[CHAR] Marvel 2099

[Omega Man]

Character Type - Cannon Inspired
Name - Jorah Blaze
Alias - Blazing Skull, Blaze
Age - 29
Social Class - Midtown
Alignment - good
Archetype - Human

Powers -

* bionic enhancements increase his physical attributes. Max lift 1 ton, max speed on foot 75 mph. Armored body is more durable, exposed skin can withstand small arms fire.

* completely robotic left arm can be used like a computer and jack into various systems.

* uses hard light projection graphics for the flaming skull headpiece; tinkering with this gave him the ability to fire hard light flames from his mouth [a short stream of fire or just a mini blast of 'spitfire']

Skills - good with most electronics but no genius. He's not super athletic or agile but loves to run and jump through the steel skylines of Uptown in Nueva York.

Weaknesses - Still just a human with human weaknesses, hes just a little more durable because of the robotic enhancements. He's also an amputee and most of his left arm is gone. Blaze also has low self esteem and is overcoming an addiction to the drug rapture.

Arch Enemy - Depending on what we get in the villain department...

Appearance -



BRIEF Bio -

Jorah is actually the great nephew of former Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze. As a kid he had heard rumors of his relative being the famous motorcycle stuntman, and there were pictures and strange stuff in a locker passed down to Jorah that didn't make much sense. Much of the history of the Heroic Age [2008-2050] was lost but old pictures of Johnny in his old gear and cycle suggest he was either Ghost Rider or another hero called the Blazing Skull.

However Jorah would go on to live a mostly average life growing up in Brooklyn outside of Nueva York. Most of Brooklyn by this point looked like a mix of Midtown with a dash of Downtown here and there. Not as many people as in 'the city'. One night in 2097, Jorah's life would be forever changed after being high on rapture caused him to wreck his hovercar into the side of an electric gas station. An electrical fire erupted and Jorah lost most of his left arm and had scars on a large portion of his back and left thigh.

The court system had mercy on him and only sentenced him to 200 hours community service. During his time picking up litter in Times Square (the only area of Nueva York that's 'Uptown' from street level all the way to the top) he overheard somebody's plan to blow up an Alchemax Lab his friend happened to work at.

Since there were a couple of crappy movies recently about some form of Tron-like Ghost Rider, he chose to go the Blazing Skull route when creating a superhero/vigilante alias. He used some vibranium alloy debris he'd found in downtown areas to fashion armor and combined with electro-magnet powered prosthetics also managed to boost his strength, durability, and speed. Jorah took pride in the design of his hard light projection graphics. He wasn't the greatest artist or tinkerer but he could pull of some pretty legit stuff when he had the drive. In the end he foiled the bombing, but made enemies out of the Public Eye and Alchemax, who blamed Blaze for the botched bombing.

Notes - Might need to polish the CS up a bit later. I'm behind on packing/moving.

Sample Post -

With red and black cybernetics augmenting his attributes, Jorah ran and leaped from building to building until he was in what was once a lot smaller Times Square. It's the Times Square of 2017 to the 10th power. Now with even more lights, flying cars, and completely robot traffic cops. At one point Blaze jumped onto a flying car before leaping onto the side of the MTV skyscraper. The robot traffic cop spotted the fire headed hero as he was attempting to apprehend somebody that looked like they'd stolen a baby from a woman in the Downtown area. The Public Eye was on the scene to make things interesting. More like a bunch of sociopaths with badges and authority nowadays, Blaze took the two out of the air leaping at their sky cycles and ripping at their exterior until they began to descend.

"Where did that guy go?" Blaze asked himself before spotting the guy who took the baby.

Later, on the other side of the city's Downtown area...

"I'll keep you safe, you don't have to worry about the bad man..." the young man said to the little girl in the bottom of a rundown old building with most of the windows blown out.

"I just want the kid taken back to his mother... I don't have to give you a beating man..." Blaze said coming out of the shadows and reactivating his fire skull 'mask'.

"She can't protect the baby. I can!" the man in the tattered clothes claimed settling the baby down in an old dresser drawer.

"It's not your call!" Blaze declared dashing forward and kneeing the guy in the abdomen and dropping him.

"You don't understand..." the guy said tearing up as his hood fell revealing a boy in his early twenties at most.

The baby wiggled and coo'ed. It wasn't afraid of it's would-be abductor. It's blanket began to fall away from the baby's face and arm and revealed the child was different. The eyes and mouth looked to have a type of energy emitting from them ever so slightly.

"What the..?" Blaze thought to himself looking back at the kid on the ground.

"That guy is out of prison... the one who kills people who're sick, or mutants, or look anything less than human. My mom's too old, she can't fight that guy off. Spiderman barely beat him last time and he already killed six people Downtown..." the kid in tattered clothes said standing back to his feet and clutching his stomach.

"Wait... didn't the Bugle call him the Mutagen Murderer?" Blaze asked.

"That's the guy. Two people have already been found dead Downtown. One was just sick, the other one was a teenager. A mutant girl. I'm not gonna let that guy get close to my sister..." the young man continued.

"You should stick with your mom, two of you stand a better chance than just you. I'll see if I can't find some better place to stay safe should anybody spot the guy.. you know anybody else that would fit this guy's MO?" Blaze asked turning his flames and skull face off.

"Four or five yeah, then a couple more people that're sick..." the young man answered picking his sister back up and putting the blanket around her once again.

"I'll come Downtown with my face on when I've got some place for you guys to stay. Bring your sister, your mother, and tell the others. For now go back to your mom's side of town." Blaze instructed leaping back into the tops of skyscrapers of Midtown on his way up.

-00492

[The Angry Goat]

Force

Character Type- Original

Name – Elisabeth Harrison

Alias - Force

Age - 24

Social Class – changeable depending on the circumstances; lives in Midtown, mostly works in Downtown, occasionally in Uptown.

Alignment – Usually a villain

Archetype - Mutant

Powers – Energy absorbsion: if Elisabeth were to take damage from any physical form (punches, fire, explosions, trains), she instead absorbs this energy to empower herself, though it wears out over time rather quickly. I realized on the walk home that this is basically the same concept as Zarya from Overwatch :V

This energy gain manifests physically as she gains in power, starting out with a bit of a blue glow around her hands, then moving next to her eyes, then covering her entire body in a bright blue glow.

-At its most basic form, this ability makes her strong. Ever so strong. The more power she takes in, the more she can dish out. Power wise, if she gets hit with the force of a train, she can then punch with the force of a train, and lift with that force. Relatively simple.

