. The strength of her left hand's grip on the gun was enough to separate the kid and the weapon. Without waiting a beat she released the gun’s magazine, put it on safety, and tossed it to the side away from the kid or the passed out man. All that’s left was to take care of the kid.

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By the time the police arrived she had already consumed some delicious baklava courtesy of the store owner. She reported to them what had happened, presenting herself as a concerned citizen that just happened to be nearby and without much fanfare they let her go. Within minutes the two petty crooks, the old man, and the policemen would have already forgotten her presence. They would all just remember that there was a woman who just happened to be there at the right place and time, and it was how she wanted it.

[Lord Wraith]

Rose Wilson aka Ravager

R A V A G E R

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^{R O S E W I L S O N ◼ F E B R U A R Y 1 4 , 1 9 9 2 ( 2 5 ) ◼ M E T A H U M A N / G A D G E T E E R}

^{"I may be a loose cannon, but you know I'm a damn good."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"Can I remind everyone again, what complete crap this is?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'-6"

◼ WEIGHT | 112 lbs

◼ BUILD | Athletic

◼ HAIR COLOR | White

◼ EYE COLOR | Greenish-Blue

◼ PERSONALITY | Rose Wilson is a proud rebel. She disobeys orders often, and likes making sarcastic comments. Rose likes to have the last words in. She isn’t afraid to speak her mind, and makes it obvious when she doesn’t like someone. But Rose hides her insecurity. She never really knows her place, so she moves around a lot. The only place she is really comfortable is in combat. But the one thing she knows for sure is that she is a good person.

Rose is a little psychotic, but not to the insane level. She knows her limits. She is intelligent, but also reacts quick, sometimes before the situations is fully thought through. The one thing she wants most is to be accepted for who she is, and she refuses to change her ways. She is flirtatious, and very emotional. Mostly in the pleasure and anger department.

//DESCRIPTION:

Rose Wilson is a thin, tall, muscular woman with fair skin. Her eye is a brilliant greenish-blue. She only has her right eye, because the left was damaged by her father in order to intimidate Nightwing into training her. Due to her abilities and injury the left eye is 'blind', rendering it white and pupil-less. Rose wore a white eye patch over the missing eye in her youth, but will only cover her eye now if necessary for covert or subtle affairs. Described by many as attractive, she has jarring silver hair inherited from her father's genetic mutations that is long, and reaches her mid-back. In terms of clothing, Rose generally can be found wearing her Ravager armor when on mission but off duty prefers to relax in shorts and tank tops. She can dress up when needed but prefers to dress comfortably.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"I can't use the gun. Give me your sword."}

Rose's origin begins in Cambodia, where she lived with her mother Lillian. Ten years prior, the mercenary known as Slade Wilson had laid with Lillian Worth. Returning after a decade, Slade and a group of allies came to the brothel where Lillian had operated in order to complete her extraction. However, one of the soldiers discovered Rose, and the girl shot him out of fear when the man tried to catch her. Intervening at the sight of Rose's silver hair caught his eye, Slade's confident, Wintergreen attempted to calm Rose only for Slade to look on, exchanging a knowing look with Wintergreen.

Over the years, Rose decided to follow in Slade's footsteps, study his tactics and trained under Slade himself to further hone her skills. However, Slade eventually decided his own training was insufficient and that he wanted more for his daughter. He wanted her to have a life, one with purpose but without the blood stains. So Slade turned to one of the most recurring thorns in his side, abducting the hero known as Nightwing and coercing him into training Rose everything he knew. It wasn't without sacrifice on Rose's part however, as it took Slade taking her eye in order to convince Nightwing to accept Slade's deal, least the world's deadliest assassin kill his own daughter before the former Boy Wonder's eyes.

Following Nightwing's training, Rose did the unexpected and betrayed Slade. Teaming up with Nightwing to take down her father, the pair overthrew Slade who unfortunately managed to escape, having anticipated the entire event. Feeling manipulated and abandoned by her father, Rose took up the name Ravager out of spite and set out to make a name for herself. Working two jobs, during the day, Rose took a job as a club bouncer, while in the rest of her time, she followed her father's example taking work as a mercenary. Unlike Deathstroke however, Rose's contracts consisted of stopping other hitmen from killing their targets.

Eventually catching the attention of Timothy Drake, the then-current Robin and leader of the Teen Titans, Drake extends an invitation to Rose to join the team. Hesitant to accept, Rose eventually reluctantly takes the offer after her former mentor, Nightwing tracks Rose down in at a strip club in Blüdhaven. Travelling to the team's newest headquarters in San Francisco, Rose did her best to settle in. But the revelation of who her father was, along with his relationship with past Titan teams did little to cement trust in the other Titans. Despite eventually earning the trust of others on the team, the constantly rotating roster of the Titans took its toll on Rose who already had abandonment issues. The final straw for Rose is the departure of her close friend and occasional paramour, Eddie Bloomberg who was forced to depart the team after the lost of his own abilities.

Striking out on her own, Rose spent the rest of her teenage years making a name for herself. Acting a something of a rougher hero, Rose took on missions that were often swept under the rug due to not being in the public eye. Cracking human trafficking rings and drug cartels, Rose spent numerous years in South America and aboard before finally being approached by the Justice League. Uncertain of the offer at first, Rose eventually realized that if the League was approaching her, they must have more confidence in her abilities and stability than she herself did. And that was exactly the kind of support that Rose needed in her life.

▼ A T T R I B U T E S:

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^{"What's a girl gotta do to get in a proper brawl around here?"}

// ABILITIES:

◼ ENHANCED MENTAL CAPACITIES | Rose inherited her father's metagene, an "unlocked mind." Unlike Deathstroke, Rose's mind takes in large amounts of information, and condenses it all into a probability assessment with a margin of error that she perceives as a vision. She then takes steps to keep her vision from coming to pass. Her powers also occasionally trigger in her sleep.

As part of her enhanced mental capacities, Rose has latent psionic tendencies and is able to communicate telepathically with those she bonds with. Furthermore, this grants her immunity to having her mind invaded or controlled by other telepaths and in particular her brother Joseph.

◼ PRECOGNITION | Rose's powers include limited precognition. She is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to 'see' her opponent's next moves, mainly when her adrenaline is running. Rose is sometimes able to use her precognitive abilities to "see" her own immediate future, although her visions come and go. These precognitive abilities may blossom into much more in the future.

◼ POWER DAMPENING | Rose's metagene causes her to dampen and reduce the effectiveness of another metahuman's abilities. In particular, this talent seems to specifically target metahumans which possess invulnerability allowing Rose to be able to deliver attacks and indeed wound those who normally would not be felled by conventional weapons.

◼ ENHANCED ATTRIBUTES | Through her father's genetics, Rose inherited the effects of the serum administered to her father, Slade Wilson. This essentially turned her into a super soldier. Her strength, speed, reflexes, durability, healing, etc. all surpass peak human levels. Rose is able to run at speeds of up to thirthy miles per hours and long distances far out-performing any Olympic athlete. She possesses a similar strength increase as her father; she can press approximately eleven hundred pounds - ten times her own body weight. Likewise, her reflexes, agility and senses are are well above those of human levels making Rose essentially a living weapon much like her father was. Lastly, Rose possesses an accelerated healing factor, allowing her to survive near fatal injuries, however it does not allow her to fully recover from some wounds. This can be seen in her 'blind' eye, nor would Rose be able to regenerate a lost limb.

// SKILLS:

◼ UNARMED COMBAT | Rose is a skilled martial arts expert, having trained under her mother from a young age and both Deathstroke and Nightwing later on. With enhanced agility, speed, strength and endurance thanks to the her inherited abilities from Deathstroke, the combination of precognition and a superhuman body leaves Rose a force to be reckoned with.

