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[Omega Man]

Founding Five

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. Recently killed fighting the monstrous Doomsday. - 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. It was recently revealed Batman was replaced with a shapeshifting white Martian during the Trident of Atlantis episode. He's guilty of the murder of Ravager as well as sabotaging the Metro Tower, and more recently attacking Polarity Man. - Status Unknown

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. Green Lantern retired after finding out his reformed enemy turned fiancée Thorn was pregnant with twins. - 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

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. Later in the team’s career, 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 existence of a similar group, composed of super criminals, calling themselves the Society and brought together in secret by the devious Lex Luthor Jr. Shortly after the Society made itself 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 retired after finding out his reformed enemy turned fiancée Thorn was pregnant with twins. And Batman has seemingly been replaced by a white Martian with his actual whereabouts unknown.

Present day...

The League still moves forward, even after everything the members have been through, protecting the world from dangers. Team members continue to come and go as they have always done. However, some unknown entity or force has taken it upon themselves to tamper with the very fabric of reality altering the universe itself.

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This RP is something of an experiment because of the large cast, episodic adventures, and out-of-this-world scenarios. It is EXACTLY what it sounds like. The JLU from the cartoons of days gone by fully realized in role player fashion in a new universe, and I do mean "new" because the universe from the last RP has been altered by an outside force conspiring with other individuals similar to the current DC Rebirth era. If there's enough interest and returning players we'll get this going with myself and nine players and move forward. You can play as a cannon character, be based on cannons, or make a complete original within the DC universe. I'm not basing this thing on any single continuity, and much like my other games I'll just take bits from here and there to make the most entertaining RP possible. The only cannons off limits are Superman, Green Lantern, and Batman. If you wanna make your own Red Tornado or a new Vixen have at it. A new Flash? That could be cool too. Use whatever cannon you'd like, it's only unacceptable if I say it's unacceptable. Just don't make any characters tied to huge events in the comics like Blackest Night or Zero Hour and we should be okay.

I’ve kept some of the continuity from Season One but I’m leaving everything else vague from here on to free up any characters or concepts that may not return. This will still be in-continuity with the last RP, but going into Season Two this time I’m gonna trim the cast down and only have two episodes going at a time after the opening episode. For those of you unfamiliar with the episodic format, the cast will be divided regularly so that the missions aren’t as convoluted as they can sometimes get with a large cast. The opening episode will now feature all ten players. Episodes Two and Three will each feature five players. Episode Four will have all ten players, and then the next two episodes will have new teams of five players… etc. This is meant to make it easier to build relationships with the other players during the smaller team episodes.

As far as GM'ing goes I feel like I should mention I'm the type to give players a bit of freedom. Players can control the enemies to a small degree and if there's any problems they can be addressed. A line or two of dialogue from an enemy and letting them take a few hits is perfectly fine in a post. Just make it interesting and in line with what's been established as the setting. If there's any questions about the enemies we're facing you can always ask about power levels, attacks, weaknesses, etc. This RP is one big collaboration after all. The same basic rules from the last game will still be in effect, just with the altered episode format.

Justice League Unlimited, the Beginning...

The Character Application will be a bit different since there will be several players returning to this one. Since most of season one and the opening of season two is cannon to an extent [remember the universe has been altered now!] there will be a couple bits on the CS that are for the returning players only. The Sample Post portion will also now be given a bit of a theme for you guys to run with and even I’ll be writing a new Sample Post.

Name:
Alias:
Age: [19 + and I'm not accepting three or four teenagers either, this isn't the Teen Titans LOL]
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?]
Altered History: [What’s changed about your hero, if anything at all? This is for returning players]
Recommended Background Leaguer: [this is for returning players]
BRIEF Bio:
Notes: [remember most returning heroes will have been members for the last year]
Sample Post:

[Two paragraphs minimum with dialogue]

[Your hero] has been teleported to the Metro Tower in Metropolis to find the JLU’s HQ empty. Where was your hero before teleporting to HQ? What’s the first thing they’d do when it seems like they’re alone? Will you let your hero find somebody else who was transported to the tower? If they are members of the League will they just go to their personal quarters and wait it out? If they were not prior members will they try to find out what's going on? And shouldn’t somebody be on monitor duty?

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Everybody's not gonna make the cut. Where in the past I've had three and four episodes going at once, with my current work schedule I just can't do THAT much GM'ing, even with a Co-GM. And when the roster is 12+ members there always seems to be three or four players who get lost in the shuffle. The idea is to get a solid cast of ten players total (that's nine plus me btw...) who can make posts at minimum once every ten days without constant hiccups and scheduling problems. When people join RP's and then go silent without reason and ignore @ tags and such it can be a complete turn-off for some players caught up in a scene. That's exactly the thing I'm hoping to get away from. There will be a few returning players from the previous game but even they'll need to rework their CS's a little. Still, I hope to find a few more individuals looking for a good superhero themed game.

Generally I try and keep contact and collaborate on posts with other players on piratepads as well as Discord more recently so I'll likely throw up links for those once this gets to the starting line. If you don't like collaborating with others, have diva like tendencies, or generally are disrespectful on the regular... this isn't the game for you. If you're known for writing up killer character sheets then never do anything in-game... this isn't the game for you. Serious commitment is what I'm looking for, since currently this is the only RP I'm focusing my time on. I'm not saying nobody else can have a life or be in other RP's, just don't forget about this RP. Respect other players and respect the game and everything will be peachy. Or some other type of fruity awesomeness.

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[Simple Unicycle]

You know I'm interested, man. Gonna get Question vol 2 up ASAP.

[NecroKnight]

@Omega Man

I am interested.

[The Angry Goat]

Warden will continue to be vaguely confused about everything in this new rp as well :P

[Archmage MC]

Toon Girl/Light will say hi, and hopefully be more whimsical with more comedy, hopefully.

[rocketrobie2]

Oi

[Shellshock]

How liberal can we be with re-imaginings? I was thinking of re-doing Katana, but she'd be very little like her comic counterpart.

[Omega Man]

@Shellshock Some reimagined characters differ more than others. So long as the core concept is still in tact everything should be cool.

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[FiroIV]

Hello there!

If it is alright with everyone i would like to reappply. I joined the previous iteration and was an active member, but due to my life coming apart because of school, work, and graduation nearing I had to drop out. It is good to see everyone by the way. :)

I asked Omega if it's possible for me to reapply with the same characters and if they say i can I will most definitely will. If Gypsy does end up returning their will be changes to them.

[baraquiel]

Still interested!!!

[Shellshock]

Katana

Name: Bridget Vasiliev
Alias: Katana
Age: 25
Personality: Determined, Jovial, Loyal, Unyielding, Brave
Archetype: Metahuman-Gadgeteer
Powers:
Cyborg-
Bridget's body is partially made of robotic parts. Namely her arms, legs, spine and right eye. Her arms grant her super strength. Nowhere near that of a strength focused hero, but enough to blast through a wall with only her fist and raise a car with both hands. Furthermore, her legs endow her with enhanced speed and allow her the same strength as her fists. Her spine was made robotic if only to support her enhanced body parts, but also allow for a flexibility the stressed hero never had before. Her eye, while covered by an eyepatch, serves many functions. It allows for night vision, thermal vision and infrared. Furthermore, it allows her constant access to the internet and even some hacking functions. It can also be used for other rudimentary functions like zooming in and out and taking pictures.