- She can also channel this energy into blasts, more quickly draining from her pool but giving her a nice ranged option; she can keep doing this even if not powered up, but it will begin to hurt after a while and will eventually kill herself with it.

-it is worth considering that she is able to pump up her abilities in a variety of ways: from over-eating to slashing her wrists repeatedly with a razor to jumping off of a building. She's also far from useless even when not powered up, as she still trains regularly and is near her championship fitness level. She just has to be careful to not over-do it in the gym :V

Skills – the basic things you’d expect from a capable adult of her age. Also Muay thai, Judo, mountain climbing, and the Bassoon.

Weaknesses –

-love of combat: fighting is fun, and a good way to get an energy high. While not dumb enough to make a scene out of costume, Elisabeth does strive to be in costume as often as she can – it is her job at this point, anyway.

-constant hunger: Force’s powers give her a constant need to eat, and take damage to sate her hunger (think your stereotypical hungry teenager, on steroids). High energy is also rather addictive, and if she is low for long enough she will start to go through withdrawal.

-Hubris: Being functionally invincible most of the time doesn’t do wonders for your caution, and Elisabeth was already pretty damned confident. Expect her to easily fall victim to tricks, traps, “dishonorable” fighting, and mental effects (as well as anything else that doesn’t deal direct physical damage)

-impenetrable: her powers have their downsides - she can't have surgiries performed on her, can't get tatoos, etc.. This may or may not be much of a barrier for her, tbh.

Arch Enemy – I am the villain department! (Ghost and Power Man seem like they’d be a lot of fun to fight – Force would love the physical challenge of Power Man, and Ghost is everything that she doesn’t like in an opponent: wily, confusing, and ever changing. Starting there would probably be good?)

Appearance – Elisabeth is mostly unassuming, coming in at 5’5” and 133 lbs. she’s ripped though; full body in great shape: clearly trains a lot. Her features are small – mouth, ears and nose are all, for lack of a better word, cute. Her hair is short: shaven close on the sides with a bit of pomade keeping the front swept to the left (or spikey and pointing right when in costume). Keeps it brown to keep herself less identifiable, but would totally color it red if she could. Conforms to most female beauty standards – shaven legs and armpits, does some basic makeup, etc.. large mole on her right cheek.

One of the main problems with her ability is finding clothing that can stand up to the same punishment as she can. Fortunately, Force has, with enough profit and the right contacts, found someone who can make for her a hyper-resilient suit that covers the bases, and generally stands up to what she can take. It’s mostly form-fitting underarmour sort of material, done out in black and red. The upper half is kind of a belly-shirt tank top, covering the top half of her chest but leaving the stomach and arms exposed, while her shorts reach to about mid-calf and are also form fitting. She also wears half of a facemask, done in deep purple and deep red – this used to be a bandana, but is now the same form-fitting spandex shit as the rest of her suit. It covers her nose down to her neck. She wears a necklace that looks vaguely like it might give her powers or something to throw people off. No shoes.

Bio

Born a child of two latent mutants, Elisabeth grew up in a normal midtowner’s life. sure she wasn’t the best in school, but man was she hella at Judo, taking home multiple state championships and almost qualifying for the American Olympics Team (or whatever an equivalent would be in this time). She never really made life plans beyond that, though, and fell somewhat aimless after an injury in her senior year of high school threw her out of contention for that year, making scholarships a lot tougher. She really started focusing in on bassoon then, and eventually went to college on a planned double major in sports medicine and music performance, the latter of which she dropped to complete on time. at the age of 19, while on a mountain climbing trip, Elisabeth fell off of a hundred foot cliff, and came out luckily unharmed. To all observers, it was luck, and she claimed that she broke her fall grabbing onto some cliff foliage near the bottom.
But that didn’t happen. What happened was that she hit the ground. But there was no crack of her neck or spine, no feeling of whiplash, no loss of breath as her ribs punctured her lungs and left her to die. Instead, there was a feeling of power. Ecstasy, almost. And POWER. She felt so strong: crazy strong. She had to try this again! And experiment.

So she went off “Hiking” much more often – and while she did get better at climbing mountains, the real goal was to learn more about her powers; purposefully hurting herself while deep in the wilderness, figuring out the true limitations of her powers: of which she found none. But, with all this in mind, Elisabeth saw not a chance to do good part-time. No, people didn’t deserve another person working their asses off only to get picked up by the fucking Public Eye and whisked off to who knows where once again. No; if she was going to use her abilities, she was gonna make bank. So fuck Sports Medicine.

Developing a codename: Force, and working with a shitty costume for the time being, she put herself out there in Downtown robbing some banks and beating back some small-time goodie-two-shoes until she got the attention of some bigger guys and was able to drop the small-time villainy and get what she really wanted – safe, legal (usually) money in the eyes of her bank, and jobs beating up people for pissing off the big wigs. She got a great apartment out of the deal, too! Both her parents are quite elderly and have moved off to what’s left of florida, while most of the rest of her family is out in the Midwest.

Force doesn’t really have a plan for the future. There is no master plan, no world domination. Force lives to fight, and makes work as a contract enforcer/killer/bounty hunter/whatever you want if the price is high enough; assumingly she’d therefore be introduced in a situation where a hero is trying to stop one of these from happening, or is the target themselves. Given the chance herself for complete power, she’d keep fighting until she’s fought the strongest being she can find, and then… ??? . It’s also worth considering that, presented in the right circumstances, she’d just as happily fight for the “good guys,” though I wouldn’t really classify her as an anti-hero, because her end goal really isn’t positive, yet.

Notes – gonna use this area for personality.