◼ WEAPONS MASTER | Rose is very skilled in the use of her arsenal of weapons. Her default weapons are a pair of energy swords originally designed for her by Timothy Drake. Capable of cutting through most inorganic materials, the blades are designed to pass through organic materials, administering a shock instead of lacerations. Aside from these weapons, Rose wields conventional swords, various firearms - armed with non-lethal rounds at the behest of Batman, however she's a crack shot capable of taking down targets with live ammunition without killing them, and lastly a bo-staff on rare occasions. However, Rose is a pragmatist at heart and it seems to matter little what weapon she is given as chances are that she'll be able to use it.

// WEAKNESSES:

◼ AMBUSH | Rose's enhanced mental abilities can only calculate the probability of that which she can see. While she may be able to detect a trap and calculate the best way to avoid it, an unseen opponent or a straight ambush will catch her unaware, requiring her to catch up before she can use her abilities effectively. As such, she won't be able to immediately counter attack, leaving her open to injury if not death.

◼ HUMANITY | Despite being a metahuman with notable enhancements, Rose is still as fragile as a normal human. While this is compensated for via her armor, Rose stills needs to breathe air, eat food and rest. Caught off-guard and unprotected, it would potentially only take a single bullet to the head to kill Rose as a fatal wound is something even she can't recover from.

◼ MENTAL PROGRAMMING | Originally, Slade sought to control his daughter, and inflicted mental programming upon her, allowing him to manipulate and control his daughter with selective keywords. While several of the League members have done their best to remove this mental programming, most of it remains due to Rose's immunity to telepathic invasion. As a closed off person, it is difficult for her to willing open her mind to the invasion required to remove the programming, thus there are keywords which exist that can cause Rose to turn on her allies or even fall unconscious.

◼ TEMPERAMENT | Rose's brash and often impulsive temperment can often times get the better of her. While she tries to be the master strategist and level headed commander her father was, even in her twenties, Rose has a lot of emotional baggage to work out making her often a volatile hothead.

// CHARACTER EVOLUTION:

◼ FULL PRECOGNITION | One of my ideas for Rose's character evolution is that her abilities continue to grow with her. Eventually, I'd like to be able to have her precognition blossom into a much more active ability, allowing her to see the future and almost act as a prophet for the team, angling the League into a more proactive position rather than the currently reactive position against crime.

◼ TELEPATHY | Another ability I'd like to be able to have Rose develop is that of telepathy. I've laid the seeds, but I would love to see her eventually come into her own command of her psionic abilities, starting with full telepathy. With this ability, and my desire to see her lead a team of her own, she'd be able to make an excellent field coordinator.

◼ LIMITED TELEKINESIS | An extension of her developing psionics, I thought Rose could benefit from limited telekinesis down the road, if for nothing more than to make her already impressive combat prowess a bit more 'showy' and add some variety to how exactly she can use weaponry.

◼ TEAM RELATIONSHIPS | An initially closed off person, Rose has dealt with a lot of betrayal over her life and expects the people who come into it to soon live once they've gotten whatever it is they were after. For this reason, I'd like to see Rose develop relationships with the team, primarily friendship though if the chemistry is there, potentially romantic.

◼ LEADERSHIP ROLES | Adding to her relationships, I'd like to see Rose grow to the point where the team trusts her enough to follow her instincts and instructions. I'd like to see Rose lead in the field, and direct a team on various missions in combat.

◼ A SENSE OF FAMILY | The ultimate culmination of her building of relationships, I'd like for Rose to finally have a family. People she looks up to, can go to for advice and who will just be there for her through the good and the bad.

◼ LOSS, LOVE AND A LONGING TOWARDS THE FUTURE | Over the course of the RP, I am looking for Rose to grow emotionally, dealing with loss, whether it be teammates, friends or something else that she values, to love and its struggles and eventually to Rose growing into her own, shedding her father's shadow and perhaps becoming someone, or something else.

▼ S A M P L E P O S T:

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^{"Super Zeroes! Think maybe you could save me the trouble of a swim in this vile sludge? You know, in exchange for helping you idiots?"}

E L S A L V A D O R:

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^{Tuesday, October 30ST - 10:33 PM | Miramundo Rainforest - Chalatenango}

The forest was eerily quiet. All that could be heard was the rumble of the convoy making its way slowly down the overgrown roads. The sobs of several women hung in the back, a particularly loud cry was cut off by a yelp, the echo of flesh on flesh rang out through the mist-laden forest. Normally, they would be free to travel the roads, but recently a she-devil, a costumed bruja had been cutting into their shipments. Just last week, three convoys were stopped, their contents escaped and returned back to their families and loved ones in the United States. Normally the capes didn't bother with the operations of the Jaguar, but for some reason, somehow they had caught the eye of this one.

Extinguishing a cigarette on the dashboard of the truck, the driver sat back in his seat attempting to relax before he shot up straight as a board. His foot slammed the brakes to the floor, the convoy skidding to a stop while the truck behind was forced to swerve to avoid rear-ending the first. Shrieks came from the back of both vehicles as the women inside were tossed around by the sudden jerking movement. Before the driver could even undo his seat-belt, the butt of a rifle was tapping on his window before the door was angrily hauled open.

"Why de 'ell did you stop!" The dark skinned man yelled at him as the driver meekly pointed towards a large tree felled across the road. Swatting a mosquito that had landed on his neck, the other man's lip curled up in disgust before he put his hand to his mouth and whistled.

"Alright, get de saws." He ordered, two other men climbing out of the back of the truck while he circled behind it. The assault rifle in his hands pointing from woman to woman as he shone the tactical flashlight into the back, a clear warning to those inside. Anyone attempting to escape would be killed, or worse.

The silence of the night was quickly broken by the roar of chainsaws as the two men powered up the tools and approached the tree. Bending down to begin at the stump, one of the men stumbled backwards in surprise, noticing the fresh cuts to the trunk, the tree hadn't been felled by natural means. Turning to call to the others, barely a word made it out of his mouth before the blade of energy sword burst through his chest. Live current running through his body as he slumped to the ground unconscious.

Unable to hear the struggle of his companion over the sound of his own saw, the other man didn't even notice the woman dressed in black and orange as she raised a gun towards him and fired the tranquilizer dark without even looking. Dropping to the ground, the saw disengaged as the other man joined his partner in a very deep slumber.

Noticing the sudden lack of noise, the leader of the group poked his head out from behind the truck before he called towards the first driver.

"Is it too much to hope, de idiots already cleared de tree." He spat venomously. Firing into the air to give off a warning, he walked forward. "This isa de night you die bruja."

A soft thud could be heard from behind the man, catching him off guard as the woman spoke.

"I don't fuckin' think so." The man was blown off his feet as the woman raised her gun, firing a single rocksalt round into his chest from a special modification. Watching his boss fly to the ground, the driver turned to run while the other men quickly climbed out the truck, scrambling for their weapons.

Rose Wilson, the Ravager.

Formerly a Teen Titan, forever damned to be the daughter of Deathstroke the Terminator. Rose had left the rooftops of Gotham, Metropolis and San Francisco behind for this. The feeling of being alive, the feeling of for one time, doing something right with her life. She was the hero of the down trodden and the scourge of the underworld and there was nothing in her that could bring her to deny that she loved every moment of it.

The night was illuminated by gunfire as assault weapons rang out but the girl was never where she had been when her assailants pulled the trigger. The steady hum of the energy swords gave away her position with each swing while she closed in, the blades cutting through the guns as though she was running her finger though a pool of water. It was easy, and it graceful.

And it was over far too quickly.

An adrenaline junkie at heart, Rose's chest pounded up and down, her bosom swelling with each breath she took, standing in victory over the pile of broken men. With a quick twirl of the swords, she deactivate the blades and returned the hilts to the back of her waist, drawing one of the conventional swords off her back as she approached the now stirring leader.

"Please, please call me a bitch like it's a bad thing." Rose said, reaching down and grabbing the dark skinned man before holding him up by his throat against the door of the convoy truck. "Who are you working for?"