Katana-
Bridget's namesake is her mother's katana. The katana contains her mother's soul and any of those slain by it. The sword is extremely strong, being able to cut through any metal Bridget has tried it against and never seems to dull. While she does find the sword a bit impractical, she does use it for meaningful kills and whenever she finds it handy. Nevertheless, she carries it on her person if only to honour her mother.
Weaknesses:
Other than her robotic limbs Bridget is entirely human. A bullet to the heart will kill her just as much it would any other person, if she isn't wearing her bulletproof vest of course.
Appearance:
Bridget stands at a short 5 foot 4 and has a toned, fit physique. She wears her hair short and is naturally black. Her skin is naturally pale and no matter how much sun she gets that never seems to change. Her only outstanding feature on the surface is her eyepatch. This cover's her robotic eye, which has 3 blue 'pupils' in a triangle around the centre. Her natural eye colour is brown and her left eye is this colour.

She doesn't have a costume per say, but wears a tactical harness over a camouflage jumpsuit and a bullet proof vest. Of course, the camouflage changes depending on the mission and may even be rid of for a more heavy piece of armour with ceramic trauma plates.
Character Evolution:
For a personal story, maybe some sort of John Wick-esque mafia hunt down of the men who killed her mother. As far as personal sub-plots go, a relationship would be a fun thing to do. I see her as someone who hasn't had much of a love life and it would be fun to see the stoic tactical unit girl get all blushy over a girl or boy she likes.
BRIEF Bio:
Bridget is the daughter of a Japanese SAT member and a Russian 'businessman' who's business was mostly with the Russian mafia and other mobsters. Of course, Bridget's mother was none the wiser to her father, he was very well spoken and could speak fluent Japanese, English and Chinese, to her that was proof enough he wasn't a mobster. For an SAT member she was oddly trusting, she'd never admit it, but it was entirely because of his good looks.

Regardless of his occupation, Bridget's father stayed with the family and was very assertive that he would be there to help raise Bridget. He was a good father. To a point.

His occupation posed many problems. He'd be away for months on end and would come back, never leaving the house, in hiding from people out to get them. Sometimes the police, other times hitmen. Every time he'd go into hiding he'd cover it up of course, telling Bridget he was actually a secret agent. Funnily enough, this coupled with her mother's profession was what drove Bridget to work her way into the SDU.

Bridget's family had moved to China when she was a very young baby to stay nearer her mother's family. Bridget considers herself Chinese and speaks with a Chinese accent rather than a Japanese or Russian accent. This is also what drove her to join the SDU rather than the SAT.

Her school and early work life were for the most part normal. She did, however, spend a lot of time researching and training to join the police and later the SDU. Her training came in quite handy for joining both of these. She got into the police without a hitch and later became one of the few females to join and be a member of the SDU.

Life was good for Bridget. Until her father got in with the wrong people again. This time, they weren't as lax as the other hitmen. Bridget still to this day has no idea what her father did to piss these guys off, but he had the mark of death and if they couldn't find him, they'd find his family.

They started with Bridget's mother. They actually lost a man fighting her, not expecting an older woman to put up such a fight, let alone with a samurai sword. Then they came after Bridget. Seeing that the death of his wife hadn't actually brought him out they sought to do worse to Bridget.

They tortured her for hours on end, resulting in the loss of all of her limbs and an eye by the time her father stopped it. He was killed in front of her and she was flown out to live with rather wealthy American relatives who could nurse her back to health and give her some sort of happiness in her new state. Little did she know happiness was right around the corner.

The uncle Bridget was living with worked in the technology division of WayneTech and managed to spread enough word about Bridget's story that a grant was awarded to create cybernetic prosthetics, with Bridget being the subject. Of course, the limbs she was originally given weren't anything special as far as prosthetics go, really just replacements for what she had lost. But after much pleading and begging to her uncle some adjustments were made under the table. She was now a full fledged superhero as far as she was concerned.

She set out, using her skills as an SDU operative and her new found powers to strike fear in the heart of those who seek to do evil. She even brought the sword her mother used to defend herself on the day of her death with her to just about every 'mission' she partook in, not knowing the spiritual effect it had.
Notes: [remember most returning heroes will have been members for the last year]
Sample Post:
Bridget pulled the hood over her head as she sat perched on a billboard high up in the skyline. Droplets of rain dripped down her type-89 rifle as she trained the scop on her target as he swaggered through some upper class social event going on in the skyscraper opposite.

Now was her chance. The poor fool was in the kitchen alone. Bridget fired a sort of makeshift line launcher her uncle had made for her and prayed to god the wire would hold. She grabbed the wire and slide down at an increasing rate, thanking god her hands were robotic as she could only imagine the burning sensation that would have occurred without them.

She dropped when she got close enough, tucking into a dive and shielding her face with her forearms before smashing through the glass and rolling to plant her foot onto her target's head, sending him hurtling against the wall. She moved quickly, grabbing a chair and wedging it in the door before turning back to punch her target.

What she didn't account for was his recovery time.
The guy could have been a heavyweight boxer if he hadn't been so embroiled in the drug trade. She quickly ducked under another punch, grabbing his arm and twisting behind him to send him to the ground as she did.

She held his arm, twisting it as she knelt on his kneck. "Listen here, dirtbag. There'll be no drugs being peddled from you anymore, especially not to kids." She was far from experienced enough to know that her lack of reputation and less than terrifying appearance would need more than a demand to get her way. The brute just laughed cursing
"Fuck you." back at her before tossing her off against a mirror, cracking it and leaving a small blood stain on the shards. Those were going to be a bitch to pick out later that was for sure.

She dodged his next swing, keeping her distance and dodging punch after punch as she weighed up the odds. She could just shoot him, blow his brains out right there and then. Or even slice him in two with her sword. But no, heroes at least try to bring the bad guy in before resorting to killing. Plus, she could only imagine the telling off she would have gotten from her chief in the SDU if she'd have cut someone in half during her time there.

The fight carried on, she'd decided on her plan, wearing him out before sending a knockout blow and lugging this heavy bastard to the cops. But not before a little bit of interrogation from herself.

She watched him, panting and heaving, a smirk grew on her face.
"Getting tired there, Viktor?" She spoke in his mother tongue, Russian. A look of pained shock grew across his face, partly because she knew his name, partly because she knew his homeland, but mostly because he knew for a fact he was getting tired as well.
"Fuck you." was all he could muster. He made one last ditch attempt, a haymaker straight to the jaw.

It missed.

Bridget pushed it away before stomping his foot and cocking her fist back, ready to send a straight jab into his nose to incapacitate him. But he had other plans.
His eyes changed from a stoic angry man to that of a scared puppy. He knew what was waiting for him in prison, and he knew what was waiting for him if he ratted out his brothers for a shorter sentence. He knew what he had to do.

He grabbed Bridget's leg, tumbling backwards through the broken window and taking them both tumbling towards there doom.

