[OOC] Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

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"Hey, I'm trying my best here. That's what matters, right?"

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:
He doesn’t have a costume outside of a mask and street clothes. Things get too damaged around him to spend money on something fancy.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.

Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Please provide a short description for each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Mobility: Depends. He can launch himself at massive speeds by jumping, but has no mobility once he does so. Probably 5x a regular person’s at running.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: What a regular 20 something would have access to in Lost Haven.

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes. See above.

Sample post skipped due to acceptance in Season 2.

@Kaithas

You're good, you can just go ahead and post it in the character tab

[Dezuel]

On the Verge of godhood

Character you have created: Milliard S. Leigher
Alias: Verge
Speech Color: Gold
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Milliard Silvio Leigher (prounounce: Mill-I-ard Sil-vio-Lay-err)
Character Personality: Milliard views himself as the liberator of the world, the rightful protector and the only one fitting to guide the world forwards to it's future. He despises humankind but holds animals in a general higher regard, especially dogs. Milliard is a very determined and steadfast person, he is also very reserved in his person and doesn't like people touching him. He will likely not shake hands with you or even stand very close to you unless he has to or is in a fight. He is cunning, manipulative and relentless in his pursuits to make progress, while at times he may present himself as kind, merciful and just. Whereof that is true or not depends fully on who you are, or maybe what you are. He does not approve of sadistic people, neither is he amused by sarcasm or sassy behaviour. He does however greatly appreciate irony and thinking of the natural world, plantlife aswell as animals of various kinds.

He doesn't feel bad for killing humans in battle as he considers it to be showing them mercy, he highly dislike seeing suffering and generally does what he can to prevent it. Even if the one suffering is a human, he has compassion but it is for the earth and the natural world mainly, which he considers humankind does not belong to. When faced with religious people he keeps up the belief that he is in fact 'the chosen one', and that their god(s) are false and has been unable to save the earth. When it comes to those of superhuman abilities, Milliard bears not the same hostility towards them as with those who are human or display very minor superhuman skills. The young man considers them to be in a sense just like him. Thus it would not be a surprise if he may spare a fellow superhuman from death or serious injury if the person has not been irredeemable in his eyes. He notices in general good people, but often he does not agree with their ways at all, prefering to take action rather than diplomacy. Ultimately he does not believe humans can co-exist with those that have superhuman powers, neither should humans exist at all according to him.

Uniform/costume: Tan colored suit, black tie, white shirt and black shoes (All eco friendly). When in costume he wears a tight longsleeved black shirt, tight black pants, black boots and black gloves (Again all eco friendly). Usually he also wears an armor made of diamond outside of it and a sword made out of diamond aswell, formed by his own powers.
Origin Info/Details: Milliard never knew his parents, he was left as an infant at an orphanage in Los Angeles, to which he ran away from when he had gotten older. Living on the streets was tough, and he generally saw the darker kinds of humankind. Especially during the nights, whereof he kept himself out of harms way, he early began to despise humanity. Whereof it had to do what his parents did to him, or the evil he saw during the nights when he was homeless. The youngling made his living by 'borrowing' things belonging to shopkeepers, usually these things involved food, drinks or other necessary things. Things finally looked up for him as he was affected by the dome of energy created by Doctor Diplodoc, the scientist who created the serum to make humans into something else. Milliard didn't know how long he had been exposed to it until he was awakened by a group of thugs causing a ruckus, whereof they noticed him and grapped him. One of the thugs brandished a knife and threatened to carve him up if he told anyone what he may have seen or heard, out of a mix of anger and pure reflex he raised his hands on seeing the blade of the knife glimmering. What soon followed was a blast of raw energy and light, which knocked the thugs back to the ground and Milliard landed on his back, getting slowly to his feet he looked at his hands brimming with glowing light and at the look of the faces of those having seen it, the thugs were certainly surprised and one of them yelled out that they should get out of there, that the boy was one of those 'freaks'. What was this power? He didn't know at the time, but time would indeed reveal many things for him.

The leader of the thugs saw this as an opportunity, perhaps one where he could sell him at highest bidder to some underground boss. The leader drew a gun out of the back of his pants, hidden under his jacket and pointed it at the young man, while he approached to place a hand on the young man's shoulder. The man had told him that he should come with them, that he had someone to introduce him to. Milliard wanted nothing to do with this, and if there was something he hated it was when someone was placing their hand on him. The young man had quickly reached out to grab the wrist of the gunwielding thug, who looked abit surprised at this.