Elisabeth is strong of focus and body: when training in her preferred martial arts or musical instrument, she is in her element, as when she is in combat. She shuns any idea of stealth once the fighting starts, and will generally give her opponent a fair chance to face her and fight on even grounds – whatever weapons they’d like (though this is often as much for her own benefit as theirs, since sneak attacks from her are generally pretty low powered). This feeling of battle honor, however, does not extend to the authorities: she’ll gladly use every dirty trick in the book to beat, kill, or escape their grasps, and has so far kept her identity secret. In five phrases:
Fun Loving – Killer – Relatively level-headed – brusque – aimless

[Taytay]

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Character Type - Cannon Inspired
Name - Uric Warren-Marie
Alias - Blackguard, Young Rogue, Thief, Copycat
Age - 19
Social Class - Midtown
Alignment - Bad, or Good Wherever the money flows
Archetype - Mutant

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Powers - Power Absorption: Uric can absorb the powers, energies, memories, knowledge, talents, personality and physical abilities (whether superhuman or not) of another living being through physical contact of his skin with the skin of the other person. Even though he has a pretty good handle on his mutation, he is not as experienced or powerful as his great grandmother Rogue. He has only ever held 5 different abilities (superhuman or not) at a time, and usually just drains the life force of others to get the kill.
Skills -
Hand-to-hand: Uric accidentally absorbed the knowledge of the body guard who was protecting the first man he every killed. He witnessed his entire life experiences, skills and memories permanently. He also gained that man's ability to fight.
Seasoned Hunter: Even though he is still young, Uric is a fine tuned assassin who knows how to hunt down a target with precision and use any means necessary.
Guns: Uric prefers to use guns and his hands rather than anything else, and he is a pretty good shot. He can use just about any gun, from a 9mm to a 50cal.
People Person: Uric has to have the ability to put on any face to get his jobs done, he can read other pretty easily, and is able to pass off as believable to most.
Weaknesses -
Taking it All In: Uric has a lot of limitations to his mutation; when he absorbs the life force of none superhuman he ends up taking everything from them as well, memories, feels, emotions, skills, tendencies etc. This can be very distracting and cloud his mind when he does this to more than one person at a time. In contrast, he is a lot better at focusing on what he wants when he absorbs from a superhuman but still might take some residual tendencies and emotions. Rogue was better trained to take what she wanted, he only has what he has learned himself.
Mutant: Even though Uric can heal his wounds fairly well, he is still a kid and has a fit body like one, so he can still be knocked out and feels pain and take some punches.

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Arch Enemy - Depending on what we get in the villain or hero department...

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Appearance -

Uric in normal clothing

Uric in "work" clothes

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BRIEF Bio - Uric Warren-Marie grew up in the Downtown slums of Nueva York. He was raised an only child by his mother and father working shit jobs and living off of next to nothing. Despite the poor upbringing and their little family was happy, until his dad started to sell drugs for some extra cash to help put Uric through school. Everything was fine, they even moved out of downtown and into Midtown. One day when Uric came home and his mother was tapped to a chair being beaten senseless by four random men. He put up a fight, but Uric soon met a similar fate and for hours before his father arrived he was tortured and beaten into unconsciousness.

When he woke, he was on the floor and is father was crying over his mothers dead body, Uric was only 15 and did not know how to deal with the situation but he knew he wanted revenge. He did the only thing he could think of, he joined the guys who killed his mother. It was when he was working for them that he discovered his mutation, and he started to learn to control it while he was biting his time waiting for the right moment to kill all 30 of this shitty gang. It would be 2 years until he finally had his moment and he took it. In one night he killed everyone with one touch and the only person he really had to fight was Ricky Flyn, a famous Hitman guarding the "boss". Uric only won because Flyn had no idea about his mutation and got to comfortable as they fought. When everything was said and done Uric did not go home and instead accepted the thoughts and emotions of Flyn and took up the Hitman gig. He became an assassin and has been one ever since, he lost track of his dad and only visits his mothers grave every so often.
Notes -

• Uric is the grandson of Rogue and inherited her mutation, even though I did not mention it much.
• He has two last names.

Sample Post -

Post

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The room was dark, only a light flickering in the back ground. The room was ice cold, complements of thte Midtown air conditioning system. It was a simple two bed room apartment in one of the high rises of Midtown. Uric's targets where living here, three of them all mutants and each one owed money to some very bad people. The job was easy enough and went smoothly, no witnesses, no mess one bullet to the head each and no fuss. Now he sat in the recently vacant apartment waiting for his contact to verify the deaths in person and pay him.

Uric sat leaning in a chair taking shots of vodka and contemplating the lives of these guys, each did not look a year old than he was and each one seemed happy enough when he staked them out a couple of hours earlier. So how could some 20-something year old, soon to be back at their mothers houses, piss off so many people and get a price put on their heads. But who cared now anyways, their lives had been turned into currency and Uric had cashed in.

He sat up when he heard the door open and a man walk in with a cooler and a black bag. He did not say anything to the man and the man didn't say anything to him. Simply opened the cooler full of ice pulled out his tools and nodded. Uric got up and grabbed the bottle, he knew the money had been transferred, and as he walked out he could hear the cutting and crunching of bones and flesh, but all Uric cared about was moving on with the next job.

[Simple Unicycle]

Mark Milford - Daredevil II

The Man Without Fear

Character Type - Canon Inspired
Name - Mark Milford
Alias - Daredevil (II)
Age - 24
Social Class - Downtown
Alignment - Anti-hero
Archetype - Enhanced Human
Powers and Skills - Enhanced Senses: Like the first Daredevil, Mark has enhanced senses, which can alert him to danger and abnormalities. However, unlike the original Daredevil, he is not blind and as such also has enhanced vision which allows him to spot small details.
Advanced Hand-to-Hand Combatant: Mark is skilled in street fighting due to his origin within the Downtown area, where you're extremely likely to run into danger. He is not trained in any martial arts, though he knows fast and efficient ways to take down opponents.
Free Runner: Mark grew up running along the rooftops and alleys of the Downtown area, and as such is trained in free running and parkour. He has an almost natural instinct when it comes to running to or from danger, which keeps him from tumbling to his death to the streets below.
Weaknesses - Glass Jaw: Mark isn't the toughest guy around. Though he is good at dodging attacks, taking them head-on is not his strong suit. Though he can usually take hits from normal people, melee weapons will hurt him pretty bad. Going up against someone with super strength? Forget about it.
Arch Enemy - None, though that might change.
Appearance - Mark stands at 5'11 and has a subtle build, with muscles that aren't apparent until you find yourself face down in a pool of your own teeth and blood. He has dark hair and eyes, and usually finds the time to shave, though occasionally he doesn't which leads to a 5 o'clock shadow. He usually has a bruise or two on his face from his vigilante activities as well.
As Daredevil, Mark wears a red and black body suit and a black helmet. The bodysuit is padded with Kevlar and the helmet is made of metal, leading to a protective if slightly encumbering outfit.
BRIEF Bio - Mark Milford was born in the Downtown area of Nueva York to a young couple. His mother worked the night shift at a diner, and his father was a street thug. For the first few years of Mark's life, all was well, until one fateful day his father was gunned down by rival gang members. Mark, not knowing of his father's life as a criminal at his young age, thought it was an unprovoked attack and sought to avenge his father's death.
Mark had hoped to set out and find his father's killer as soon as he turned 18, though at 17 his mother grew ill and he needed to care for her. This kept him from doing so for several years, as he didn't want to go out and get himself killed while his mother still needed him to care for her. At the age of 22, Mark's mother passed away in her sleep. Mark, now living on his own in a rundown apartment, set out to find his father's murderers.
After a few months of tracking down every lead he had, during which time he put together a simple black suit and mask to hide his identity during his outings, Mark found his father's killers. He found out that day that bodies can bend in odd ways when you drop them from a thirty story building.
Though Mark originally intended to stop after that, his exposure to the darker side of the dark side of Nueva York estranged him from normal life. He could no longer sleep well at night knowing there were still criminals out there who preyed upon the weak and innocent. Instead, he chose to continue his vigilante activities, adopting the alias 'Daredevil' after an urban myth he heard about as a child.
And so, The Man Without Fear was reborn.
Notes - Mark uses two batons as weapons, in contrast to the original Daredevil's modified billy club.
Mark has been operating as Daredevil for a little under a year. However, he has only had the costume in the picture above for a month and people have only ever taken to calling him Daredevil since a certain incident detailed below.
Micro, courtesy of Member 00492.