This made Bridget very angry.

There was no hope now, if she wanted to save herself she'd need to either tumble through a window or grab through a wall and climb her way down. Either way she wouldn't be able to save Viktor. The bastard had sewn his own fate, he didn't deserve a death at his own hands.

She breathed in, focusing as she unsheathed her sword.
As Viktor tumbled through the air she centered, falling like she had planned it all along. With one quick slice Viktor was now cut in two. Little did Bridget know that he'd soon be receiving a fate worse than death within her sword. An eternity of punishment under the supervision of her hard as nails mother.

But that's besides the point, Bridget had to find a way to save herself. She was going too quickly now to dive through a window, the impact with the floor would either send her flying through them or kill her on impact.
She had one option. A well placed fist to the wall should have stopped her, but it only slowed her for a bit before spitting her back out as soon as she hit a pipe.

She was well and truly done for.

It was in that moment she was teleported to a very empty Metro tower. She was too relieved to be alive to even notice where she was.

Patting herself down she rose from a crouched stance with a confused look on her face. Where was she,
why was she brought here and why was it empty? She began slowly pacing through the building, checking corners like she used to in the SDU as she held her rifle to her cheek.

Nothing, just locked doors and empty rooms.

She huffed, sitting down in a rather comfy chair and resting her cheek on her hand. She was sure whoever had brought her here wouldn't mind if she'd take a small nap for a while. After all, she had nothing better to do.

Shazam

Name: William "Billy" Batson
Alias: Shazam
Age: 24
Personality: Determined, courageous, caring, boisterous, clumsy
Archetype: Mystic/Metahuman
Powers:

Powers

All of Billy's powers only activate upon shouting the magic word 'Shazam'.

• Superhuman strength enough to lift cars with ease and have a decent fight with other supers.
• Superhuman durability enough to withstand hails of gunfire and stabs from knives without them breaking the skin.
• Superhuman speed. This is limited to his flight speed, on the ground he is as fast as he is normally but in the air he can match a jet in terms of speed.
• Electrokinesis. Shazam has the ability to control and generate electricity.
• While Shazam doesn't need to, a part of the spectacle is that when he shouts 'Shazam' he is struck by lightning. He has learned to do away with this, but can still call the lightning down either offensively or just for spectacle if the need arises.

Weaknesses:
Shazam's durability only lasts up to a point. A well shot rocket launcher that Billy wasn't expecting could severely shift him off balance or sending him tumbling towards the earth if not braced for.

He is also more vulnerable to magic than one would expect.
Appearance:
Billy stands at a tall 6 foot 3 and is all muscle. His hair is a black short back and sides which he keeps trimmed and hardly ever allows to grow past a certain length. His eyes are light blue. Billy often wears simple clothes, a lot of the time his work gear if he's fixing or building something. Usually jeans and a t shirt will do him.

Shazam looks almost exactly the same as Billy, par the costume. He gains a slick red costume complete with a gold trimmed white cowl. His eyes blur with light blue electricity and the large bolt on his front does the same.
Character Evolution:
I'd like him to face off with Black Adam at some point possibly. I'd also see him as someone who'd prefer to save a little kid from a villain rather than do something to stop the villain that could potentially save more lives. Maybe some sort of clash with another leaguer about the greater good regarding this?

A relationship would be cool, as long as theyre willing to put up with his naivety!
BRIEF Bio:
Billy Batson was born and raised in Metropolis. His father, a police officer, instilled wholesome values in him from a young age. His father was an avid supporter of superman, always citing his attitude towards justice when teaching Billy right from wrong. Billy grew up almost fanatical about superman, for a year he'd hardly wear anything if it wasn't coupled with his superman t shirt. Life was great for Billy, he oftentimes imagined what it would be like to have powers like Superman. It's fair to say he was, and still is, a fanboy.

However, good things never last and unfortunately for Billy things got a lot worse. His father and mother were killed in an unfortunate collision while driving to pick Billy up from school. Their deaths rocked Billy to his very core. He retreated within himself, hiding from the rest of the world as he was transferred to live with his grandparents.

This living situation worked for a while, but his grandparents knew they wouldn't be around forever and decided to find another relative that could potentially take Billy in before the inevitable happened.

They were in luck, Billy's estranged uncle was more than happy to take Billy in. The two hardly knew the uncle, but their son-in-law had regaled them with stories about him at a few family dinners here and there. From what they could remember, he was a former doctor who had always wanted children, but obviously couldn't after his wife died. Following his wife's death he began travelling the world in the hopes of 'finding himself' and eventually settled in Maldova for one reason or another.

The couple trusted their decision and flew Billy over to his uncle. Billy was far too disconnected to care. Following the death of his parents he'd lost many of his friends due to his cold nature. A change of scenery was as good as staying at home as far as he was concerned.

His uncle was a strange man to say the least, he had long greying blond hair and a wispy goatee. His home was rather strange too, he was obviously quite well off and had lined his home with various tribal and ancient pieces of decor. The strangest thing about him though was his free spirit. Billy was used to his father and mother being very caring but at the same time being rather strict. His uncle did seem to care, but it was almost like being raised by his friend rather than a parent.

The first few months were strange. It always seemed like his uncle was watching him like some sort of experiment and Billy swore he heard some sort of chanting coming from his uncle's bedroom once or twice. Things got really strange when his uncle took Billy caving.

Billy had no idea what caving was, nevertheless how to do it. But it wasn't like he had anything better to do. Apparently it was sort of like rock climbing but in a cave. As simple and stupid an explanation as that sounds it's what Billy came up with.

Things went by as normally as caving with your uncle sounds up until they reached the bottom of the cave. Billy's uncle showed up what looked like a glowing stone in the shape of the bolt. It was here that his uncle revealed himself to be the wizard. His uncle regaled him with stories of heroes past who contained the power of Shazam, with all of them being granted the power by the wizard himself. Billy was to be the next Shazam.

Of course, Billy couldn't believe what he was hearing, but after much convincing he shouted Shazam and aged to a full adult. It took a few months before he was actually convinced he hadn't just slipped into coma and was dreaming all of this. In those months, the wizard trained him in the use of his powers, seeing the desire to do good in his heart.

This brought Billy out of his shell for sure.

Inspired by his old dreams of being a superhero like Superman, Billy had a new lease on life. He began patrolling Maldova as a hero and then later began patrolling Ukraine and Romania as he grew in power.

The best day of Billy's life took place when he was around 16 or 17. This was the day Superman took notice of him. Well, 'took notice' is a bit generous. The Atomic Skull had begun terrorizing Ukraine and in an ensuing struggle with a much less experienced, Shazam, had gained the upper hand and was about to finish the young hero before Superman arrived on scene. He made quick work of The Atomic Skull and sent him packing to a jail cell before helping Shazam from his near defeated position.

Shazam could hardly say anything as his hero actually paid him a compliment for holding his own. He even slipped in a little quip about coming to do 'work experience' for him in Metropolis before flying off back to America.