"F-f-fuck..." He choked before spitting blood. "You!" Flinching, the blood laden saliva landed on her mask. Driving her sword through the man's shoulder, Rose listened in satisfaction to the shattering of glass as it told her the blade gone through. Cries of agony filled the night sky, the man pinned on the blade struggling with no avail.

"Same question as before, and I'd answer it this time." Rose stated, twisting the hilt of the blade.

"S-same answer." The man managed to reply, smiling wide, his teeth stained red. Growling, Rose pulled back the sword as she dropped the man to the ground. He stumbled while he fought to regain his footing only for the blade to swing. He barely felt a thing until the subtle 'THUD' of his hand hitting the ground causing him to look towards the bleeding stump on the end of his arm. Cold metal was suddenly pressed against his groin as Rose slammed him against the truck again, this time with a hand around his throat and her gun pressed to his manhood.

"You seem to like thinking with this, perhaps it knows the answer." Rose's smile was filled with anything but mirth as she spoke. The man tried to squirm but her strength held him firmly in place.

"The J-jaguar. We work for the Jaguar."

"Then I hope the Jaguar knows he's a dead man." Rose replied tossing the man back to the ground, his shirt tearing off. The muzzle of her gun lit up twice, the shots ringing out through the jungle as she placed a bullet in either of his knees. "Thirty mile walk back to town. I hope it was worth it." She spat tossing the shredded shirt back to the man. "And I'd wrap that quickly, don't want you to bleed out." She added, sheathing her weapons.

A light illuminated the jungle floor as a VTOL plane descended upon the scene. Opening the back of the trucks, Rose motioned for the captured women to exit while the plane lowered a platform to the ground. Dozens of thank you's and other blessings were whispered towards Rose as the battered prisoners ran to the platform. Giving the all clear, Rose watched the platform rise into the sky before the plane turned back towards the United States. Walking away from the scene, Rose haphazardly tossed a grenade over her shoulder as the trucks exploded moments later. The heat of the explosion warmed her back while Rose triumphantly walked away from the scene before muttering to herself.

"Always wanted to do that."

▼ NOTES:

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^{"Oh, quit whining. You're still alive, aren't you?"}

◼ SAILING | Rose enjoys sailing as a hobby, she finds it relaxing and enjoys how being on the water constantly keeps her in motion.

◼ DEATHSTROKE | Unless explicitly told otherwise by Member 00492, I am operating under the premise that Slade Wilson is currently deceased.

◼ BAT-RELATIONS | Rose has an odd friendship with Dick Grayson that has evolved past a school girl crush to an actual unstated respect for the original Boy Wonder. Tim Drake also has her respect due to the time she spent on the same team as him but they don't have near as close as a relationship as her and Dick do. Despite being 'over' her crush on Dick Grayson, Rose still tends to act cold or hostile towards Dick's current and former flames. She herself has little to no relation with Batman due to her who her father was.

Rose's Relationship Sheet

R A V A G E R

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^{// ♥ Crush ♥ // ☮ Friend ☮ // ☯ Acquaintance ☯ // ⚜ Rival ⚜ // § Frenemy § // ☠ Enemy ☠ //}

☯ Argyle, Chester aka Whiplash:

Rose has yet to interact with Chester Argyle.

☯ Barr, James aka The Bulleteer:

Rose has yet to interact with James Barr.

☯ Campen, Lexi aka Apollex:

Rose has yet to interact with Lexi Campen.

☯ Carter, Najee aka Captain Marvel (II):

Rose has yet to interact with Najee Carter.

☮ Jester, Jessica aka The Lizard:

Jessica was assigned to the same mission as Rose and the two were friendly. Jessica seemed to take a liking to Rose after the latter assisted the former in her first ever parachute jump. Throughout the mission, the two were often side by side, trading banter and even seeing eye to eye on matters the others disagreed with. While Jessica seems to be interested in more than a friendship with Rose, Rose sees the girl as something of a kid sister and instead has a protective bond with the girl instead of a flirtatious one.

☯ Kent, Lara aka Supergirl:

Rose has yet to interact with Lara Kent.

☯ Light, Lucy aka Toon Girl:

Rose has yet to interact with Lucy Light.

☯ MacAodhan, Duncan aka The Rookie:

Rose has yet to interact with Duncan MacAodhan.

☯ Monster, Monny aka Clayface:

Rose has yet to interact with Monny Monster.

☯ Reynolds, Cynthia aka Gypsy:

Rose has yet to interact with Cynthia Reynolds.

☯ Ryker, James aka Mr. Clutch:

Rose has yet to interact with James Ryker.

⚜ Sage, Victor aka The Question:

Rose will be the first to admit there's more to Victor Sage than meets the eye. At first glance, the conspiracy detective seems like little more than a man in a cheap suit and cheaper mask. But the pragmatist fighter showed his worth on their first mission together. Assigned point by the Batman, Rose instantly knew she was going to butt heads with the Question, they further butted heads on their different philosophies especially regarding the use of lethal force. The relationship between these two is very much still in flux and could go any direction from here.

☯ Trainor, Lieutenant Lawrence aka Polarity Man:

Rose has yet to interact with Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor.

☮ Unknown aka The Warden:

A man of few words but thankfully of action, the Warden was the final member assigned to the same team as Rose during the new League's first mission. Easy to get along with and relatively useful, the Warden did nothing to give Rose a negative impression and she'd happily buy him a drink if the two ever crossed paths in a bar.

[Hillan]

M I K A E L S M I T H

I always wanted to be a hero..

| B I R T H N A M E: |

Mikael Zachariah Smith

| N I C K N A M E ( S ): |[

Mike, Zach, Neo.

| A L I A S ( E S ): |

Dark Messiah

| S E X: |

Male

| A G E: |

28

But, not like a hero that faces danger and risks their own life everyday.

| A P P E A R A N C E: |

Mikael stands at a rather tall 6'5, and weighs just under 200 pounds. He's sporting an athletic build and rather wide shoulders. He carries a fair amount of swagger on his step, yet he's often dragging behind. These days due to fear, but in the past due to drunken disorientation. He is never seen without a cross hanging from his neck in a leather strap. He's got several tattoo's on his arms, shoulders, chest and neck, all of which with some type of religious overtones. He's usually seen dressing in long sleeve shirts, often with a leather or jean jacket on top, or a flannel shirt. He does not wear anything but jeans for pants, and more often than not that they're ripped or otherwise heavily worn. He does not have an outfit for the field yet.

| P E R S O N A L I T Y: |

Cynical,, sarcastic, emotionally scarred, insecure, cocky, aloof and a general 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. He's in this JLU business for his own gain, not to do good, he doesn't believe he can do good, not anymore.

More like Justin Bieber or Brad Pitt or Katy Perry, y'know? I'd wanna do nothing and still be called a hero just because people adored what I did.

| A B I L I T I E S: |

NEW GOD DNA:
Mikael has been inflicted with the DNA of the Gods of New Genesis, and it wasn't from one of the nice ones, but the DNA of possibly the most evil being in the entire universe (Or, at least this universe.), the Overlord of Apokalips, Darkseid. Unlike Darkseid's son, Orion, Mikael shares his connection to the Omega Effect and it fuels his ever growing power. It's been some months since Miakel contracted the blood of Darkseid, and has since already developed enhanced durability and physical features. He heals faster and he can get hit a lot harder, surviving getting hit by a train with no severe injuries, only a couple of broken bones. According to Batman's tests, Mikael has already just about stopped aging.

GROWING POWER: Not even a year has passed since Mikael's life changed, and he's growing more powerful by the day, more and more power pumping into his veins, and his body is slowly but surely changing to be more like that of his patron, Darkseid, with no signs of slowing down. With the increase in his powers, comes the increase in his connection to the Omega Effect, a well of power previously only tapped into by the God himself. And with it, his connection to Darkseid, he has vivid visions of things Darkseid has done, or is doing. Horrible demonic visions he does not understand, nor can control and they have rendered his psyche fragile and was what drove him to try and take his own life, six weeks ago.

