[OOC] The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

[Hitman]

The Patron Saints

Face it...some people just need protecting.

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Welcome to Independence City. Contrary to its name, the city is controlled by the people on top. Cartels duke it out on the sidewalks of the slums. The Mafia siphons money away from the higher classes with elaborate scheming and occasionally a pill or a bullet. The Police violently control people 'for their own protection,' but never seem to do anything about it. And the Overseer- the mysterious man that runs every corporation inside Independence City- just watches everything from his penthouse, for he is the one that funds all of the illegal operations in the city that he controls. It seems like everything is doomed to go to hell, but there is hope.

It all started with a man named Jan Bruzelsk. Bruzelsk was a former scientist working for MegaCorp, the Overseer's company that has a monopoly on every industry in Independence City. Though he was a top-tier scientist, he grew to resent MegaCorp's iron grip on the city and was fired due to his opposing viewpoint. Constructing a makeshift laboratory in his basement, Jan Bruzelsk finished the project he had begun at MegaCorp- the Evolution Solution, an advanced chemicals that gives every person a unique superhuman ability. The Police raided his house a day later, murdering him and dumping the solution, for they believed it was toxic. Little did they know, the place they dumped the solution ran off to the plumbing pipes, and soon a few of Independence City's fine residents awoke with superpowers.

Some of these individuals turned to crime. Some of them continued their crime. But a few decided that they ought to make things right. And so they formed the Patron Saints- a vigilante group for justice. Note the word choice there: vigilante. The Police certainly did not appreciate them breaking the laws, and the Cartels and Mafia didn't appreciate their operations getting rained down on. They all stockpiled their resources, getting ready to take down the Saints.

But they weren't ready to throw in the towel just yet.

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Rules

read this

1. Use your brain. If something seems totally retarded, you probably shouldn't do it.

2. No godmodding or any of that stuff.

3. No Superman-esque characters. Each individual shouldn't be capable of taking on an army.

4. I'd prefer realism > anime and other drawings, but it doesn't really matter that much.

5. Other than that, you have creative control. As long as it isn't totally insane, you're good.

Form

copy paste

EXTREMELY basic skeleton here. Improvement upon it is both allowed and encouraged.

{Optional But Encouraged Photo Here}

Name:

Nicknames/Aliases:

Age:

Gender:

Allegiance:

Written Description:(mandatory with no photo, optional if with

Personality:

Backstory:

Carried Weapons/Items:(if any)

Superpowers:(if any)

Skills:(not necessarily super)

Extra:

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Setting

Independence City is a city located in Maryland. It has grown to be a populous city, larger than Houston, Texas with a population of 2.6 million. Of that percentage, only about 2,500 individuals have superpowers. The city is split into several districts, each with entirely different ways of life.

this took forever

Independence Square

The heart of Independence City. Independence Square is home of City Hall, as well as the Police Headquarters, and the Independence Mercy Hospital. Independence Square is the intellectual center of Independence City, host of various libraries, laboratories, and such forth, but as a result has very little room for apartments.

Corundum

Located near Independence Square, Corundum can be called the height of luxury. Industries, department stores, lounges, and anything that screams 'money' is probably here. MegaCorp's Headquarters, the MegaTower, stands tall here, the tallest building in the world.

The West End

Located at the western side of I.C., the West End is also referred to as 'Old Indie', for it's one of the few areas in Independence City that did not urbanize. Old apartment buildings, cathedrals, and memories are located here. The Mafia operates out of the West End, though their grip extends all across Independence City.

The East End, 'Death Row'

Located on the eastern side of I.C. and easily the largest neighborhood, the East End is filled to the brim with crime, drugs, and violence. Apartments are cheap, but dangerous. Most of the cartels operate out of East End, which has been nicknamed 'Death Row' because...well, you get the idea.

Red Harbor

Located in the north-eastern part of I.C. above the East End long the coast, the Red Harbor is located on the small Fair River. The Red Harbor is a transportation hubs, host of a variety of docks, harbors, and shipyards, as well as J.P. Welch International Airport. The Red Harbor is also home to the Patron Saints, who have built a makeshift meeting place out of an abandoned warehouse there. The Red Harbor is called the Red Harbor because the various criminal groups there would dump unnecessary bodies into the area there. And blood is the color red. yeah, you get the point.