This experience had a profound effect on Billy. He finished highschool, saved as much money as he could and told his uncle his plan to move to Metropolis. Had he told him before he'd bothered to save he wouldn't have had to. His uncle was all for it, citing that he gave him power to help people and wherever he chose to help was as good as anywhere else. He paid for his flight and accommodation, on the basis that Billy at least get a day job in Metropolis.

Let's just say delivering pizza is a lot easier when you can fly.

Shazam started patrolling Metropolis, often times leaving the bigger problems for Superman and handling the lesser crimes himself. He knew if he tried to go up against the likes of Braniac or worse he'd just get destroyed, he was happy helping out in his own small way.

This period was a time of reflection for Billy though. With the advent of heroes like Booster Gold taking up the limelight, Billy decided to go in the opposite direction. He used his ability to change in and out of costume almost instantaneously coupled with his superspeed to avoid being seen as much as possible.

Of course, people got quick glances every now and then, and the loud "Shazam" that was shouted every time he gained his powers didn't help, but Billy had managed to become little more than an urban legend to most people through this.

However, when Superman died that all changed. Billy mourned as if he'd known Superman personally, hell he'd only met him once. Regardless, Billy decided to go public, making more of a spectacle of himself. He generally restricted himself to the smaller crimes and damage control, but gained a few super nemesis of himself, namely Dr. Sivana, although he had faced off with a couple of other looneys in his time too. His favourite so far is 'Captain Nazi'. Billy couldn't believe that was his name either.

Throughout his public 'career' Shazam began to become more for his compassion than his fights. During large scale destruction he'd most likely be seen flying around evacuating people and protecting them from whoever or whatever had been attacking.
Notes:
Sample Post:

Billy sprinted through the door of 'Gino's Pizza', panting as he hopped the counter to face a very confused Gino.
"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Gino! I musta slept in! I can work overtime I promise I didn't mean to be late!" He gasped, obviously panicked. The short, stout, elderly Gino looked confused as he stared up at his worker.
"Billy, you realize that the hours went back today right? You're an hour early you dingus." Explained Gino, picking up a newspaper he had been reading, rolling it up and whacking Billy across the chest as he spat the next part of his explanation out. "And my name ain't 'Mr.
Gino' it's Mr. Russo ya ingrate! You don't get to call me by my first name! Now put your helmet on! You're working an hour early for even thinking you were late!" Gino worked Billy like a pack mule, but Billy honestly didn't mind, the majority of his deliveries were made much faster than they should have been so he slacked off for the most part.

Billy headed outside, carrying a stack of pizzas and his helmet. He hung the helmet over the handlebars of the moped provided by Gino, before switching to Shazam, lifting the moped on top of a nearby roof and flying off to make his deliveries.

Things went by fine for the most part. He had to be extra careful when delivering as Shazam, for god's sake if anyone saw him they'd figure out who Shazam really was quite quickly, let alone the quips that would come from anyone he tried to fight about delivering pizza.

He sat, perched on the edge of a building, eating a rather delicious cheese pizza that had been sent back. Every now and then they'd get a pizza paid for online and sent to some guy's house who never wanted it. Every now and then a few other pizza guys would show up to, something about river streams or something? Billy honestly didn't care, Gino was fine with him eating them, after all they'd just go to waste otherwise.

Suddenly, alarms rang out into the air. A nearby bank was being robbed by some colourful gents in clown masks. Billy groaned, resting the pizza next to him and rising to a stretch. He rubbed his eye, he was really hoping for a quiet day today.

A quick
"SHAZAM!" and Shazam was on the scene. He walked through the front door of the building under the applaud of some of the more nerdy members of the forming crowd that actually knew who he was.

The robbers quickly spun, pointing their rifles at him and shouting numerous profanities and demands towards the caped hero. Shazam towered over one of them as he approached, two electric blue eyes staring from beneath his pristine white hood as the robber quivered beneath his mask.

"Drop your guns now." He boomed, his voice filling the room.
"F-fuck you" whimpered the robber. Shazam grinned. He grabbed the barrel of the rifle and bent it upwards, almost comically. Following this was the crackle of gunfire bouncing off Shazam as he zipped around the room dealing with the robbers. The first was sent flying with a simple jab, before the next two were knocked together like a pair of ragdolls. The last was difficult though.

He grabbed a hostage and held a gun to her head.
"Listen here, lightning boy, you're gonna empty the vault and get me a getaway chopper before I blow this broads head over the floor" The word 'broad' sort of confused Billy for a second. Was he dealing with a robber or 'Bugsy Malone' here?

Nevertheless, he was at a loss. He wasn't fast enough to deal with him before he could pull the trigger. However, all was not lost. He spotted an exposed wire on the way to the vault, connected to a telephone on the teller's desk.

He made his way over to the vault, with the robber following close behind. He quickly and slyly pointed his finger in the direction of the phone before sending out a small shock of electricity into it, through the wire and up through the robber as he stepped on it. Incapacitating him.

He turned to the crowd, grinning his signature grin and blowing his finger like a gun. Before he could properly help dispose of the robbers and free the hostages, he suddenly disappeared.

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Billy surveyed his surroundings. It wasn't a place he'd seen before that was for sure. He looked around, obviously confused. He lowered his hood, pacing through the large, open room he'd been transported to trying to figure out what was going on.

He moved towards the window, staring out he could tell he was at quite the height. Whichever building he was teleported to it was tall to be sure. It took him a second but he finally realized where he was.

Metro Tower.

Shazam gasped. Why would he of all people be transported to Metro Tower? His mind raced with thoughts of joining the League, to meeting heroes like Batman, to being trained by someone like Wonder Woman. His mind then became a bit more pessimistic. He might've done something wrong as Shazam. What if they found out he'd been using his power to deliver pizza's? Or worse what if he'd hurt someone while trying to help?

Finally a door slid open behind him, taking his mind away from imagining why he was here and towards actually finding the reason. He threw his hood back over his head and walked, confidently through the door.

The place was a maze, he was led through door after door, up staircase after staircase until he was finally met with the last door. It slid open to reveal a purple clad martian.
"Greetings, I am Martian Manhunter welcome to Metro tow-" before he could finish he was interrupted by the excitable young hero. Shazam was amazed, he'd seen Martian Manhunter in action and admired him greatly.
"IS THIS ABOUT THE PIZZA?!" He shouted in a panic.

Manhunter looked confused, dropping his uptight demeanor for the more human personality he'd adopted over his many years on earth.
"Uh, no, not exactly, if you've got pizza that'd be great, but this doesn't have anything to do with....whatever you're panicking about." He spoke, taking a seat in front of an assortment of computer monitors before pressing a button. Clips of Shazam's exploits through town displayed on them.
"I brought you here because I'd been keeping an eye on you. You've been doing some good work out in Metropolis, thought I'd tell you that someone out there has taken notice."

Shazam's jaw practically dropped to the floor. To think anyone would take as much notice as that, let alone it be Martian Manhunter of all people flattered him to the point where when he tried to thank J'onn he stumbled and slipped over his words.

"Speaking of pizza, what do you think of oreo pizza?" Asked J'onn, snapping Shazam out of his daze with his casual tone.
"Honestly, that sounds disgusting" replied Shazam. A scowl grew on Manhunters face as he quickly tapped a button on his keyboard, sending Shazam back to the now empty bank. No one calls oreos disgusting.