TACTILE TELEKINESIS:
Mikael's generating a energy field around him that is the reason for his enhanced durability, this field could potentially allow him many more abilities, such as super speed, flight, and supers trength. So far, he's managed nothing more than to hover for a few seconds, despite Superman's best efforts in tutoring him. Yet, he's showing a lot of promise.

OMEGA BLASTERS:
Here's the real deal, the ability to mimic Darkseid's signature geometrical laser-vision. Like the former, Mikael's able to disintegrate things, or people on sight, albeit, he's never been able to do that at will – nor does he want to. He's slowly but surely getting the hang of how to turn the power on – and more importantly how to turn it off. How to do the spin – curve – phase through material laser is still far out of his grasp.

LIMITATIONS:
The most obvious limitation to Mikael's power is that, well, he doesn't really have any power yet. His abilities are so far nothing compared to the heroes of the Justice League – or the villains they will fight. He's little more use to the Justice League than Alfred Pennyworth would, in fact, I take that back, Alfie would be more use than Mike is. However, what does make him interesting is the potential he has. Superman has gone toe-to-toe with Darkseid more than once, he knows how terrible the Dark Overlord's powers are, how monstrous his powers are, and if there's even a chance that Mikael could become a fraction as powerful, and use those powers for good, he would be a massive asset to the league, earth and all that is right.

Further on, Mikael's afraid of his own powers. His visions are putting him in a very vulnerable place, where he's unable to quite tell what is real and what isnt, as sometimes they are so vivid that the faces of others is wrapped into that of the demons of Apokalips, or worse, the victims of Darkseid's wrath.

| S K I L L S: |

Pick-Pocketing, sleight of hand and general misdirection.
Hotwiring
Handy with a crowbar
Less handy with a shotgun
Has a pretty fair hunch about the value of certain goods.
Excellent get-away driver.
Pretty handy with a pocket knife.
Gambler, can handle his booze.
Decent at hand-to-hand combat, despite never being trained.
And by handle, I mean drink four bottles of whiskey in one sitting.

But life doesn't always pan out that way, huh..

| S A M P L E / B I O G R A P H Y: |

”You guys ever been out drinking one night at the local, and wakes up 36 hours later in a pool of blood, finding out that you've got the blood of Satan pumping in your veins? No? Just me? Great.” Mike said, sitting in the all white room, only one painting hung on the all white walls, the windows were barred and the previously mentioned painting – of a boat in a wooden frame, looking like something a kindergartner had made, actually, knowing this place, it very well could be.

Mike sat in a small circle with four other 'inmates' as he called them, it was their weekly group session – not that it was much of a session, the guy on his left, Jackson Todd, sat repeating “Philadelphia” over and over, while hugging his knees to his chest, and the one of his right was drooling and was just north of being a vegetable, too jacked up on drugs, his name was Matthew Thomas. Last was the petite girl with her pale skin and her jet black pixie cut maybe ten years younger than him, whom he had only ever heard being called “Ace.” Ace was as far as he could tell a mute, she walked, she ate, but she did it all without making a sound. He had never heard her let out a grunt, say 'ouch', cough or sneeze. If he hadn't seen her eat during lunch, he would be convinced her mouth was sewed shut.

Well, the eating, and the screaming she did at night, living in the door next to his. Her demons were very much like his, and in some way, maybe she was shades of the future for him. What had he really amounted in his life? Not a whole lot, he came from nothing, his parents were nobodies, his dad a blue collar worker and his mom a drug addict, and once she OD'd on heroin, it was his father's turn to take the needle. And Mikael had his own share of substance abuse. Alcohol had been his drug of choice, and he sure had had some bad trips, but these past six months had been like one very bad acid trip. He let out a loud sigh, as the last member in the little circle – the doctor. Wearing his tweed jacket with the elbow patches, balding hair and a bad combover, a well maintained brush mustache and beige khakis with loafers on his feet. His name was Doctor Brown, Mikael had never heard a first name for him. Well, unless his parents had named him Doctor, and he was just another fellow resident at this little piece of paradise. But you'd have to be a lunatic to name your child Doctor.. 'Kettle, meet pot, I suppose' Smith thought to himself.

“Bored, Smith?” He asked Mikael, whom looked up at him. “Having the time of my life, Doc.” Brown shook his head. “That adjournes today's session. Smith, Ace, you can return to your rooms.” Ace nodded and walked away, Mikael took another second. “I have a headache, I could use a cup of water.”

“Mr.Smith knows full well that you're not allowed to drink water at will. Ask the nurse to bring you a mug.”

“What am I gonna do, drown myself in a mug?” He asked sarcastically, Brown shook his head again, before he shoo'd him away to his room again. Mikael let out another loud sigh. His head was hurting, which meant he was gonna have another vision, that was most often the sign, he could only barely get into his room, the door closing behind him as he collapsed on the floor, his head being bombarded with hundreds, thousands of images and sounds. Battle plans, genocide, murder, butchering, slavery, mass graves – it was like the worst kind of holocaust film you ever could've imagined, but a thousand times worse than that.

He woke up four hours later, in his bed, his head was still sore, but he could at least call for the nurse. He opened his dry lips. “H-Hey, nurse.. Can I have water?” He asked, and the nurse responded with “Of course, Mr.Smith. You do have a visitor, though. I'll let the visitor bring you the water, and your nightly meds.”

A visitor? Who even knew he was here? And more curiously, who cared to visit him? All of his old contacts had shunned him in the past year. And a visitor they would let give him his meds? Curious indeed, and he probably would've continued to ponder, if it weren't for the fact that he got distracted by the ticking of the clock out in the hallway. That god damn clock always did bother him.

His door opened, and where he expected to see a face, he only found darkness. He clenched his sheets with his left arm, his right locked in it's strap around his neck, still healing from his 'accident'. The man infront of him was clad completely in black, his look unmistakable. He was the God Damn Batman.

”Mikael Smith?” Batman asked him and Mike nodded. He nodded for him to hold out his hand Batman handed him the meds, and once he had thrown them into his mouth, he also handed Mikael the water he had been craving for the last few hours. Under his arm was a dossier. “Mikael Zachariah Smith, born 18th Novemeber 1988. Born at Gotham General Hospital, son of Willis and Mariah Smith, both of them drug addicts, albeit at different parts of time. Your father committed murder on a federal agent while working for the cartels down in Mexico, and he got the needle for his trouble.”

“Yeah..” Was his only response.

“You were 12 and an orphan, you were taken in by The Gotham Cathedral Church, and put in the care of their orphanage and raised Father Eric O'Malley. Five years later, Eric was arrested for his use of young teenagers are criminals and thugs, dismantling his entire network – and then you were in the wind. Off the grid. You ended up in the ER a few times, four bullet wounds on different occasions and got cut with a knife six times on five occasions. A man matching your description was mentioned as a pick-pocket, or a purse snatcher, and even as a robber in a few breaking and entering cases, but you never got caught and no one in Gotham has the time to keep going after a ghost. Well, almost no one.” Batman said, his eyes glaring into Mikael's very soul.

“Y-You here to bust me? Because as you can see, someone beat you to the punch!” He shouted, twitching his broken arm.

“Seven months ago, 85 people vanished out of seemingly thin air, all of them as old as you, born the same year, a few weeks apart from you. Two months later, 84 bodies are found in a warehouse in Detroit. You are the only one who survived the kidnapping, what happened to you?”

“I.. I really do not know...”

“That injury, you remember how you got it, your little 'accident'?”

“It wasn't an accident. I jumped in front of a train and tried to kill myself. It was a miracle that I survived.. If you call this living...”

“Not Quite.” Batman cut him off, taking out a video player – looking like a phone. On it was newsfootage from a railway outside of Metropolis. '600 people confirmed dead in the Monorail Tragedy” The text at the bottom read, scrolling past with footage of all of the charred corpses. It was spliced in with footage of the Big Blue Boyscout, Superman, being blasted out of the air by a crimson red projectile, tearing open his suit and grounding him, wounding him even, yet, there was no footage of what it was that had fired the blast.