Sample Post

Daredevil, The Man Without Fear

In...

RETURN OF THE DEVIL!

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Cold.
It's fricking cold.
Whilst standing on a rooftop, awaiting the group of drug dealers that were supposed to be meeting in this apartment complex tonight, Daredevil suddenly realized that this new suit was a lot less insulated than his last one. Sure, this new suit provides more protection and will make people recognize him as Daredevil, but at least his old suit kept him warm when he went out to fight crime.
"That settles it, I'm wearing my old costume under this suit from now on..." Daredevil muttered, his breath visible in the frigid air. Whilst rubbing his hands together to warm them up, he spotted the guys he was looking for. Four in all, entering the abandoned building for their meeting. "Showtime, Mark."
Entering the building and finding the guys was easy enough. A fire escape was there, and Daredevil, using his enhanced hearing, deduced that the men were on the second floor. It was simple enough to climb down and enter through a window. Keeping low and using his hearing to guide him, Daredevil managed to find the disused apartment they were hiding out in.
"You chose the wrong night to get together, boys." Daredevil declared, striding into the room with confidence. The four men jumped up from the table they were sitting at, all scrambling to get away from the vigilante. A dark grin broke out across Daredevil's face, "Don't worry. It'll be over quick in just a second. Not gonna guarantee it'll be painless, though."
One of the thugs snapped out of his terrified stupor, pulling a pistol on the vigilante. In response, Daredevil ran forward, hoping to eliminate the thug before he could fire. A sharp CRACK! as the bullet flew from the pistol dashed the bit of hope in Daredevil's heart, and he bit back a scream as the bullet hit his kevlar-padded chest. Damn, that stung.
Thankfully, he was right in front of the thug now. All he needed to do was grab the guy's arm and bend... KRRRK!
There it is.
The rest, who were unarmed, were easy enough to dispatch after that. Just a few whacks on the head with Daredevil's batons were enough to take them out. Before eliminating the last one, he cornered the man, and grinned that same dark, cruel grin. "I want you to tell your friends about me. Tell them that as long as I'm around that they should be afraid. Until you all get it into your thick skulls that I'll never stop, none of you are safe."
"W-who the hell are you!?" The dealer shouts in fear. A dark snicker escapes the vigilante's mouth, "My name is Daredevil. Do you understand?" A jerky nod from the terrified thug, followed by a dry THUD as the baton did its job.
Daredevil makes his way to the roof once more, traversing the Downtown area by rooftop in search of more crime. A scream pierces the quiet of the night. Another grin. 'I might be a devil, but the Lord is too generous to me...'

[Pleek]

Character Type - Original
Name - Nicholas Grey
Alias - THE Nicholas Grey, Greatest Racer of This Generation, Atlas Andes Sponsored Heroic Do-gooder
Age - 39
Social Class - Uptown
Alignment - Arrogant Good [GLORIOUS DEFENDER OF HUMANITY]
Archetype - Human

Powers -
Incorruptibly Pure Human Genetics - Nicholas Grey was born with some rare genes that have made him immune to being altered through scientific mutations, magical spells, or any other supernatural means. In short this means that Nicholas Grey is and will always be a human.

Skills -
THE Greatest Racer - Nicholas Grey is surely the best damn racer you'll ever have the pleasure of seeing, and he has a top-notch record in multiple fields of racing from drag racing, to track racing, to motocross racing, to off-road racing and so on. As such he is extremely skilled in operating vehicles of all sorts and driving them as fast as possible, and of course using a vehicle as a most dangerous weapon. He is also versed in performing maintenance on his own vehicles if his pit crew isn't around.

Celebrity - Nicholas Grey is, again, surely the best damn racer you'll ever have the pleasure of seeing who has a top-notch record in multiple fields of racing. Due to this he is a noted celebrity and as such is easily recognizable; which means Nicholas Grey a number of admirers, papparazzi, agents, stalkers and so on. With his social status Nicholas Grey can do things such as walk into classy restaurants without a reservation, go into filming studios easier, etc. as perks of his fame.

MacGyvering - To many people construction is a difficult task; this is not the case for Nicholas Grey. Nicholas Grey is quite adept at taking all sorts of bits and scavenged pieces from an assortment of objects, and with a workbench, can create unique and deadly gizmos from the simple spiked baseball bat to the more advanced plasma-flamethrowing motorcycle.

Corporate Sponsored - Nicholas Grey, as a famed racer, has his share of corporate sponsors. His most notable sponsorship is from an 'unhinged' Home Improvement/Outdoor Recreations Corporation, known as Atlas Andes. This corporation provides Nicholas Grey with tools, such as chainsaws, axes, two-by-fours, hunting/sport rifles, crossbows and other 'assorted improvised weapons' in return for Nicholas Grey shilling for them during his heroic acts of vigilantism, logos on his racing vehicles. And so Nicholas Grey fights off the villainous threats of man with the items provided by Atlas Andes.

Weaknesses -
Celebrity - Of course while being a noted celebrity is all well and good it does have its downsides. Nicholas Grey has his share of stalkers, his personal information is more likely to be spread around than someone without fame, and he has a personal reputation to uphold. Not to mention that he has to juggle this noble hobby of heroic vigilantism alongside his actual career of racing, with occasional film, TV, and commercial roles. It is safe to say there are a lot of routes a notorious villain could go to try to defeat Nicholas Grey.