Shazam looked around the now dark and empty bank, quickly changing back to Billy before exiting and trying to take in the situation. He had no time to before he received an angry text from Gino asking him where he was and that there were still pizzas to be delivered.

Billy hadn't taken account of the time, he was late and in a heap of trouble. He groaned, sprinting out towards Gino's.

Hope this is alright!

[Omega Man]

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[WXer]

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@Omega Man

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[baraquiel]

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@Omega Man

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EDIT: I already sent it to you :D

[Simple Unicycle]

Hoping to finish up my CS today.

[Thecrash20]

WIP

Jakob Todd

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Name
Jakob Todd

Age:
27

Archetype:
Gadgeteer

Personality:
Noble, Hotheaded, Confident, Witty, Ambitious

Character Evolution:
Making the scum of the earth fear the Bat symbol again, finding his old Teacher. Possibly finding a life partner on his way. Basically trying to find Batman and moving towards good with the Justice league. Helping not because Bruce told him too, but because he wants too.

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Powers:

-Advanced Hand to Hand combat and Martial arts
Jakob Todd is a highly skilled combatant, showing his skill in fighting Nightwing and even Batman. He has defeated Tim Drake at Titans Tower. Jakobs's fighting style focuses on brutality, strength, and speed; he is shown to have studied over half-a dozen fighting styles and has proven to be a master of Aikido, Capoeira, Karate, Ninjutsu, Savate, Krav Maga, Kickboxing, and Tae Kwon Do. He has received extensive training from Batman, and after his resurrection, had traveled the world, learning every form of martial arts he could, and the League of Assasins, just as Batman did.

-Acrobatics:
In his training as Robin he has been taught acrobatics. He further practices his abilities as the Red Hood even going so far as to chase the Batman Family around just to test his speed.

-Weaponry:
Having been trained by Batman, Jakob has perfect aim when using batarangs and later, firearms. To increase his skill with firearms he went a step further than Batman on his journey around the world to learn from the masters how to kill a target with different types of guns and receiving training from the League of Assasins. Jakob has also shown to be skilled enough to hold his own against the Green Arrow in a sword fight until he ultimately lost.

-Genius Level Intellect:
Jakob has received excellent education and tutoring from Batman, and thus has extensive knowledge of various subjects, which include Science, Mathematics, Forensic Medicine, Geography, History, and Leadership. He has also proven to be a highly efficient criminal strategist and organizer as the Red Hood

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Equipment:

Utility Belt:
Containing:

• Batarangs
• Explosive Gel
• Bat-Bolas
• Bat Stungun:
• Flash-Bang Grenades
• Tear-Gas Pellets:
• Batclaw, Batrope, Line Launcher, and Grapnel Gun
• Lock Picks
• Rebreather
• Med-Kit
• Explosive Detonator Bombs
• "Boost" Grenades
• Ammunition
• Combat Blades

Dual .45 Handguns: His primary Weapons. Different ammunition is carried, including, but not limited to Rubber bullets, Titanium composite hollow point, Electric rounds, and Armor Piercing.

Red Hood Costume

Similar to the Batman suit, Jakob's version was far more militaristic, with body armor of gray, and a red-domino mask under a metallic red "hood" full cover helmet, and includes a built-in radio transmitter/receiver and Starlite night-vision lenses. Wearing Denim pants with a Utility belt wrapped around his waist. Usually he wears his signature Brown Motorcycle Jacket.

Weaknesses:

-Rage: Jakob has a short temper which can lead to him going into an all out rage. Sometimes it can be a blessing, but more times than not its a curse. Putting him in situations that he eventually would regret.

-Only Human: Jakob is usually out of his league with the other Super Heroes and their natural power. Although he uses technology to help deal with certain scenarios as his teacher Batman had taught him, but sometimes their is little he can do if the situation gets out of hand. What he would give to be able to fly...

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BRIEF Bio:
Jakob was born to Chester and Marley Todd, in a small middle class section of Gotham. With a robbery gone wrong, his Mother was shot and killed. Soon after his Father took his own life, not able to deal with the Murder of his Wife. At age 12 Jakob was left alone. Shortly after he moved with his Uncle that lived in the slums of Gotham. Although he was never around and barley took care of the boy. This made Jakob's life of Vigilante justice take over his world. A mix of ambition to escape the troubled home he now occupied and anger over his Parent's death. Jakob would dress up in all black and with a Red Ski-mask delivering "Justice" to Murders, Muggers, and Drug Dealers. Usually breaking a few of their bones or outright killing them. Eventually this caught up with him as word had been spread quick that a Red masked stranger was putting Black Mask's goons in the Hospital. A kill squad was made and a trap was set for the Boy. Luckily for Jakob, he only lost a few teeth before Batman coincidentally found him and saved his life. With no where to go and awe struck by Batman's performance. He asked to joined the Masked vigilante. Batman took him in. Finding pity in his history of his parents closely resembling his own. Making Jakob his new Robin.

Jakob proved to be a excellent Robin. Learning quick and becoming a real assistance to Batman. His Brutal ways were cured with non-lethal take downs, techniques, and teaching. He was one of the best Robins Batman had to Honor of tutoring. Was one of the best... While Batman and Jakob were moving in what seemed like a bank Robbery, Batman and his Student had fell in a trap. Batman was disabled and his student captured by the Unknown. A few days after him being captured, Batman found where he thought Jakob was being held. After fighting his way through the building and finally to a lone Room. Only a Blow up doll laid sitting in a bloody chair. A USB taped to its arm that contained the recording of the brutal torture and killing of Jakob Todd. Black Mask making a appearance to deliver a message to Batman. "Strange... You can save everyone in Gotham, besides your pretty little bird! HAHAHAHAH!".

Batman assumed he was dead for years, but in reality Jakob was brought back to life by the Lazarus Pit. Jakob first memory after he was killed was him training under a few unknown characters. That never gave their names. Slowly bringing back the style of fighting that Batman had once thought him. Although more brutal and more emphasis of killing the opponent then just disabling them. Advanced weapons training was also included which was never given to him as Robin. After the training was complete they left Jakob in Gotham with a piece of paper with a name on it. "Foedus Autem Sicarii". His Mental state and personality took a complete 180. Before the kind and merciful Robin, had been turned to a ruthless pitiless Murderer. His first order of business was to take down the ones that killed him. The Mob Boss Black Mask. At the end he was stopped by Batman and sent to Arkham Asylum. He had been treated better than most of the other inmates there. Batman having the Idea of rehabilitating him back to his old self. Indeed he was brought back into the light, but not entirely. Once the opening arrived he broke out of the Asylum.

Many years past before he had returned back to Gotham. Stories that only he knew and rarely shared with anyone. Eventually coming back to Bruce to ask for his forgiveness and giving him his Thanks for returning him to himself. For more or less. Returning to the life of a Vigilante in his own right. Helping the Needy and Punishing the Evil. Even if his methods were brutal. He made himself a part of the Batman Family once again. Helping Bruce whenever he needed it. Although usually sticking to his own business.