“W-What?! I wasn't there, I got hit by a train and broke my arm!” Mikael cried out, and Batman shook his head. “You got hit by a piece of a cart. One piece you didn't evaporate into dust. You're in Arkham Asylum for the criminally insane.”

[Divine Darkness]

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[Roman]

Whiplash

W H I P L A S H

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^{CHESTER ARGYLE // JULY, 1997 (20) // GADGETEER}

^{_{COLLECTED // FRIENDLY // LEVEL // RESERVED // GOOD-HEARTED}}

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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Born and raised in Texas, his mother left his father for reasons Chester never came to understand, and his father provided for them both with a small cattle business. Chester spent his childhood and adolescent years as his father's ranch-hand, learning how to rear cattle, ride horses, crack whips, and sling lassos. His time with the herds taught him to be aware of what surrounded him, lest he caught in a sudden stampede under panicked bovine; his time breaking in young horses taught him sharp reflexes, lest he misjudge a particularly irkful stallion and find himself on the wrong end of a back-hoof. His father taught him how to fight those that would steal from their land, but also how to reason with the desperate and thirsty. Chester grew up strong and noble, with compassion for man and animal alike - but he always missed his mother.

When Chester turned 18, his father revealed to him an ongoing correspondence with his absent mother; several states away, in the city of Gotham. Chester was on a plane a week later.

He found his mother, and she was just as surprised to see him as he was to see her; she was run-down, under-the-thumb, a country-gal who'd come to the big city with stars in her eyes and been quickly taken advantage of. She suffered addiction, depression, panic disorder, trapped in a spiral of self-abuse and emotional turmoil. A week after she had met with Chester, learning of the son and father she had left behind, her mind broke under the weight of everything she had thrown away in youthful, arrogant naivety, and she took her own life, her body discovered by the son that could have been her redemption. Chester drowned in his sorrow and rage, turning to the streets to find those that had mulched a young, hopeful girl into more gray meat for their corruption.

They found him first, and had it not been for Gotham's own dark saviour, Chester would have reunited with his mother the same night she had left him. Batman rescued Chester, and saw in him a familiar anger. With nowhere or no one else to go to, Chester was put under the training of Batman - and the rest, as they say, is history.

▼ A T T R I B U T E S:

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//ABILITIES & SKILLS

◼ TEXTAKINESIS | Due to his background and the skills taught to him in his young life, Chester has been supplied with large pieces and strips of an advanced, current-rigged fabric by Bruce Wayne, AKA The Batman, that are wired up to transmitters and receivers along extended gauntlets. These gauntlets respond to Chester's muscle movements and twitches, activating electrical signals along the fabric that allows him to use them as extended whips, snares, and semi-prehensile limbs.

◼ PHYSICAL TRAINING | Due to his childhood and adolescence on his father's ranch, rolling straight into intensive training with Batman and the Justice League, Chester has a respectable set of physical capabilities - nothing enhanced or super-human, but certainly above the average 19 year old when it comes to stamina, strength, and agility.

//WEAKNESSES

◼ HOMO SAPIEN | While Chester is trained well - with and without his equipment - without his gauntlets he has no abilities, and instead has to rely on fight or flight. Given most of the Justice League's foes, flight is usually the only realistic option.

◼ LIMITED DEFENSE | Chester's gauntlets also don't offer him in the way of defensive capabilities, as fabric - supplied by Batman or not - is not often bulletproof, and the League's enemies are usually hitting harder than bullets. Instead, Chester must rely on his well-trained reflexes and spatial awareness to evade and debilitate his enemies before they have the chance to put him down for good.

▼ E V O L U T I O N:

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Chester comes to the League under the tutelage and sponsorship of Batman, a man who has seen in him a well-intentioned desire to do good despite lacking the extraordinary qualities of many of his teammates. As a result, Chester can be intimidated by the relative power-skew of the Justice League, and how, on the lower-end of the scale, his contributions and membership may not be as important or necessary as others. He's also very new to the League, and as a naturally reserved person anyway, finds himself rather taken aback among a large team of supernaturals and meta-humans. As he trains with the League, I'd like Chester to form some real bonds with other team members and open himself up, and learn more about what he and his gauntlets are capable of, as well as developing supporting secondary abilities, training, or tech, that will widen his move-set and what he's capable of out in the field.

▼ C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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◼ HORSE-RIDING | Chester enjoys open-plain horse-riding as his ultimate method of centering himself, however difficult such an activity may be in the thriving hub of Metropolis.

◼ KEEPSAKE | Owns and often wears an authentic Stetson passed down to him by his father, which keeps him reminded of his roots. It fits him well, but does make him stick out as a Ranch-boy in the big-city somewhat.

▼ S A M P L E P O S T:

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Floorboards groaned underfoot as the stairwell took Chester's weight one step at a time. Four stories of cramped, cheap apartments marketed as 'charactered and cozy' when they really meant 'falling apart and too small for comfort'. These were the faux-slums, the pseudo-ghetto; bulk-bought nearly-rooms not much better than hovels, rented on at 300% profit to those whose income was 'taxed' by the same people they used it to pay rent to. Such was Gotham; double-traps and snared funnels. Chester thought of this kind of housing as the urban equivalent of the bogs that lay on the outskirts of the city, a sickening, muddy sinkhole that pulled you in faster the more you tried to claw out. His mother was one of those lost travellers, drowned in the stench of the quagmire. Such was Gotham City, and the viscous tar that clung to its underbelly.

He reached the top of the stairs and paused, weight poised on one leg as he rolled his wrists, warming up the electrical receptors in his gauntlets and the great lengths of fabric wrapped around his arms, like he got caught short halfway through a modern-day embalming. There was no noise save the sound of the house settling back into itself and the muffled hum of an engine passing by in the street outside; headlights flashed through a window at the end of the communal hallway and Chester ducked low, lest his shadow be cast where it needn't. He creeped forward, pushing himself against the wall as he kept his ears pricked - and then, as he approached the third apartment along, he heard what he had been waiting to hear: low, hushed whispers, and the fumbling of large objects. Something was set down, and to Chester it sounded like a lid was cracked open - and then there was the distinct metallic clinking of guns being assembled and racked. Okay, thought Chester, we're skipping introductions, obviously.

The door gave out an almighty wrenching sound as the old, brittle hinges and wood panels splintered and gave way beneath Chester's boot, slamming inwards and shocking the men inside into panicked shouts as they sprung up from their various, but all seated, positions. Rookie error, was the only thought that rushed into Chester's mind, though it came in Bruce's gruff, unimpressed monotone rather than his own internal dialogue; Chester could only amusedly imagine what thoughts came into his opponents mind as he lashed his arms ferociously, the fabric unraveling perfectly as a length of each arm whipped through the air to snare the wrists on the gun-hands of two of the three men - a sharp pull and they both tumbled, weapons clattering uselessly to the ground as Chester loosed their arms and lashed again to whip the cheek of the third man, who shouted in pain and dropped his weapon to clutch his now-split face in pain. Chester rushed forward and brought up his leg into the nose of the closest man, hearing and feeling the crunch of the shattered cartilage and cracked forehead through his kneecap, and then swivelling and snaring the leg of the other who had begun to scramble for his fallen gun; a yank and he tipped forward, landing badly on his shoulder, which only made Chester's foot hurt all the more when he brought it down on the same shoulder, another sickening crack filling the room.

There was a snap and the smell of gunpowder and hot metal, and Chester felt his torso explode in electrical spasms as the third man, still clutching his bleeding cheek in one hand, had found his pistol and unloaded in the direction of their assailant; four bullets fired, three missed, but one had met its mark and Chester hit the ground hard, winded by the fall and his back in agony as lightning bursts ran up and down, his arms spasming out of control as the room and the men within it froze and slowly blinked away, pixel-by-pixel. Chester groaned, part frustration, part disappointment, mostly pain, and rolled himself over as the electrical pain simulator in his outfit ceased its punishment. He lay on his back, panting and aching, and prepared himself for his own lashing as he heard heavy boots walk across the now-empty room, an imposing shadow being cast over his prone form as his back still tingled.