Gloryhound - Nicholas Grey is a notorious gloryhound with a grandiose ego to match it. He is incredibly reckless when it comes to performing acts that would net him more glory and fame, and can easily be manipulated into courses of action by appealing to his ego and the fame he'd receive from them.

Human - Nicholas Grey, albeit a physically fit racer, is still just a normal human.

Arch Enemy - [For natural enemies they are generally rival racers and filthy non-humans] No Challenger Has Proved Themselves Worthy of Being seen as an Arch-Enemy.

Appearance - Nicholas has rather white skin, which compliments his dark blue eyes. Another notable feature is his black hair which goes all the way to the back of his neck, that is combed thoroughly (except when he initially takes off his racing helmet). He doesn't have any sharp facial features, and overall he looks like an average man. More often than not he is in his flame-retardant, black race suit leathers which are emblazoned heavily with the Atlas Andes logo.

BRIEF Bio - Nicholas Grey lived in an orphanage for a brief period of his life. It was surprisingly unremarkable, as he never had any traumatic encounters from gangsters or abusive staff. At the orphanage Nicholas Grey had a lot of freetime which he used to scavenge for interesting objects to make new and fun things out of to play with. Soon enough, this child was adopted into the lap of luxury by a lovely couple who lived Uptown. He lived well and often watched televised races, both standard and death matches, with his adoptive parents. It was then Nicholas Grey decided to become a racer and used all the resources at his disposal to become the greatest racer of this generation. He would soon begin to achieve his dream as he racked up win after win after win in multiple forms of racing. However he found himself introduced to a new purpose in life after some radioactive creatures attacked a casino he was relaxing after finishing a previous competition. He initially hid to save his own hide but was eventually bitten by the radioactive monster. Oddly enough Nicholas Grey was not altered to become such a creature; it was then he knew he could become a heroic vigilante the world needed. So he obtained a new sponsor to supply him with weapons for his crusade of justice, a film crew to follow him around as he performed acts of heroism, and thus began to juggle his career with the noble hobby of heroic vigilantism.

Notes - The curious case for Atlas Andes' Corporate Sponsoring of Nicholas Grey's heroic acts of vigilantism revolve around the fact that in 'Quarter Three' they were really badly in the red. Not wanting to risk going bankrupt and have their assets bought by a larger company, the Board of Directors accepted the Chief Marketing Officer's proposal for sponsoring an associate to one of his personal friends, Nicholas Grey.

He is currently engaged in the filming process for a Romantic Comedy called 'Jumpstart My Heart'; alongside this he is also preparing for another upcoming racing tournament.

Sample Post - The sun was setting upon the metropolis of Nueva York which just so happened to be blessed by the presence of THE Nicholas Grey. Lounging over the railings of the balcony from his Presedential Suite, a man with such exquisite tastes like Nicholas Grey would do with nothing less than that, he watched the traffic go by as less important people went about their routine. He was lodging in this hotel due to being close to the film studio, and more importantly the motocross track which he would soon dominate as was his nature. Performing a dramatic flourish with his left hand and flinging it up to the heavens, Nicholas Grey began to speak. "Soon you'll kno-" He paused in his mighty and bold performance of dialogue as he noticed his phone was ringing with the very classical tune of, 'Let's Make Lots of Money.' This ringtone belonged to Agent Donald's number. Sure it was just one of many agents Nicholas Grey had, but Donny always had the hookup for some nice and easy gigs.

Nicholas answered the phone, "Donny whatcha got for me?" Nicholas nodded his head, "Game Show huh? 'FIR' you say, how much?" Nicholas beamed as he did a celebratory fist-pump with his free hand. "Donny baby you make me so happy! OH any new media gigs to talk about my heroism against those "supernatural" criminal freaks and the countless leagues of gangbangers?" Nicholas nodded, "Schedule it for a Thursday. I'm busy the day you told me they wanted." Nicholas listened to his phone as he said "Well it was great talking to you. Keep getting me cash buddy!" With that he hung up the phone and headed into his room proper. Grabbing the remote he began flipping through channels until he caught the footage of his glory.

[NecroKnight]

Character Type - Original

Name - Karoline Hope

Alias - Ghost

Age - 23 (50 chronological)

Social Class - Downtown (Changeable)

Allignment - Anti-Hero

Archetype - Inhuman/Cyborg

Powers - Karoline is a chameleon - in essence able to change her shape. Namely able to change her shape and form to anybody - this applies only to their appearance and not in essence their powers. Due to being a chameleon, she is also able to in-essence turn invisible as well.

Skills - Karoline has nearly four decades of combat experience, in unarmed, armed, urban and cyberwarfare. Her ability to hack is very methodical and rapid - able to easily overwhelm even the most experienced electronic-countermeasures. In those times, she has learned to blend in with the crowd, how to avoid detection, cover her tracks and also be an experienced hunter and detective.

Weaknesses - Karoline has no friends - and her life as cold-android has left her void of emotions, to the point that she has become more mechanical than organic. It has slowly over the years affected her ability to socialize, have anybody to rely on or be happy at all. While a robot in essence, her body is only on the level of an olympian at best - able to tolerate small-arms fire and fall from heights - but an armored tank she is not.

Arch Enemy - Depends on target...

Appearance:

Kary; young

Kary; future

BRIEF Bio -

Birth

Long ago, in 2049, when heroes were still somebodies to look upto and trust and the government hadn't fallen down the bit of decay and corruption. Karoline Hope was born. Or rather created by a brilliant scientist known as Dr. John Hope - he was the leading expert in robotics at the time. Namely - Karoline was the product of several years of breakthrough research in the fields of artificial intelligence, organs and robotics.

Her creator had wanted a daughter - but when his own biological daughter sadly was born as a stillborn, he had decided to create one himself. With DNA from his lost daughter - he had it cloned and mixed into creating Karoline-08. She was an amazing child back then - created to be a perfect synthetic variation of a human. Namely she was all but human in appearance and physical make-up. While her parts were different, she was still the same - by creation wise.

Over the years as Karoline grew - she learned to improve herself as any ordinary human. She grew to become, as strong and enduring than the toughest human, as fast and agile as the greatest athlete. In time, she also became a hero - in a time, where heroes were slowly but surely choked out by the Superhero Registration Act.

The SRA had become a team of superheroes in itself - modelled after the late Avengers Initiative. However, this one was under the control of designated UN Delegate - by the name of Joseph Huller. The man in question had been an ex-mercenary in service to the United States government. During these times - there was less emphasize on the moral and team-aspect and more on getting results. Most young heroes whom joined the SRA - were either chewed out or became much worse in both mental and physical terms. One of them was Karoline...