Sample Post

"Are you sure, or positive?" Jakob asked. Squeezing the Glass of Whiskey harder in his hand until cracks formed. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa there Hood!" The shady figured nervously said. Putting his hands in front of him with Palms faced at Jakob, showing signs of honesty. This wasn't the first or he had been an informant for The Red Hood. Even with working with him so long he still feared the Hood like any other criminal in the street. "Come on! You know I'm good for it..."

Jakob had been tracking down the New Crime Boss known as, The Purple Domino in this part of UpTown Gotham. He has been keeping his hand's personally clean. To bad his Dealers and muggers have gotten a little too close to some High schools in the nearby area. Either selling Drugs to the kids or beating them into new recruits. Jakob had a special kind of hate for these Criminals. A hate that would only wane with their existence wiped off the face of this Earth. Although The Hood had been playing it cool like Bruce wanted. Just roughing them up enough for the PD to find their bodies tied up to near by Lamp Posts. He had been keeping down his Brutal antics.

Their was Silence for a moment. It seemed to last minutes to the pleading Gangster. Finally Jakob stood up from his chair. The Wood frame harshly scraped against the Tile floor it stood on. The Bar they were in was as garbage as it smelled. Only the two were there, the other Criminals went running the moment they saw Jakob's Red Mask. With a Smile he tossed the Man a stack of cash, fitting his mask back on his head.
"See you around Jimbo... Trust me." Jakob promised before walking out of their meetup spot.

Jimbo had sent him to what seemed to be a Abandoned Mine. The Criminals always picked something abandoned to stage out of. It was almost obvious. This time instead of the usual Warehouse, it had been an dead mining shaft. A nice change of pace. Even though he was used to sneaking around. All the old creeks of ancient steel beams made him jumpy. Now he only had to deal with Bats and the Echos of god knows what. Hopefully the Domino's Goons screaming for their Mommies will drown it out.

A knock was heard on the Metal door that covered the main Mining Cave. The two Men around it raised their Rifles out of reflex. Training them straight at the Door. They weren't told anyone was coming down... The first one slowly moved to the Door, sliding open the View port to see who was waiting outside. No one was. The Goon raised his right eyebrow in confusion. It was made clear to him after a few seconds what was waiting on the other side by a low beep heard in front of him. Before he could clear the door it was blown out of its hinges and sent flying forward. The one behind the Door was knocked clean out. Less than a second had past before the other one began to fire wildly where the door once was. Emptying a Magazine just to put another again and waste it. After a few more seconds the dust cleared up and again nothing was on the other side. The Goon had ran scared to a nearby table, hoping to grab his Radio. Before he was able to reach for it, a Bola was wrapped around his legs and he tripped. Hitting his head on the table and knocking out. Out of the Shadows, The Red Hood appeared. He walked up slowly to the table with the Radio on it. Observing the surroundings just in case another one was hiding scared. By the time he reached the table, it hit him. Their was no other exits or entrances. It was a just a large cavernous room. His eyes widen as he felt his gut tell him what he already knew. This was a Trap...

Behind him a Single man stood. He wore a Dark Purple suit, with several augmentations to his arms. Jakob wasn't sure what they could do, but could definitely tell they were cyborg. The Man's face was full of scars with a chiseled chin and wearing a top hat that matched his suit. "Oh so you made it!!! You know you had caused me quite some trouble recently. I didn't think anyone so... Capable would fall into this trap that easy!". Jakob smirked under his Mask. He was right. He got careless and sloppy, but nothing he couldn't get himself out of. "Are you sure I'm the one trapped? Cause from this angle it's me versus you. Trust me when I say, you better have an Army outside that Hole if you think you're going to stop me." Jakob boldly stated as he drew one of his Handguns. The Purple Domino chuckled before responding "Which Hole? The one Behind me or the one Under you?"

Jakob was about to question the man before the Cavern Collapsed all around him. He fell fast into the Darkness, quickly firing his Grapple gun, but to no use. The rock it hit fell with him. Then everything went Black. When he awoke he was enraged. The area he seemed to had fell looked familiar, but he couldn't put his finger on it. This just increased his anger. He stood up and dusted himself, before punching a hole in the nearest wall. "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!!" he screamed out before delivering another blow to the wall. He let himself get cocky and now he was here. Wherever this was. Domino got away and the next time he would be found it would take months. Especially that he now knows he is being tracked down. Although he probably had an idea when he set up the trap...

After taking a minute to gather himself, Jakob began walking around this new area. His weapons drawn and ready. It didn't take long for him to figure out this was the Justice League's HQ. Jakob sighed at the discovery. The only time he had came to Metro city was when Bruce brought him. He had only done that when he really needed help. "Ugh, great. One of those 'Meta-Freaks' brought me here. Well I'm here! What the hell do you want!?" Jakob yelled out at the empty corridors. Of course, nothing answered him. Well it looked like it was time for him to find someone who would.

[Simple Unicycle]

And it is finished.

The Question Vol. 2

Name:
Victor 'Vic' Sage (born Charles Victor Szasz)
Alias:
The Question
Age:
30 (born March 15th, 1988)
Personality:
Determined ? Bitter ? Snarky ? Curious ? Eccentric
Archetype:
Gadgeteer
Abilities/Gadgets:
Skilled Martial Artist: The Question is a skilled martial artist, having trained under Richard Dragon for a time. He also utilizes his former fighting style of dirty tricks and pragmatism, making him truly a force to be reckoned with.
Indomitable Will: Adding onto that last part about the Question being a force to be reckoned with, this extends to his willpower. He was able to drag himself out from the bottom of a river in the middle of winter, all after taking a brutal beating and being shot in the head by an air gun. Yes, he had help from Lady Shiva once he made it to the shore, but it doesn't change the fact that he's a damn resilient guy.
Master Detective: Though not on par with the Dark Knight, the Question is still a masterful investigator, able to spot the smallest of clues and make deductions from minuscule findings.
Tech Savvy: Again, though not on par with Batman, the Question also has a knack for technology. Primarily, his knowledge extends to hacking and managing the defense systems of Metro Tower; he knows little to none about the hardware aspect of technology.
Grappling Hook: The go-to mode of transportation for gadgeteers, able to scale large distances or buildings by just aiming and pushing a button.
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.
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. Add to this his snarky attitude, and people aren't very willing to put up with him most of the time.
Appearance:
Vic Sage is a tall man who stands at 6'2 and has a very fit, muscular frame, weighing in at 189 pounds. He has short blond hair and icy blue eyes, as well as a rather ruggedly handsome face. Most often his attire consists of a suit and tie, which is what he wears to work as an investigative journalist for World Wide Broadcasting.
As the Question, Vic wears a mask made of an artificial skin known as Pseudoderm to mask his identity. The Pseudoderm is bonded to his face using a special gas, which is usually in an aerosol spray can. It also changes the color of his hair from blond to black by reacting with chemicals he sprays in his hair. Most often he wears a suit, trenchcoat, and fedora; however, on multiple occasions he has been known to wear street clothes instead.
Character Evolution:
Vic is still essentially an angry boy trapped in a man's body. Rather than go into therapy or something similar to cope with his problems, Vic has instead chosen to bottle up his anger and let it out in short, but powerful, bursts. I'd like to see him grow more as a person as the RP goes on, letting go of his anger and maybe finally understanding Richard Dragon's teachings as well. In addition, maybe an episode featuring Dragon or Lady Shiva or even an episode set in Hub City would be beneficial for the character.
As far as personal relationships, I liked the dynamic that Question and Blue Beetle had and hope to see more of that. Romance isn't a priority for this character, but if it happens naturally over the course of the RP then it happens.
Altered History:
This version of the Question has been changed up quite a bit, being three years older (and as such active for another three years) and having had his physical appearance altered drastically. He has trained with Richard Dragon after being 'killed' by Lady Shiva, but rather than adopting the Zen-like philosophy he took on in the comics it only served to make him angrier and more bitter than ever.
Recommended Background Leaguer:
Booster Gold
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 her anger out on him, and she ensured that Charlie had the best life that she could provide.