"Rookie error," came Batman's gruff, harsh voice as he leveled his most common point of criticism against Chester once again. "Three opponents. Three points of initiation. Three marks to take down. Forget one, and that's the one that kills you."

Chester sat up, his arms shaky. "I thought he was out of commission long enough to take care of the other tw-" he was cut off without even a gesture from Bruce. Bruce didn't need to tell you when you needed to shut up; you just knew. The man had a presence that way.

"You were wrong, and that got you killed. Run it again. Scenario 8-C." Batman marched away, and Chester pulled himself to his feet. He had to do better.

[Unknown100]

Name: Lara Kent
Alias: Supergirl
Age: 20
Personality: quirky, emotional, childish, optimistic.
Archetype: Half-alien
Powers:
- Flight (still working on those landings)
- Superhuman strength, endurance and speed.
- Super hearing is but a fracture of its full potential.
- Still trying to figure out the x-ray. And heat vision sort of comes and goes and has a mind of its own.
- Tactile telekinesis. The ability to enhance the powers of her Kryptonian heritage. Whether it’s her strength or speed, she can boost her own philology and abilities. Besides that, she has also been able to create forcefields around people and objects, as well as lift things with her mind. However, this particular capability has also been known to mysteriously fail in certain instances.

Weaknesses:
Kryptonite. It will leave her much more vulnerable. And yet: Since Lara’s only half Kryptonian, it does not have the same crippling effect on her, as it does her farther.

Appearance:

Character Evolution: Lara will be someone with an identity crisis, as she was someone who felt normal, but then felt pressured to be something else in order to help the world. She’s on a journey from super powered to superhero. Girl to woman. Accepting that other side of her. She'll make mistakes (super powered mistakes, as well as personal mistakes) and learn from them. She'll have fears confirmed and doubt, if she’s even doing the right thing, yet also gain confidence in the process. Maybe even a sort of rivalry with Solara. And maybe that blossoms into a friendship, maybe it really won’t. In time, maybe the whole world will regard Lara as a treasure.

BRIEF Bio:
Lara’s birth was long and difficult. In fact, doctors weren't even sure Lois Lane was going to make it. For the first time ever, the Man of Steel was helpless to save the woman he loved. Yet in the end she pulled through and gave them both a beautiful, little girl.
There was no disagreement on how they should raise her: First they taught Lara to be human. Then they taught her to be super. This initiative carried over to her teen years, as she would go to great lengths just to feel like everyone else. Though her parents did their best to teach her to respect, but not fear her powers, they ultimately failed. Even though the human side of her meant she never quit reached her father’s level, she feared her powers. That’s why Lara has never let loose, and only trained her powers in order to control them. Because of it, she has yet to realize her own limits.
Her telekinesis, and how she was able to develop it, was a mystery to everyone. In time, everyone came to accept that there was no other explanation than the conditions were right and it happened. It stands as proof that even after aliens have visited Earth there’s still some mystery left. Lara Kent is simply a force that just is.
Like her farther, she can wear nice outfits and still not be afraid to get her hands dirty. And like her mother, she can enjoy the simple things in life.
Though really smart, she never had many friends. It was as if everyone knew she was a little different. Her occasional awkward behavior reflects her lack of social skills, but then again: Sometimes her one-liners are spot on.

When the need arrived for the Justice League to expand, Lois would not even let Clark talk to Lara about it. Their daughter had chosen another path. Yet, when Lara found out about it anyway, she shortly thereafter threw aside all dreams and desires to live a normal life. A choice that caused her great dread, though for now, only her mother seem to notice.
This was a whole new world for Lara. One where she was still just a girl. Still a super one at that. A Supergirl.

Notes: Yes, I know Lara is supposed to be the daughter of Wonder Woman or imaginary. But not here! :p

Sample Post:
“You have to be sure, this is what you want. No one wants to pressure you,” Lois said and watched her daughter nod cautiously, while she tightened a bolt on her bicycle.

“Well, dad seem very eager for me to do it,” Lara pointed out and kept turning.

“Yes, a bit too often, he has got his head in the clouds, if you ask me, sweetheart. But he always swoops back down eventually and sees the bigger picture.”

“So just because I’ve got… powers… don’t mean I have to go out there and be a hero?”

Lois’ answer came without a moment’s pause: “Oh yes, you do! Very much. Everyone should. However, you need to find out what being a hero means to you. And once you find out… never compromise. Not even for a second.”

Through the living room window Lara noticed the TV was still on.
The horrible images of a sooted wreckage were projected onto it while a reporter spoke. With his grief showing, he described the horrible fire that had costed the lives of an entire family.
Lara closed her eyes and for a while she just stood there like a statue.
Then the remaining bolts started to shake. The bike vibrated and the wind changed direction, if only for a few moments.
“… Tell dad: I wanna do it.”

[ineffable]

Lexi Campen

Lexi Campen

Alias

Apollex

Age

23

Personality

Calm, Kind, Helpful, Naive, Selfless

Archetype

Metahuman

Powers

Healing - Capacity to heal any physical injuries, however the more larger the injury the more energy that has be exerted. She simply has to place a hand over the injury and recite some ancient words in her mind.

Pause of time (maximum: 1 minute) - Works with her healing powers so she is able to pause time and tend to her comrades. Will only work if she sacrifices a piece of herself (her blood, a lot of hair, something important)

Weaknesses

She's very naive and can be easily trusting. She tends to put things in a more positive outlook which may earn her no respect from others. She's also quite selfless which means that she may go through a lot in her mental capacity as she always aims to help others more than herself.

Appearance

Kind of like that photo but a lot more innocent, and a more gentle look about her.
She has blonde hair and grey eyes. She usually wears tan pants and a grey sweater.
Super suit: Black, tan and grey super suit. Wears grey gloves and a black mask.

Character Evolution

I want Lexi to become more grown up, for her to become aware of the world around her and how much she is willing to sacrifice for others. I would also like Lexi to be in a relationship with someone. It would teach her a mean lesson about love and how to learn to be trusting of certain people at certain times. I'm quite sure she'll be friends with most of the younger people in the JLU and would have to earn the trust of the older, more mature heroes.

BRIEF Bio

Lexi grew up with her older brother, Leo. She was adopted by a family and led an average lifestyle until one day when her brother dived into a shallow end of a pool and broke both of his legs. She found out that he'd been paralyzed and will not be able to use his legs anymore. A week later it was her 19th birthday, where she received a letter her biological mother had written her. It contained several ancient words and an explanation of her powers. She was skeptical but decided to try it out. A month passed and her brother turned out to be well, all thanks to hushed recitations of the ancient words and a longing for the most important person for her to come back. Over the years, she's never really used much of her powers and instead stuck to protectively keeping them from prying eyes. When she attended university, studying in Physics, she felt that she could help more people who needed it, which is why she decided to enlist in the JLU.