Chinatown

Most large cities in the United States boast one of these, and Independence City is no exception to the rules. Host to many Oriental markets and citizens, the residents of Chinatown are very aloof and disconnected from the rest of Independence City. The Triads, the Chinese equivalent of the Mafia, run this district, but are constantly at odds with the Mafia and the authorities. It also has a giant paifang, which is cool because...yeah.

Crescent Hills

A peaceful area distant from the rest of I.C., Crescent Hills is the 'rich people' land, where several mansions and Vega's private academies are located. It's sparsely populated and shows little signs of urban decay or the like.

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wooh. that took forever to write.

post your forms in the ooc when you're ready, and then once I approve them move them to the character tab. thx.

-agent 47

[DELETED324324]

CS

Name:Adam Sereno

Nicknames/Aliases:"O Gato Preto" (The Black Cat)

Age:24

Gender:Male

Allegiance:Himself at the moment, wishes to become a saint.

Written Description:Adam has a tattoo on his back of a black cat and a tally of his kills.

Personality:Adam is a man of many words often being the loudest individual in any given room at any given moment. Most people notice when he walks into a room. Another defining about Adam is he is a man of many vices. Women, money, gambling, flashy cars, clothes. He has to not only be the best looking, he has to have the best toys. He is a hopeless womanizer, and has a penchant for being kind to people. (Especially women.) With a troubled past, but one good thing can be said about him is that he knows his friends and he will do anything to protect them from harm.

Backstory:Adam never really knew the place of his birth, or his father. His mother left both Brazil, and his father Maethus. Putting both far behind her for a new life in Independence City. The place was a horrible place to raise a child, but she wanted to get away and didn't have much to land her on her own two feet. So she became a prostitute, She was willing to do anything for her child, to provide for him. At first he never really caught on to his mothers profession the men coming and going, but as he grew older he knew.

This caused him to run away from home, not wanting to be a burden he turned to a life on the streets. Which made him quite the easy target for a cartel, this cartel lured the young boy in with promises of. Money, respect, women, and whatever the hell he wanted. So he joined them, calling him a "soldados" They gave him a gun, and told him his initiation was to kill someone from a rival gang. So he did, his first blood came in the form of not only a rival drug dealer, but also his girlfriend. He showed no remorse, just wanting to be accepted by his new family.

From there the boy, now calling himself a man. Went from kill to kill, it got to the point where there was a disconnect for him when it came to killing. It just became apart of the job, his efficiency earned him the notice of his boss due to not many soldados not having all that high of a survival rate. From that day forward he became "O Gato Preto" Or The Black Cat, because you did not want him crossing your path.

As he grew older. He became even more efficient. Running drugs for his bosses, taking out rival bosses and soldiers, killing police, bribing them, or threatening them or their families to gain compliance. And for this he had whatever he wanted. A nice penthouse, plenty of cash to piss away on whores and gambling, and drugs for any situation he felt like. That changed after he got his powers though, when he found out about them he tried to will them away due to his next big job.

The job was simple, just take some goods him and some other members had stolen from a jewelry store heist, and sell them to their fence. But alas things didn't go as plan, while he slept he heard the door of his penthouse open up. Thinking it was just the prostitute he had over that night leaving, he laid back down in his bed. But then he heard voices and multiple pairs of footsteps. Turns out the girl let in a rival cartel, and they came to kill the man who had become a thorn in their side.

They caught him unaware, they fired through his bedroom door a stray round catching him in the shoulder and that's when he lost control. The fear of death, the pain from the bullet in his shoulder, caused it. He let out a torrent of fire that burnt down the penthouse, damn near burnt down the building. Luckily enough for him he got away from his bedroom windows fire escape. But now assumed dead, and a failure to his cartel. Adam had no home, so he went into hiding. Only to resurface at any mention of the Saints.

Carried Weapons/Items:A 14 thousand dollar Rolex watch, and the clothes on his back.

Superpowers:Fire Manipulation, Adam can manipulate fire often being able to create a flame at any given moment, he has limitations of course, he can't use it when soaking wet, and the fire can be uncontrollable when in a distraught or angry emotional state.

Skills:Gun expert, picking locks, stealing cars, and going to ground when shit hits the fan.

Extra:N/a

Might of been building this character last night. >.> <.<

[Zapdos]

@Agent 47 I'm interested in this RP, but I need sleep so I'll have to think more about what kind of character and power I want. I'm thinking perhaps some kind of "water man" person but that's an extremely basic rough draft concept right now.

This should be fun!

[Nobodyman123]

I'd be down with this, and I even have an idea for a hero. How do you feel about a character who was a HEMA (historical European martial arts) enthusiast before he got hit by the Solution, and now it's made him precognitive?