However, outside of home, Charlie was frequently the target of bullying and scorn due to his mother's profession and origin within the slums. Most of the time, Charlie 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 Charlie'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 never spent longer than a few weeks with a foster family, and Charlie spent the rest of his childhood and adolescence there.

At eighteen, Charlie was let go from the home. He did his best to track down his mother, only to discover that she had died two 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 Charlie never had. With Tot's help, Charlie got into college and graduated with a major in journalism.

He got a job at Hub City's biggest news station, World Wide Broadcasting, at the age of 22, and became an investigative journalist at the age of 24. Due to most people's inabilities to pronounce his last name, he changed his name to Victor Sage, or just Vic Sage, as a sort of stage name. Eventually, however, it stuck, and even people in his personal circle just called him Vic.

At 25, 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 bring Twain to justice since the police would not owing to 'lack of evidence', but he 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 Twain down, 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 Vic gave this alter-ego a name: The Question. And so, the faceless vigilante as we know him was born, and Hub City was never the same.

A year and a half ago, Vic was bested by the assassin Lady Shiva after deciding to go after her contractors at the time. He was beaten half to death by her and shot in the head with an air gun by a random mook before being dumped in a river. Miraculously, he survived with Shiva's assistance, and was taken to Richard Dragon in order to be trained. He did so, honing his skills, but did not manage to grasp Dragon's philosophical teachings and as a result just became angrier and more bitter. Now, armed with training in the martial arts, the Question is more dangerous than ever before and is just a powder keg waiting to go off.

It was around the time he returned to Hub City after training with Richard Dragon that he joined the Justice League, and he has stuck with them since. He has been of great help to the team, and was crucial in deducing the Society's goal for their first few attacks. The entire year, through thick and thin, the Question has been there, and plans on being there for another year and beyond that.
Notes:
This interpretation of the Question differs from the one in the original game, being more sociable and snarky and having more experience. He's less Rorschach, less JLU Question, and more the O'Neil characterization of Question before he was trained by Richard Dragon.
Vic's press pass.
The Question's grappling gun.
Sample Post:

Sample Post

A man finds himself in a dark bedroom late one night, searching for answers.

Who am I?

His name is Victor Sage. He is 30 years old. He is an anchorman for World Wide Broadcasting.

Not recalled, provided. Who are my parents?

His parents are Walter and Charlotte Sage.

What do they look like?

... His father is tall and muscular with a big bushy greying black beard and a full head of greying black hair, his mother was tall for a woman with a petite frame and long black hair he remembers braiding as a chi-

Ages?

... 54 and 51 respectively. His mother jokes that his father will die any day now because of all the cigarettes he smo-

Wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong. Try again. Who am I?

His birth name is Victor Szasz. His professional name is Vic Sage, due to his uncommon last name. He is 30 years old. He is an investigative journalist and anchorman for World Wide Broadcasting.

Who are my parents?

... He does not know his father because he died before Victor was born, however he knows his father's name was Walter and his mother is Charlotte Szasz.

What does she look like?

... She is tall for a woman with a petite frame and black hair in a pixie cut.

Age?

... 51.

What does she do for a living?

She is a retired hair styl-

Wrong. Who am I?

His birth name is Charles Victor Szasz, however he changed his name to Vic Sage, due to his uncommon last name. He is 30 years old. He works as an investigative journalist for World Wide Broadcasting.

Who are my parents?

He doesn't know anything about his father apart from his name, Walter. His mother is Charlotte Szasz.

What does she look like?

She was tall for a woman with a petite frame and blond hair in a pixie cut.

Age?

She would be 51 this year, however she died at the age of 37.

Cause of death?

Murdered.

By who?

Her pimp.

What did she do for a living?

She was a prostitute.

Enough dillydallying. Who am I, really?

He is the Question.

That's right. Now make me remember everything.

He is 12. He remembers long, cold nights in a boys' home, often lying awake at night just listening to the rumbles of his empty stomach. He went hungry because he wasn't good enough for food today.

He is 18. He remembers long, cold nights in an abandoned apartment complex, often lying awake at night just listening to the rumbles of his empty stomach. He went hungry because he couldn't scrape together enough money from his begging for food today.

He is 19. He remembers the feeling of bones breaking against his knuckles as he pummeled a drug dealer for selling him bad acid. He had bought the acid to experiment and found himself faced with a psychedelic version of his life up until now. It scared him.

He is 26. He remembers long, cold nights in Hub City, walking through the streets and alleys of the hellhole looking for criminals to pummel to a pulp. He went on because he felt if he didn't no one else would.

He is 28. He remembers a girl that was maybe four or five, frail little body covered in black and blue bruises from a belt, and carrying her away from the equally bruised and battered body of her unconscious father.

He is 29. He remembers the feeling of hitting the cold water and sinking, his ears ringing, his body broken and battered, but using his good arm (or at least not as horribly broken arm) he begins to swim to the shore.

He is 30. He remembers being in the lounge of the Metro Tower before falling into this nightmare.

In the blink of an eye, he finds himself going from the dark bedroom to sitting on a couch in Metro Tower's lounge. The Leaguers nearby are all frozen, and sitting next to him is the also frozen form of Scarlet Scarab, his half-formed statement about something the R&D department at Kord Industries is working on not leaving his lips.

He finishes up his mental countdown. Two minutes and twenty one seconds to break the illusion.

The Question awakens a choice number of Leaguers (Scarlet Scarab would be nursing that black eye for a week) to help him figure out what's happening. They rooted the problem out, and discovered that it was an alien lifeform that puts its prey in a docile state by trapping them in an illusion of a perfect world before devouring them.

"Well, that was a plot worthy of Star Trek." The Question comments, before heading to his room to retire for the night.

[ColouredCyan]

@Omega Man, Mind if I adapt a character from another RP? I never got to play her.

Michelle Diggby

Name: Michelle Diggby

Alias: Ragnarok (Old)

Age: 27

Personality: Passionate, Extroverted, Risk Taker, Positive, Short-fused

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers & Weaknesses: (Patho)Telekinesis - Michelle borrows kinetic energy from the environment and redirects it to other targets, however its not done through conscious thought and careful consideration but emotions. The intensity of such feelings dictates the range of both the kinetic energy can be stolen at and reproduced, and how efficient the conversion is. This limits what can be effected by her powers, objects she can't or don't have feelings about are immune to her powers, e.g. Stuff she doesn't care or know about, objects she can't perceive because they are invisible or moving too fast.