The SRA

She had started being a vigilante in her home-town, after her father retired. Namely after several high-profile cases involving vigilante actions causing massive damage - any and all heroes or hero-wannabees were forced to sign under SRA, like Karoline did. What none of the young heroes knew - was that Joseph Huller was a control-freak. In essence, each and every youngling had a set of 'fail-safes' installed within their bodies, upon if they became a liability they would be eliminated.

Karoline was one such individual - despite her likeability, eagerness and wish to do good; her dreams were shattered one by one. As Huller deemed her too unpredictable, unprofessional and not an 'asset'. By that point the SRA had become an almost glorified mercenary band - obeying orders from the UN through the US. But in essence, all the major officers had been former mercenaries - and all they cared about were results and getting it done. Not playing team, doing good or being a 'hero'. In Huller' mind - even the act of embarrasing the SRA was cause for termination.

After Karoline messed up a recovery of an alien refugee - she had succeded in getting her to safety - but embarrasing the SRA in such a way, that her status as an Agent was stripped from there. Despite her young age, of barely twenty-three - Karoline was demoted to termination. Due to her nature as a synthetic being - she wasn't awarded any legal rights in Huller' mind. He also thought her a liability to her robotic nature - and likely threat of being 'hacked'.

As such, with a push of a button - Karoline' synthetic heart was stopped and she was settled for disposal. Before that, she'd be disassembled and her parts used for improving the 'security and safety' of the U.N. Her father, however - had planned for such an occasion - when Karoline was ready to be disassembled, via a robotic-surgeoon - it triggered a terminator viruses embedded in her system. The lab where Karoline was scheduled to be disassembled - suffered a system-crash and due to a fire was burned to the ground. Her body was assumed burned...

Rise of a Ghost

The once cheerful and eager hero was gone - after Joseph Huller had killed the woman, back in the SRA HQ. Instead what remained was a Ghost - a person, whom completely broke ties with her humanity and in essence...became what the Head of the SRA had wanted. Karoline wanted revenge...she wanted justice...

Sadly...another hero would beat her to the punch - namely one hero by the name of Star-Fall. A former comrade of her team and best friend - had killed Huller, after the man had insulted his ability to lead her team and for causing the death of Karoline. Suffice to say, Huller never survived to reap his rewards - due to his death, the 'fail-safes' triggered. Namely killing off over several thousand young and aspiring heroes. The irony being...it was blamed on the superhero community.

In the following years, Karoline became what she was - a Ghost. Being neither a hero nor villain - she worked only for herself. Being neither the saint of the poor nor demon of the rich. She was always here and there - fighting for the plans of one supervillain and the other day - helping one eager vigilante against another crime. As the years passed and the world turned worse - Karoline become more cynical, she lost her old idenitiy. Able to take on dozens over the years - as she improved herself even further, than her creator and father had assumed.

Nowadays, there only exists the Legend of the Ghost. A fallen hero from a time, when heroes were something. She takes no sides - neither ally nor foe. Only thing known, is that nobody should be in her way...

Notes - Moral nihilist/cynic

Sample Post - The green-haired woman walked through the down-trodden streets of Downtown. Once ago, it might have been the suburb of a nice and expansive middle-class. Now it was nothing, of the once hopeful history of this place.

She didn't stick out, not the least - her appearance, was that of a simple 'street-worker'. Compared to the others, whom had various bolts, bits and glowing eyes with all rainbow colored hair. She looked rather normal by comparison. She saw many things happen, as she walked - an eager citizen, trying to stop a robbery...only to be shot by the owner, of whatever dirt shop he possessed.

A thug, robbing someone in view of ten other people - whom simply walked past and kept on moving. It was the new reality - as one idiotic, meat-bag tried to grasp at what he thought was a nice piece of flesh. The hand of Ghost - soon met him halfway, and simply shattered his bones underneath her titanium-grip and kept on walking. Nobody looked the way of the crying man in pain - nor at her.

This was the world of 2099 - a blight, that became the normality...

[Renny]

Sentry (Nayden Reynolds)

Appearance

"Just leave. You don't stand a chance against me."

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Character Type - Cannon Inspired
Name - Nayden Reynolds
Alias - The Sword (The Scourge)
Age - 15
Social Class - Downtown
Alignment - Bad
Archetype - Enhanced Human

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Powers - Nayden discovered several well-documented abilities that he can utilize. All of them have either spawned from or was a direct result of his psychic powers. His super-strength, nigh-invulnerability, and super-speed are all acts of corporal manipulation; reinforcing, energizing, and shielding his body. Of course, he could barely call himself a psychic without the telltale repertoire of gifts. Telekinesis is one of them. At most he can lift a sedan without effort. Unlike his mom, who could dive into another's mind unaided, Nayden can only defend his from other psychics and experience past memories from the unaware. Try as he might, he has never been able to read one's current thoughts or future intentions.

Skills - Nayden's personal skills are severely lacking. He's relied on his powers for most of his life so he's kinda useless if they were taken away. He's good at reading the tension in the air, probably the result of some uncounted power. Very manipulative, charming even to most people. He plays a good fool.

Weaknesses - One-on-One fights are his specialty, however group fights tend to be trickier. His powers work on the premise of mental concentration. Too many distractions often leave openings for mistakes and without his psychic powers backing him up, he's essentially a normal, un-athletic teen. One whose never really felt true pain or disappointment. Furthermore he's never encountered another super-powered being, sure he heard word of Spider-Man, seen him on the big-screen, but he never had to fight the freak himself.

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Arch Enemy - Nayden shrugged his shoulder to the idea.

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BRIEF Bio - Nayden was born to Annalise Reynolds, single-mother and workaholic in the downtown streets of Nueva York. She was a librarian, dabbling model, and aspiring lawyer. Incapable of ever returning to her scholarly ambitions, Annalise had become content with learning what she could at her part-time job and taking care of her psychic, wallflower of a child. Because, regardless of how desperate she was to better her own life, she was fully devoted to insuring the best for his.

Nayden Reynolds was the latest of a rare breed. A child who had been born with their ancestor's: Robert Reynolds' (The Sentry) peculiar gifts. As powerful and heavy as those gifts were, Nayden had not avoided the importance of them. For a time he had ostracized himself, struggling to beat the learning curve for controlling his power; she had sensed that much with her own limited talents. Recently though, puberty had smoothen the rough edges, giving Nayden some form of personality. He was kind but quiet and often selfless, but that came with a volatile tendency of overreacting. Which with his gifts were often fatal for others. She had always been on guard for "accidents", always dipping in and out of his mind, searching for the unfortunate. Sometimes he blocked her out. That was hard to deal with but understandable. Still she trusted him and loved him dearly, she knew he was a good kid and knew one day he would become something spectacular.