[Xandrya]

Denise Matheson

NAME

Denise Matheson

NICKNAME/ALIASES

Ladybug

AGE

19

GENDER

Female

ALLEGIANCE

None...yet

WRITTEN DESCRIPTION

Green eyes, brown hair with red streaks, and a lip piercing. Denise is 5'5 and roughly 120 lbs, and she has a tattoo of an owl on her left shoulder blade.

PERSONALITY

Not too quiet, not too loud. Denise is the type of person who's socially well-rounded, yet she enjoys people's reactions to the little bit of mystery she exudes whenever she offers little to no words. Given her background, Denise is a rebel by heart. She doesn't tolerate crap from people and she'll be very vocal against them if she feels like going through such trouble. With that being said, Denise has a soft spot for animals and children, as well as for those less fortunate than her.

BACKSTORY

Born and raised in Independence City to parents working in the medical field, Denise was a rather privileged child. She only ever attended private schools, which her parents could easily afford. Her mother, a nurse, and her father, a psychiatrist, were more often than not at work, leaving Denise with a nanny who let her get away with just about everything.

It was during her teenage years that Denise started getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. Her friends, all private school students, bored her to death and so she decided to venture outside of her social circle. She was 15 when she met her first and only boyfriend, Max. Max introduced Denise to his world, one filled with crime, drugs, and hate. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but Denise had strong feelings for Max and so she slowly adjusted to his own reality.

About a year after they met, Max got involved with an even worse crowd, the type to make someone disappear if they so much as take a paperclip without asking. This new professional relationship put a strain on the young couple, and despite the fact that Denise considered leaving Max once or twice before, she continued being by his side. It was only a matter of time before she slowly joined him on a few of his missions, and after that point, there was no turning back.

As time went on, Max was more concerned with his growing responsibilities than with Denise. She noticed right away, and urged him to drop everything: the money, the jobs, the contacts...but Max didn't listen. In fact, he warned her against leaving him. That's when Denise realized she had to get away from his world, for good. It was that, or one of them would end up hurt, or even worse, killed.

Not much time had passed before Denise gained her own set of abilities like a select few others. She holed up in her apartment for the first few days, and due to the mass chaos and confusion throughout the city, no one went bothered to contact her or even look for her. She assumed she was done with that chapter of her life, but as she would soon realize, she couldn't have been further from the truth.

CARRIED WEAPONS/ITEMS

A switchblade

SUPERPOWERS

Denise has the ability to clone herself. She can produce up to five identical copies who all think and behave just like she does. If one of the clones is killed, then they immediately cease to exist. If Denise is injured, her clones will instinctively do everything within their power to help her. In the event that Denise becomes unconscious, her clones will disappear.

SKILLS

A quick thinker, and a bit of a puzzle enthusiast. Denise is also somewhat of an athlete, and she's taken enough self-defense courses to be able to hold her own

EXTRA

N/A

[Hitman]

@Enalais Welcome to the club.

your ideas sound good :)

[Roughdragon1]

Pretty interested in this, will try to post up a character sheet.

[hagroden]

Nicodemus Hathaway

Saints Appearance

Common Appearance

Nicodemus Hathaway

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Eld Fen

Age
23

Gender
Male

Allegiance
The Patron Saints

Description
Nicodemus stands at about five feet and eleven inches, or one-hundred and seventy centimeters, and weighs about one-hundred and eighty pounds, or eighty-one kilograms. He is a handsome, angular man with nearly silver hair that frames, and compliments, his deathly pale skin. His eyes are a storm, an elegant collaboration of gentle blues and intense grays that create the visage of a thunderous, raining sky.

Personality
Nicodemus is a distant, oft' harrowing man of an intensely melancholic personage; his quiet ways of disinterest and apathy seem to issue forth waves of discomfort and aversion. His mind is that of a poet, or perhaps a philosopher; although one without solace. His written art is dense with horror; and always of an existential, cosmicist nature. He lives in constant ruminating over the nature of existence, and all the darkness and horrors that it contains. He is enigmatic and eccentric, eternally writing poems and novellas of the great and old beings that plague his dreams, both waking and not. He is not a frightened man, nor a particularly courageous one, but does not shy from things often.