Appearance: Shelly is 5'3" with curly shoulder length dark brown hair, usually tied up behind her right ear with an aging, but still functioning, fluffy Miffy scrunchy. Exceptionally dark green eyes adorn her tan face, dark enough that without good light its tough to see where pupil ends and iris begins. An innocent button nose betrays her age, however her personality will set you straight again.
Day-to-day Wardrobe: Comfy Clothes or Business Casual, depending on the situation.
Costume: Domino Mask and Large Poncho.

Character Evolution: Gain more control of her powers. Become a better hero.

BRIEF Bio: Michelle is an Office Administrator for a small tech company based in Gotham, and she'd tell you there was little remarkable about her, just a downtown girl trying to make ends meet. Ragnarok however would've describe herself as a "retired" "supervillian", by "retired" she means narrowly escaped capture from the Teen Titans and by "supervillian" she means superpowered teen pushing her luck attempting to satisfy her own selfish desires. After a particularly close encounter, a haitus from villianry became very enticing. A short haitus became a career in Admin, rent and food wasn't going to pay for itself.

Notes:

Sample Post:
Shelly was not in her office anymore, she knew this because her office did not possess several gigantic holo-displays as much as the tech boys desperately wanted them. They didn't have a huge desk either, they didn't have a single room big enough for it, and certainly not one emblazed with the Justice League logo...on...it. The panic set in slowly, her mind still reeling from trying to process being teleported, had she finally been caught? Had her past attempted crimes finally caught up with her? Her heart began to race and her senses began to heighten as the adrenaline began to course though her body. Which door where they going to strut smugly though? Was she going to give them a chance to monolog? Could she even? There was so little moving in this room to borrow from, maybe thats why they picked it! Shelly slunk to back the room, grip tightening around her stapler. Any moment now...

"Beep", Shelly whispered as she jabbed the door button. It shone red again for an instant before fading back to nothing. This was worse than the bus to work, more torturous than that old crappy fax machine, on par with the doctors!Shelly sighed. Waiting is torture.

"Beep"
"Beep"
"Beep"

Suddenly, a devious thought raced across her mind. It had taken Shelly long enough, but she hatched a brilliant plan. Shelly laboured her breathing, pretended her eyes were getting heavy,and pushed the open door with less and less gusto. Each "Beep" became further and further apart, until she hadn't the strength to even hold herself up. Shelly slumped by the door just under the switches, eyes closed, pretending to be critically ill with something that might get them to act a little quicker. The perfect ruse. Time past, not a lot of time, but enough for the Great Firebrand Ragnorok to encounter a gaping flaw in her masterplan, now she couldn't even entertain herself pressing the button.Beep. Nope, it wasn't the same without the flash of scarlet. It was something though.

Beep.

[NecroKnight]

Lizard

Name: Jessica Jester (Jones)

Alias: Lizard

Age: 21

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

Archetype: Metahuman

Powers: Water breathing, tough skin, inhuman strength.

Weaknesses: Aggression, cold, carnivore

Appearance:

Jessica

Character Evolution: Superhero boyfriend? Check. Family issues solved? Check. Fight crime?

Altered History: Going steady with Champion. Finished dealing with her biological father, Killer Croc - having that chapter in her life closed and finished.

Recommended Background Leaguer: Atom

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.

...In her time, as a member of the Justice League - she has met and gotten almost mangled, met a rather shy but lovable hero that she eventually started dating and has become the League' aquatic fighter.

Notes: Has been going steady with Champion, teaching each other new tricks and backed-up whenever necessary. The duo have improved their team-work and combined attack strategies. She also has a deeper secret, that none beyond Champion knows about.

Sample Post:

Jessica coughed, as she finally smashed the sledgehammer down onto the head of Killer Croc, knocking him out finally - breaking the tool into pieces, before throwing away the broken handle. That fight had taken more out of her, than she initially thought. For being a walking-talking alligator-man, the supervillain could take more punishment - that anybody she had seen before.

She didn't stay around for long - soon diving into the water, of the formerly abandoned and now destroyed port. Her tail and body gliding easily through the water, as she searched for her beloved. Killer Croc had contacted her - a few days ago. Having called her to 'tell her the truth'.

Suffice to say - Lizard expected some kind of trap - being contacted out of the blue and by a wanted felon no less. Hence why she had brought back-up in the form of her boyfriend, Champion. They couldn't also ignore Killer Croc - whom had been holding several construction workers hostage, in a nearby warehouse. Promising to kill them, if Lizard hadn't come here. Needless to say, she came - and then was rather shocked to learn, her...origin.

Lizard was the daughter of Killer Croc - or rather a rape-child, conceived by the villain. Unfortunately whatever he had come to get - Lizard would not be joining Killer Croc in his quest for vengeance. Nor join as some bastard apprentice. She was her own woman, her own hero - despite sharing the same blood, they didn't share the same opinion nor ideals about humans. Thus, she was willing to fight and bring in her own biological father. Although, she had long made peace with her mother' father - and Waylon Jones had never been her father to begin with.

The bastard had been clever, Lizard had to admit to that - he immediately blinded both with some tear gas and flash-bangs. Then proceeded to knock out Champion first - him being the most obvious threat, had chained him to a tanker' anchor and dropped him to the bottom of the port. Needless to say - while she had been holding back before, NOBODY hurt her love and lived. Killer Croc soon was taught - that the one thing, they had in common was their bloodrage. In-general, Lizard had ALOT to be angry at that moment and focused on - more than Killer Croc had. He took way more damage, from the lithe and agile Lizard - then he could dish back at her.

'Come on, come on - love. Don't you dare float away on the currents on me. I'd never hear the end of it, from your parents. I am not dying a widow here. Understand?' thought Lizard to herself. Hoping that he might somehow had psychic powers and be able to contact her. Although, that might also be bad in the other way.

With those thoughts in her mind, she soon located Champion' unconscious form at the bottom of the sand-bed. The woman, swimming up to him - and quickly did the only thing she could think of to provide him with oxygen and try to get the water out of his lungs. Although, that resulted with Champion - waking-up and namely being lip-locked underwater with his girlfriend. Who was the literal breath in his body in this unique circumstance.

'Hope you like the taste of tuna and seawater,' she giggled against the Kiss of Life, soon helping him get the chain off his neck and helping to swim the back to the surface. They had a lot of damage to report on and some workers to rescue from a dusty-old warehouse.

Although, once they surfaced for air - they soon enough felt themselves being pulled away. Just as suddenly as it happened, they soon felt solid ground under them. As Lizard looked around and saw they were back at HQ.

"Okay...what was that?" she asked, soon spitting out the water that had been in her body, as she soon shook her head and hair. Something was strange - neither of them had hit the 'Recall' on them. So why where they back here so suddenly?

[Thecrash20]

Shhhh. Nevermind...