What she did not know was truth about Nayden Reynolds

Yea, he had took time to hone his powers but it wasn't for the safety of the herd. It was for himself. Having dozens of thoughts, both hideous and mundane, fill his head everyday was a circus. A painful, obnoxious one. Truth was he was the central guard for a very powerful, very ugly gang leader. They were sharks, very dangerous but very awe-inspiring to look at. All wore suits or similar garments, the majority looked like cronies but special members... well they stood out. When they had saved him from those bullies all those years ago, he wondered the same as everyone else. Why? Why did the, then, second-in-command offer to protect him. Well he knew the answer now; y'see, them pressing him to learn control had ultimately been advantageous. Now he knew they wanted him for his power. Now he knew they had seen his strength.

Now he knew... that it had not been them that took out those bullies but none other then himself.

He had been unmovable against the fist of those thugs, a pure monster in terms of strength, and for a moment, he had floated over them like a god. They had seen it all and they had greedily wanted him for themselves. He was irreplaceable to The Boss; so long as he had his powers, he didn't need to be viewed as a demon to be left alone. He needed only be known as a member of The Old Nueva Gang.

Notes - Not The Same is his favorite audio file (regardless of its age).

It should be mentioned that his powers are not essentially psychic in nature. Robert Reynolds powers were born from a secret formula created by some professor. Its caused a phase-shift in his molecules, having his atoms jump ahead of the current time-line and giving him hyper-state of consciousness. It was very potent in Robert, since his time its been diluted, and now part and parcel of the formula floats inside of Nayden's molecules. He has yet to awaken to its latent capabilities but has realized several psychic powers and seems to believe that's all he's capable of.

Sample Post - He reached into his pocket until his entire hand was obscured, his fingers grasping for his domicile's key. He pulled it out, flinching from the gentle but unwanted touch of his mother's mental probing. She really needed a less invasive way of checking the door. He allowed her entrance to his initial thoughts while the door slid up into a wedged compartment.

"Perfect timing I was just leaving for a photo-shoot."

Nayden slipped off his weary sneakers and without pause carried himself down the hall to his room. "Yea, I remember you saying something like that." His voice grew louder the further he traveled. "Its that small shady group right? on Kjad Avenue?" Nayden hated the tedium of playing nitwit, his position within the Old Nueva Gang had afforded him plenty of insight. That shady studio on Kjad was filled with swindlers, nothing more. Rumors of rapist and murders had surfaced months ago but the actual employees were cowards, and as of recent, they were subservient to The Gang.

"Mhmm. Before you start I know awful things have been said about them but I wouldn't worry too much about it. Your mom can handle herself."

Nayden fixed his work clothes on, buttoning the remainder his white dress shirt and draping his topcoat around his shoulders. Course you wouldn't. You could probably smelt their minds easy, he thought. He heard her keys scrape against the counter as she snatched it up. "Food is in the fridge. Remember, Nayden, study, eat, sleep. I don't want to come home to your food still in the fridge."

"You got it, Ma," he voiced loudly. He sat on his bed, amidst his flawless room, awaiting to hear the final click of the door. When it resounded through the silent house, he rose, and begun his small trek to the hideout.

[rocketrobie2]

The Immeasurable Ton

Character Type - Cannon Inspired
Name - Patrick Warrens
Alias - Ton, Megaton, Kiloton
Age - 23
Social Class - Uptown though spends most of his time Downtown
Allignment - anti-hero (Ton wants to be left alone and Patrick is a criminal)
Archetype - Enhanced Human
Powers -
The Big Guys: At will Patrick is able to transform into the monstrous brute known as Ton. Ton can then also change into two other forms as he gets angrier. Rather than being able to increase his strength to a nigh infinite level, Ton simply changes forms and has a capped level of strength with Megaton being the stronger than Ton and Kiloton being the strongest. It takes a metaphorical ‘kick’ to get Ton to change forms meaning even after he’s calmed down as Megaton or Kiloton he might still stay in one of those forms for a while. Ton’s base form has him pretty level headed and at his weakest ‘only' being able to lift around 10 tons (a large hovercar/SUV). Megaton is more articulated with his language (speaking in proper sentences rather than classic hulk speech), possesses the strength to lift 40 tons (equivalent to an 18 wheeler in 2099) and a bad temper to match. Finally Kiloton doesn’t talk a lot and possesses the ability to lift 80 tons (a 90 ft long subway engine car).
Skills -
Crime Boss: Patrick runs a decently large gang and as such has access to a plethora of resources such as underworld connections, money and goons. Along with these resources he has the respect of many lower life criminals though thats not to say there are lots who’d rather see his hulked out head on a skewer.
Hand-to-hand combat: Patrick, while not on par with the likes of Daredevil or any other martial artist, is still capable of holding his ground without calling on his stronger alter-ego.
Weaknesses -
Random Transformations: Sometimes Patrick will turn into Ton at (seemingly) random which can be a major downside if he needs to be calm and collected during a discussion with other thugs he’s trying to hire or work out a deal.
Smarts: While Patrick is decently smart, Ton is more lacking in the intelligence department rendering him reliant on allies or his fists to get out of delicate situations.
Arch Enemy - None as of yet
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Patrick Warrens grew up in the absolute slums of Nueva York where his parents did their best to raise him often at the expense of spending time with him. He was generally sheltered from his family’s plights as his parents put on a good charade that everything was alright even if they had to go hungry a few nights to keep their son happy and healthy. Patrick’s first true bit of tragedy struck when his mother died from scurvy and he had to drop out of high school to help his dad pay the bills. Things continued to decline as Patrick’s father began to get old and incapable of working as much as he once was physically able to. Patrick threw himself into his work as a criminal when his father finally passed away due to his deteriorating condition.

A few years would pass and the name Patrick Warrens became feared and revered in most of downtown population but Patrick hadn’t been able to push into to the superhuman crime circles despite his best efforts. Due to this Patrick sought new procedures to augment himself so that he could break into the higher revenue ventures. Patrick’s search eventually turned his attention to an experimental research program that was trying to recreate the travesty that caused all the savage hulks in the badlands. The process was done in a building bordering that badlands and had no immediate results on Patrick but the scientists seemed happy enough with the results so Patrick left, unknowingly a changed man.