Biography
Nicodemus was born an only child in his family's home to a poor estate, and was raised in part by his mother and father, and in part by his ailing Grandfather. His father was a jeweler, and was often away from home on various trips to sell his wares, sending home what little he could afford to. His mother was a maid, and often worked in the wealthier parts of town cleaning things of both common and horrific nature. When he was three years old his primary Care-taker and Grandfather, Alistair Hathaway, began to develop acute psychosis, for which he was bedridden. The occasional doctor or nurse that the household had been able to afford claimed that his psychosis and hallucinations were likely caused by syphilis, Alistair however died many years later without the infection present in his biology.

Despite the belief of medical professionals, Alistair swore that he was not sickly by any means that perpetuated among men, but that he was paying the price for knowledge long forbidden. From an early age, Nicodemus was exposed to the numerous hallucinations of his Grandfather and eventually began to have hallucinations of his own, often experiencing ones almost identical to Alistair's. Beginning at the age of Four, Nicodemus had been labeled clinically insane, although harmless; the same diagnosis as his Grandfather. For almost two years Nicodemus suffered these visions and night-terrors; whispers of entities old and harrowing, visions of catastrophes and apocalypses, and hallucinations of faceless beasts holding his body still throughout the night. Without any means to express himself, to unleash the Hells held within him, he turned to writing and poetry, both of which he shared only with his Grandfather.

His Grandfather consoled him throughout his early life, much to the anguish of his ever-absent parents, and Alistair refereed to his Grandson as a prodigy. Nicodemus didn't care much for the assessment of his writing, but his Grandfather was right. Even at such a young age, Nicodemus's writing was astute and visual, and those whom his Grandfather shared his writing with were astounded at the terror felt by reading a child's poetry, and it wasn't long until peculiar individuals began to pay hefty sums for Nicodemus's works.

At the age of 14, Nicodemus's first Novella was Published, a short story called "The Waters of Nisceir." His book recieved little attention outside of niche circles at first, but soon began to spread and fester among the shelves of those with a love for dread and cosmic horror. Not long after his publications growing popularity his household could afford his mother's early retirement, and after Nicodemus's fourth publication, at the age of 15, his father did the same.

His house was full, and his Parents were happy for a time, until Nicodemus made the decision to emancipate himself from them, cutting them off from their excessive spending of his own profit. He continued to provided them with more than enough money to live comfortable lives, all three of them, until his Father's greed led to his Grandfather being taken to a "home." At this, Nicodemus was furious, and immediately seized their income through his own volition, and using the money he had once given to his parents, Nicodemus purchased a small home for himself and his grandfather. Both his Mother and Father were forced to return to work, as their excessive lifestyle had left them without a dime in their savings.

After this separation, Things went well for Nicodemus and Alistair for a few years, Nicodemus's works became more and more popular with each publication, and as such his income continued to grow exponentially. However, at the age of 22, both he and his Grandfather's hallucinations became incredibly intense and consistent. Both of the Hathaway men could be seen from the outside world, wandering their house and screaming, whimpering, and whispering to themselves. For a period of three years, both Nicodemus and his Grandfather were plagued by numerous visions a day, heard the whispering of monsters every waking moment, and in their sleeping hours felt the looming presence of things so old that time itself seemed young in comparison.

There was only so much an old man could handle, before giving up to the whispers.

On the morning of his Twenty-Second birthday, Nicodemus awoke to find that the whispering had silenced, the entities that haunted his sleep were gone, and the visions that so often pounded in to his psyche were absent for the first time in years. With nothing but quiet joy, Nicodemus nearly ran to his Grandfather's room, but found something so twisted there, that it haunts him to this day, and will likely do the same until the day he gratefully dies.

He left that city within a month.

Now, he lives a humble life in the crime-plagued city of Independence. He'd bought himself a small home in the North-eastern part of the city refereed to as Red Harbor, so he could be left to his writing with a view of the water. The water, however, had began to exhibit a strange taste these last few days, and stranger yet, Nicodemus had found himself capable of terrifying and incredible things.

Carried Weapon(s)
Tri-Dagger
A twisted blade with three sharpened edges, one which he often uses to slowly carve in to his targets. The wound from this blade is so complex, that without almost immediate treatment from a team of surgeons the wound will likely be fatal. In addition, Nick's tendency to use the blade on the back of his Victim's necks has left him without a single survivor, but a very bloodied blade.

Abilities
Spatial Distortion
Nick can create distortions within space, causing any physical matter within to bend according to the distortion. This provides Nick the ability to teleport rapidly, alter physical dimensions, and create pocket dimensions as well as portals. Due to the Manton Effect, his powers can not distort the dimensions of human beings; meaning that he can not stretch someone's torso to infinity and twist it along the way, but he can do such to structures, geography, etc. Unless you'd like to spend 12 hours walking a 15 foot hallway, stay on his good side.