Notes

Hobbies:
- Knitting
- Cooking
- Baseball

Family:
- Adopted mom - Caren Campen
- Adopted dad - Tomas Campen
- Biological Brother - Leo Campen (age: 32 years)
- Biological Mother - Faith Roserry (destination: unknown)
- Biological Father - Julian Roserry (destination: unknown)

Sample Post

The room was full with wounded bodies lying on stretchers and dirty sheets. Lexi took a deep breath in. It was weird to actually have a job to do, and one that had major consequences if she failed in it.
"You ready?" A gentle hand closes over her own as Lexi gnaws on her lip.
"I'm ready"
"Treat that patient over there then, if you're so confident." The woman smirks and Lexi feels her cheeks heating up. There it was. Someone else looking down at her.
She had begged and begged Caren, who was a nurse to let her be an intern at the injured soldiers camp and finally when she got here there was someone looking down at her.
Lexi walked over to where the patient was and sat down on a small folding chair next to him. He had stubble and frown lines even though he looked around her age. Her eyes scanned over the clipboard at the end of the bed.
Edward Grantchester, age: 29. Minor injuries on arms and torso.
Huh, so that woman didn't think that she could handle major injuries did she?
"Hi. Um, I don't know if you're awake but um, I'm here to help you." Lexi reaches out a hand and encloses it over the patient's. She would have to touch someone to make that connection, to bring upon that power.
The man's eyes fluttered open. He'd been sedated, of course. Too much. Lexi looks over at the man groaning in the corner. He'd been given too little.
"Why are you holding my hand?" The man speaks in a gravelly voice.
She just gives him a smile and starts to recite the words in her mind. Her other hand reaches to close his eyes and the wounds start closing over.
"Nice meeting you, Edward." She smiles and gets up.

As she walks home from the camp, Lexi fishes into her pocket and pulls out her phone.
She dials Leo's phone number and waits for the rings to stop.
"Hey, Leo."
"Hey, sunshine. How's it going?"
"Fine, I guess. Just a little bit tired from all the healing and stuff. I feel a bit woozy again." A hand reaches up to her head as she caresses her forehead.
"Trying to prove yourself again?" Leo's voice sounded worried.
"Yeah, could you pick me up? I just...don't think I can walk back that far."
"Yeah sure, I'll pick you up."
"Thank you."
Lexi leans against the wall next to her, sinking down to the floor. The world was spinning around her, swirling around and around.
She'd healed 10 patients today.
That'll teach her

[Blue Demon]

Clayface

M O N S T E R "M O N N Y"

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A.K.A. C L A Y F A C E

Age

Unknown

Personality

Mercurial || Social || Curious || Naive || Slow

Archetype

Supernatural

Powers

Shapeshifting

Monny has the innate ability to shift it's mass into any shape or form it sees or has seen. It can also change color and size depending on it's needs.

Superhuman Strength

Monny, as it says on the tin, can lift, hit and bash harder than your peak of physical perfection human. Some things it can so is: Strike with superhuman force, Lift massive objects and throw them with ease, Break through reinforced barriers with relative ease.

Mimicry

If Monny sees it it can replicate it up to and including looks, mannerisms, and voice.

Weaknesses

Heat

If it's too hot and there's not enough water around to compensate Monny will dry out. It's unsure if it will perish if it completely dries all the way through. But Monny is in no hurry to find out.

Excessive amounts of water

Exposure to too much water weakens Monny's structural integrity. Monny's mud/clay will begin to slough off it's body.

Mimicry

Monny's perhaps not too good at keeping it's self separate from that which it mimics. If it mimics a violent man, it tends to be violent. If it mimics an airhead, it tends to be rather dumb.

Appearance

Monny is a six foot tall Mud/clay mixed monster. It is about four (maybe five) feet at it's largest point. It has one great eye and directly under that a misshapen mouth. Monny does have hands, but no joints. His arms end in five fingers. Monny also has legs but they're not usually visible under it's folds of shifting mud/clay.

Monny's default human form is a nondescript white man of indeterminable age. It has no identifying features that make it remarkable. It has mud brown hair and eyes and that's pretty much all that can be remarked upon.

Character Evolution

I see Monny as being largely hesitant. It's think large monster (which is how it thinks of itself) but it doesn't like being feared. It hid itself mostly and now it's concerned about being itself so openly. It likes the JLU in that most are not afraid of it and it hopes that the non-fear will somehow shift to everyone and it can live in peace with it's human friends.

I think for a personal story it would be really great to see Monny stuck in a situation with a non-leaguer who's terrified of him. However Monny does his best to save them and at the the end of the story the two become good friends.

BRIEF Bio

Monny is a singular being. There is nothing quite like it. It was not born. Nor was it created. Monny likes to think that the universe saw a need and thus Monny filled the void. The truth, as Monny would, is out there. But it's not that worried about finding it. It is content with it's lot in life. Which isn't to say that was always the case. It was a few years back when Monny first memory occurred.

It was bright and warm. Something Monny didn't know enough about to quantify. Instead it opened it's big eye and saw the world for the first time in conscious memory. It had no words to describe the building it was in. None to describe the building terror of the unknown growing inside of it. Soon that terror overtook Monny and it lashed out, hitting and destroying things. Actions that only served to agitate the great monster more. In one of it's wild swings it burst forth onto a busy street.

There new sounds assaulted Monny. Screams and cries of terror. Not knowing what to do with this new barrage of sensory input, Monny continued to lash out. This continued for quite some time, perhaps an eternity Monny will often think as it reflects upon this memory, until one of the small things hit back. It was small and more oddly shaped then everything else with a part of it reaching behind it.

Monny was quickly taken down by the thing it would learn later was Batman. Batman threw it into a place called Arkham Asylum. There Monny learned things like words, ideas, and expressions. It also learned of Clayface and how similar the two were despite Clayface being not like Monny. Having lots of time for reflection Monny did just that. It learned that the thing people screamed at him was "Monster" and took it as it's name. It also learned the words it wanted for Clayface were hurtful and angry and bad. Though even Monny had to admit it learned a lot from Clayface. Most notably the fact that Monny could shapechange. Later on Monny would take up Clayface's name to reflect what the monster had given Monny. But to also reflect his hope. That something once seen as evil or monstrous could be good or do good.

When Monny next saw Batman the two talked and Batman. Soon Monny, as a human man, was released from Arkham with the promise Batman would keep an eye on it. Monny was free to go where it wished and do what it wanted. The freedom was paralyzing. Thankfully as a monster who has no need of food, Monny was able to just sit in an ally for days on end.

After a long week Monny eventually stood up and gained employment at one of the dockside warehouses moving cargo. It learned how better to socialize, which Monny really liked. Going to bars and just talking to people was great. Monny also got an apartment and internet! Every so often one of the Bat people would stop by and talk with Monny. It'd give them information if they wanted it. Mostly it gave them whatever food it had cooked.

Eventually more time passed and Batman, and friends, came by less and less and Monny got on with it's life. Until one day Batman came back and asked Monny if it'd want to join the JLU. Monny happily agreed and now this is it's new life. One where Monny doesn't have to hide what it is anymore.

Notes

Monny doesn't eat. It only needs to replenish water and mud/clay as needed which isn't all that often.
It loves to blog and spends a lot of it's time on twitter and tumblr while not doing JLU things. It also adores The Twilight Zone and often watched the show on Netflix
Monny isn't the smartest mud monster out there but it's definitely the one with the biggest heart. Most people who see human Monny assume he's a little touched in the head.

Sample Post

Monny nearly skipped back from work. Today was going great. One of his co-workers, Christine had asked it to hang out later this week with some one of her girlfriends and her boyfriend. Something she called a double-date. Monny wasn't totally sure what that was, but it wanted to go on it anyways. It couldn't wait to get back home to tell all his tumblr followers about it.

Monny whistled a tune as it sort-of, kind-of, didn't skip. It didn't pay much attention to what was going on around it despite living in a not so good area of Gotham.

"Hey Monny!" A voice shouted catching the Monster's attention.

Monny stopped and turned seeing a disheveled man leaning against a wall.

"Dan!" Monny clapped it's hands and hurried over to the man. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Sorry about that big guy." Dan said as he clapped Monny on the shoulder. "I didn't think I'd be gone so long."

"What were you doing?" Monny was always curious and always asking questions. It was great that everyone was always so nice and answered them.

"Just working a part time thing." Dan half shrugged. "Ended yesterday so here I am." Dan spread his hands to accentuate the point. "You've been eating right?"

Food. Monny never understood human's fixation on food. It had tried it once and never again. It got stuck in it's body and then smelt like something died. But everyone around here watched Monny like a hawk and it it didn't appear to eat everyone got all bothered. Monny just didn't understand it. So to avoid that Monny took up cooking and apparently giving food to people was a good way to stop that question.