In the coming months news spread about a hulk running around Nueva York and it soon became common knowledge in the underground that it was indeed Patrick Warrens. Now Patrick has the means to break into superhuman crime rings and really start imposing his will on the people Nueva York.
Notes -
-Patrick is somewhat based off of Kingpin and Ton is based off of the Hulk
-When not in control, Patrick and Ton are unable to sense the world around them but can still communicate with one another.
Sample Post -

Hider

The Incapacitated Blue Beetle

Episode 5

Ted groaned and let out a pained grunt as he hit the floor. His footing wasn't as sound as he had hoped and managed to topple over himself and fall before he could let out a stunning-flashes from his Air gun. As he went to attempt to get up he found another arm helping him get up and a friendly enough voice.

"Your coming with me, too"

"If... you insi-... insist." Ted struggled to say as he was raised to his feet and brought back to the elevator by the man and an old woman who Ted assumed was another hero-turned-elderly.

"What she... said..." the exasperated hero stated in regards to the old lady's reply. All things considered this wasn't going to badly for a first stint with the league. He could have ended up being completely useless in some other mission but at least, at the moment, he had a pretty good excuse. Shrugging off his new teammate's support, BB offered his hand to the bandaged man for a handshake and then to the old woman.

"I'm Bl-... Blue Beetle... I missed th-the..." Ted looked to the ceiling and took a deep breath as he began to feel a pain in his chest "the... shindig a... few days ago. Pleasure... to meet you two."

[clanjos]

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Character Type - Canon Inspired
Name - Uther Samson Alger
Alias - US Ace, The Roadbuster
Age - 21
Social Class - Downtown
Alignment - Anti-hero
Archetype - Enhanced Human
Powers -
Uther himself has very little going for him. His skull and other bones (including his teeth) are ridiculously durable, and his reflexes and reaction times are far and above the human norm. He also has an outrageous amount of endurance, able to go for a few days without sleep.

On the other hand, we have The Roadbuster. The Roadbuster is Uther's supercar, a custom number with several incredible features that make Uther's job as a courier possible. Under the hood is a custom-built engine powered by an Arc Reactor. The only computers on board are completely removed from most of the more important systems to prevent hacking. The car itself has a Vibranium chassis and suspension, allowing it to absorb the bumps from the road... and any fenderbenders, gunfights, or daring jumps Uther gets into. Thankfully, the windows are made of high-tech glass that's highly reflective- lasers tend to bounce right off. The Roadbuster is completely airtight, with oxygen scrubbers, allowing it to operate underwater for hours at a time or survive encounters with toxic gasses.

Additional systems include:
Rotating wheelwells- The Roadbuster is able to move sideways for a quick burst- enough to dodge rubble or traffic.
Gecko-Grip tires- a coating that allows The Roadbuster to drive on walls
Railway Riders- a deployable set of disks that allow The Roadbuster to drive on old subway tracks- perfect for evading pursuit.
Headlights- that double as nonlethal laser cannons. For the purpose of getting rid of debris in the road and deterring sewer mutants.
Electronic Paint Job- The Roadbuster's paint is a specialized coating that can be changed between a few preset configurations- including midnight blue and pitch plack for stealth purposes.
Scramble Plate- the license plate is able to scramble its numbers, giving false results from databases.

Skills - Even without his cybernetic enhancements, Uther is a master wheelman, equally at home behind the wheel of a sedan and a big rig.
Despite his less-than-legal career, Uther's actually highly educated as an engineer. He builds, modifies, and repairs The Roadbuster himself.
He's a reliable marksman, but nothing to write home about.
Weaknesses - Uther's cybernetics don't have an internal power source- they convert the calories in his body for energy. As such, he has to eat a lot more than a normal human.
Arch Enemy - The mystery dude who blew up his lab.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio -
Uther and his brother Charles Simon Archer were once engineers working for Roxxon's automotive division. They were tasked with the development of new engines, and were particularly interested in the Arc Reactor that powered much of Stark Industries' technology. In order to help reverse engineer one, the fine folks at Roxxon gave them hard drives their agents "acquired" from various older corporations. While this should have pinged as something sketchy, Uther and Charles were a bit busy trying to do their damn jobs- the world of experimental tech is a cutthroat business after all, full of betrayal and nasty surprises.

Well, throats were cut one night when Uther lost the coin toss and had to go get takeout while they worked overnight searching through the hard drives. He barely opened the door before the explosion went off, blowing him out into the street- and nearly gutting the interior of the lab. Passing out from his horrific injuries, he awoke the next day in the hospital- with several replaced bones and repaired nerves. It seemed that someone was none to happy with the eco-friendly direction of their research and had planted explosives in one of the hard drives. To top it off, Charles was missing- but since the camera was fried, there wasn't enough evidence- or money at stake- for the Public Eye to intervene.

That night, Uther staggered to the scene of the crime, and dug through the rubble. Always physically fit, he managed to move aside enough broken rock to find some things- a cassette tape and a USB stick. Though one off the devices was ludicrously outdated, the other was usable- and Uther was completely unprepared for what he found. There was video footage of a shadowy figure leaving the lab earlier in the day... as well as tampering with one of the hard drives.

This evidence was enough for Uther. But he didn't trust the Public Eye, or Roxxon, to follow up on this information. He was struck by a thought: Iron Man was a superhero with armor made with human engineering. Well, Uther didn't know enough about armor to become a new Iron Man... but he could become a knight errant, seeking his brother's killer on a steed of chrome. He pooled his finances and every bit of material he could scrounge from Roxxon and its labs, and began building. He shut himself away from the world, toiling in a garage foundry to create a car from scratch- and what a car it was. Detroit Vibranium. Ultraglass made from sand tempered in a nuclear furnace. All of Uther's knowledge regarding cars- combined with some very interesting tech specs from a hard drive from Stark Industries- went into building a vehicle that put any before it to shame. Wiping his computers, he set out to find this shadowy figure and avenge the death of his brother... but he has to figure out who in the underworld might want them gone.

Those in the know can be sure of one thing: if you need someone or something to get somewhere fast and safe, and if you can afford his rates, you might just be able to hire a man known only as "US Ace."

Notes - The glove compartment of the Roadbuster contains two things that Uther has deemed utterly necessary for his work- a rather large revolver, and a collection of discs of classical music- such as The Scorpions, Saint Pepsi, and Lazerhawk.
Sample Post -

Appearance:

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