Skills
Aside from his writing, Nicodemus relies heavily on his abilities to achieve his goals.

Extra
N/A

[Nobodyman123]

@Enalais It's gonna be a little surreal doing an RP that features a character with MY name.

[DELETED324324]

@Nobodyman123 Sorry, if you would like I can change it.

[Nobodyman123]

@EnalaisDon't you dare.

[Hitman]

@hagroden in

[Shoryu]

I am interested enough in this >3> I'll come up with something soon >3>... Fair warning, I tend to like shape shifters >w>

[Hitman]

I still have to finish my character ugh

[knifeman]

I’m interested! I’ll have a cs up pretty soon

[Xandrya]

Alright, all done.

[Hitman]

@Xandrya
Good! Welcome.

We should still have a solid number of spots open, so don't hesitate!

[Nobodyman123]

I'll try and have mine done later on. Halloween a busy this year.

[Roughdragon1]

Vicker West

“If I ever play chess, expect me to have a few more pawns up my sleeve.”

Name: Vicker West

Nickname: Blackjack

Age: 28

Male

Allegiance: Himself and his god, the Crawling Chaos.

Power: Vicker has the ability to control the minds of other Humans, two at a time. All he has to do is give his target an order when they are within fifteen feet of him. In doing so, they do as he says to the best of their ability. The effect wears off in an hour, or if Vicker controls another mind over the maximum 2.

Written Description: Standing at five feet nine inches, he’s a bit thin, but not unhealthy. He looks like an everyday guy: Black hair, brown eyes, white teeth. In a way, his relatability makes him a bit charming. Though if one looked closely enough, they would see a faint pinpoint of red resting within the depths of his pupil. Hardly anyone could ever tell that he was an acolyte of the Crawling Chaos. Not even him.

Personality: Despite his dangerous power and questionable allegiance, Vernon naturally likes to help people; It’s just in his nature to do so. But his generosity is often overshadowed by his inner prankster. His power is particularly dangerous, and useful for getting people to do what he wants. He likes to poke fun at things, and one of the main reasons as to why he gets into trouble is the fact that he is almost annoyingly sarcastic in times of stress. It’s just what he does to cope with the situation.

Backstory: Growing up in the slums of Independence city, Vicker survived by nearly every means necessary. One of the many lessons he learned during his desperate childhood was that the world was a game of predator and prey. The sharks and eagles would eat the lesser species, yes, but it was the intellect of Humans that allowed them to kill both. And so, he took every chance he could to improve his smarts and wits. On the streets, no one played by the rules. The world never played fair, and neither did he.

One day, on a looting run of an old abandoned house, Vicker discovered a strange, old book. It was titled: Necronomicon. He took the book back to his hideout, and planned to read it over the next week. Before he could begin however, he was visited by a strange, black-clad man who had a peculiar fascination with the strange tome. He demanded the book, and in return, he would grant him a power. Of course, as any sane person would, he gave the strange man the book. However, he was given no power. Or at least, at first. Exactly ten days later, after a week and a half of drinking stranger-than-usual-tasting water, Vicker discovered that he could control other people by simply giving them an order.

At first, he used this for his own gain, running wild and taking what he wanted. However, one day he had an epiphany. He had suffered so much in his life due to things out of his control. Really, life was the biggest bitch anyone would ever have to deal with. He knew kids who never had the chances and lucky breaks he did, and in turn suffered because of it. And so, he decided to steal and rob for the kids who had nothing. If he could just make their lives even just a bit easier, it would all be worth it.

Sometimes, he hears a voice: a small but commanding whisper in his ear, but he must do what it tells him to do regardless of his own feelings, or else.

Carried Weapons:

Hi-Point C-9

An ass of a gun. But it’s reliable, and won’t break easily. That’s all that matters.

Skills: Vicker is street smart. He knows the slums like the back of his hand, he’s friends with many powerful people (and enemies with many more), and he’ll bet that you can never, ever beat him at a game of poker. At least, that’s what he tells people.

He can fight, but fighting isn’t what he likes to do. He’s got a gun, and he uses it liberally. He might not be the best shot, but hey, a bad shot is better than no shot.

Boom, got it up!

[hagroden]

@Roughdragon1
Hey!! Another Lovecraftian inspired character! Awesome!