"Yes." Monny dutifully replied. "I have casserole leftover if you want some."

Dan smiled widely. Monny loved it when humans smiled. "That's great Monny. But I can't. You keep it for yourself. And if your boss is still giving you a hard time, just let me know."

Monny nodded it's head. Like it said, people around here were the best. All were so caring. "Okay. You make sure to eat too."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before Monny and Dan parted. Monny smiled all the way back to his apartment. Yes, today was just great!

Monny's Relationship Sheet

C L A Y F A C E

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^{// ♥ Crush ♥ // ☮ Friend ☮ // ☯ Acquaintance ☯ // ⚜ Rival ⚜ // § Frenemy § // ☠ Enemy ☠ //}

☮ Argyle, Chester aka Whiplash:

Monny and Chester Argyle have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Barr, James aka The Bulleteer:

Monny and James Barr have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Campen, Lexi aka Apollex:

Monny and Lexi Campen have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Carter, Najee aka Captain Marvel (II):

Monny and Najee Carter have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Jester, Jessica aka The Lizard:

Monny and Jessica Jester have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Kent, Lara aka Supergirl:

Monny and Lara Kent have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Kord, Ted aka Blue Beetle:

Monny and Ted Kord have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Light, Lucy aka Toon Girl:

Monny and Lucy Light have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ MacAodhan, Duncan aka The Rookie:

Monny and Duncan MacAodhan have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Reynolds, Cynthia aka Gypsy:

Monny and Cynthia Reynolds have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Ryker, James aka Mr. Clutch:

Monny and James Ryker have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Sage, Victor aka The Question:

Monny and Victor Sage have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Trainor, Lieutenant Lawrence aka Polarity Man:

Monny and Lieutenant Lawrence Trainor have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Wilson, Rose aka Ravager:

Monny and Rose Wilson have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

☮ Unknown aka The Warden:

Monny and The Warden have yet to meet but they're sure to be friends!

[rocketrobie2]

Name:
Ted Kord

Alias:
Blue Beetle

Age:
27

Personality:
Optimistic, calculating, light-hearted, Jolly, Determined

Archetype:
Gadgeteer

Skills and Gadgets:

Peak-ish Human Condition: Ted spends a decent amount of his time training his body to be capable of standing on his own in a word of alien gods and jacked up hoodlums. He’s trained in quite a few martial arts forms but is by no means a master of any and would be easily taken down by someone more skilled than him. Likely his greatest attribute however is his mind. With an IQ of 192 Ted is able to think through many situation rather than needing to resort to pure brute force (of which he possesses very little).
Blue Beetle Suit: The Blue Beetle costume isn’t the most sophisticated piece of technology but it is above the par of many of the other leaguer’s costumes in term of technological prowess. The mask for one can only be taken off using the armour’s gloves allowing Ted to keep his identity secret better, the visor has telescopic vision enhancements allowing him to see further and in greater definition and his suit is also capable of dampening the impact of kinetic attacks and stop small grade energy attacks.
The B.U.G: The Blue Utility Gadget (or Bug for short) is a device worn on Ted’s back which can be outfitted with numerous attachments to fit the need. A few notable attachments are: (1) A Clean Energy Jetpack (2) A hard-light diving suit capable of carrying twelve hours of oxygen and pressurizing for most environments (3)
Heavily Modified BB gun or Air Gun: Barely fitting the description of a BB gun anymore, Blue Beetle’s iconic weapon is capable of much more than firing a small pellet. The gun has three main functions to it: (1) A bright flash capable of stunning most things the look in it’s general direction (2) a compressed air blast that, at it’s peak, has been shown to knock a rhino clean off it’s feet (3) the gun can be used as a classic grappling gun in cases where there’s no better option for travel.

Weaknesses:

Human: Ted’s humanity is humbling to him in a time where he’s constantly surrounded by godly extraterrestrials and superhumans but, naturally, his mundane physicality is his greatest weakness. Ted can be stabbed, shot, blown up and killed in a plethora of other ways.

Appearance

Character Evolution:
I’d like for Ted to gain a few close friends and possibly a girlfriend if it happens naturally. Over time I’d like for Ted to replace and improve on his gadgets such as making more attachments for his B.U.G.

BRIEF Bio:
Ted Kord was raised in luxury due to his parents owning the highly successful cooperation know as Kord Industries. Living in such an environment inevitably spoiled Ted and resulted in a child who believed they were a cut above the common rabble but this lifestyle also allowed Ted to put a great focus on his studies and become a child prodigy. This mentality didn’t help Ted make any real friends but the boy suffered a real shock when his parent’s company was bought out by Wayne Enterprises during a low period for the company. Ted’s ‘friends’ all left him and his family was forced to drastically change their lifestyle to fit their new money situation. Luckily Ted’s parents made peace with the situation quickly and managed to keep the family fed, warm and dry.

Ted wasn’t as easy to adapt.

The now eleven year old boy took the change horribly and blamed his parents for their new accommodations and finical situation. This mentality slowly eroded away as Ted grew older and came to realize just how much his parents needed to do just to keep their family living somewhat comfortably and put him through university.

After university, Ted made a name for himself in the business world via starting multiple companies and selling them off for huge pay outs which allowed him to once again live in luxury. Eventually he managed to buy back his parent’s company from Wayne Enterprises after a decent amount of haggling and paying more than the corporation was worth. The first major project headed by the company under Ted’s leadership was the development of the software to be used in the Justice League’s base of operation. The business owner hadn’t followed the career of the heroes very closely but he knew about the superhuman that inhabited his world but seeing them up close sparked something within Ted.

These heroes put their lives on the line so that people like him could continue their lives without needing to worry about some intergalactic starfish or something destroying the planet. Ted wanted the self fulfillment that came with such an occupation. He thought “I want to be one of those guys” and began using the resources of his company to cobble together gadgets and a suit so that he could become a protector of the planet.

Notes:
-He got the Blue Beetle name thanks to two days of trying to think of one then taking a “what’s your Superhero name?” test online.

Sample Post:

Metropolis was a beautiful city, it was no wonder that the Justice League decided to make their base of operations here. Despite it’s looming buildings and constant targeting for superhuman criminals, one couldn’t help but feel tranquil walking its streets. That said the city wasn’t free of crime. On his way to the Justice League tower for the first time as Blue Beetle, Ted Kord saw a robbery taking place across the street in a Jewelry store.

“Really couldn’t have thought of robbing some place less conspicuous.” Ted thought to himself in regards to the, at the moment, unseen thief. Quickly Ted made his way across the street, Air gun in hand and got ready to knock down some thugs. What Ted didn’t expect was the strange, armoured figure in front of him. The their was clad in a large, purple armoured suit sporting large structures out of the back that could only be wings and odd tubes for fingers that sucked up the diamonds, rings and necklaces on display in the shop. Ted carefully stepped his way through the shattered remains of the large front window, into the store.

“I’ve seen a lot of strange get ups guy but yours takes the cake for the most out there. Who are you supposed to be? The Tubular Thief?” Ted commented as the armoured foe suddenly spun towards Ted in surprise and proceeded to fly directly at him at break-neck speeds. The smartest move here would have been to leap out of the way, fire a grapple line at the flying house plumbing and work from there but rather than use his IQ of 192, Ted tested his luck and craftsmanship skill as he cranked his Air gun’s settings and fired at the man.

The suit crumpled, broke and bent but kept most of it’s momentum as it managed to tackle Ted out the window and into the street. Ted wondered if the pilot had survived his suit getting the top half squished but was quickly met with an answer in the form of pained groaning coming from within the suit. Ted smirked a little at his accomplishment but soon winced as the pain of the whole ordeal set in and he realized that he’d been tackled out a window by a three hundred pound metal man who was currently still onto of him. Ted made no attempt to get up and instead waited for paramedics to arrive and get the oaf off of him and get him patched up.