"Get your hands off me!" Milliard had screamed out, what soon followed was a large flash of light. When the light finally faded, the thug was gone, it was as if he had been disintigrated at the spot. The remaining thugs fled soon after with their panic ridden faces. As for the young man, he dwelled on what had just happened, realizing he had indeed killed that man. He knew that he was no longer powerless, he had been given a gift and to not use a gift when one had it was indeed to spit fortune in the face. The young man soon realized just what manner of powers he had been given, and with this power came also deeper conviction and belief that he had been selected. To right all that was wrong with the world, the thug which had grabbed him were just the first. Even if he had dwelled on what had happened to him, and coming to the realization that the thug had been killed by his power alone. There was no turning back. There never was.

A young man without a past, a present which was rotten... the future was the only thing remaining. It would have to do, and he would make certain to use this newfound power to make the future how it should be. How it must be. The young man found himself able to create crystals and other things, not only the pure light that was engulfing him. The ability to create diamond and other valuable things came to use for him, he sold them locally is small amounts to not attract too much attention. Some were sold to jewelers, and some were sold to thugs who wanted to make an easy coin. Given the money needed, the young man saw to outfit himself better, getting an attire to make him appear as if he came from a rich family. Looks could get you far in the world, far enough that some would turn a blind eye when doing minor illegal things. As time passed his customers became more and he increased his wealth, but to attain money had never been in his interest. It was just a stepping stone to get where he needed to be. And after time he was able to procure himself a home, bribing a man to pose as his father. How far one could go by using peoples greed, it was a thing he would never forget. It was a thing he couldn't forget. If there was anything he knew, it was that people were greedy and selfish things. He had no love for any of them. They were all disgusting and shallow.

Having procured himself a home, a mansion to be precise was indeed going to aid in his plans for the future, his hired 'father' figure was soon relieved of his duty and all service personell were dismissed. He wanted as little as possible to do with them. They were so unlike him, at first it was only in behaviour he thought but now it was even more apparent. There were two different kinds of mankind. Whereof he had been selected as one of the new. It didn't take him long to get underway in creating an underground vault under his home, using his newly given earth powers he moved rocks, stones and dirt as he desired. The very earth bending and shaping under his will. He also knew that there was being out there who was watching him, who had bestowed a part of his power to him. He knew not much of it, nor did he think it was as important as cleansing the world.

The vault underneath the mansion soon came to be a vast and hollow place, it's walls reinforced by all manner of stone, crystal and gems. Like massive square like cave, this would be the perfect place to test and master his powers. The power to reshape not only the earth... but everything. Though he couldn't be underground all the time, nor within the mansion which was offputting to him. But it was a means to remain undisturbed by neighbours and other people. Other people which he hated so very much. Nature was another matter. He had learnt to use his powers to quickly locate himself outside of the city, to where there was more wildlife and the air was different. Soon it would all be just like it...

Season 1/2 Summary: Having bought himself a mansion using diamonds and gold created by his powers, Millard spent his time training his powers in a specially made chamber in his home.
Hero Type: Energy/Psychic
Power Level: City level -> World level (If left to his devices)
Powers:Attributes (Select one at each category):

- Light creation and manipulation: Assortment of beams, orbs and cone shaped attacks of light for devastating results. He may also imbue objects with light energy or channel his powers through them like his armor and sword that he normally would be equipped with. His light powers can easily penetrate concrete and tank armor, providing he has not been completely exhausted, weakened or somehow nullified. Often he creates orbs of light which follow him around like small (tennisball size) floating wisps. Sometimes he may create a blinding light aswell using these powers, while it does not cause any damage it may be difficult for others to see through it with normal eyesight.
- Light absorption (Active defense): Milliard may chose to activate a defense which allows him to absorb various sources of light energy. This remains active until he choses to deactivate it.
- Photoportation: Milliard may teleport himself to a place he has a clear recollection of or to a place within his vision. The former is more taxing than the latter. The latter he uses in battle, the former very seldomly so. Only if he really needs to get out of his position. This power does not work in areas of complete darkness unless there's a source of light.
- Light empowerment (Activation, then passive for one hour or until renewed): Milliard's strength, durability, endurance and speed is increased when empowered by light for up to an hour unless renewed. Which he may have administered to himself or gotten through Light absorption. The empowerment manifests itself as shining wings of golden light. This empowerment does not blind others from seeing him.
- Ageless: Does not physically age, but may still be affected by damage, virus, poisons or illness.
- Light healing: An out of battle kind of healing which allows him to mend his wounds, scratches and fleshwounds get healed quickly while deeper wounds take longer time. When it comes to broken bones they are the trickiest to restore as that takes days and much effort to heal.
- Earth creation and manipulation: He may crease rocks, dirt, crystals and various minerals and also manipulate to his desire in shape and purpose. Such as being able to use rocks and dirt to create a hill or a plataeu. He usually uses crystals as prisms for his light powers. Milliard may also manipulate pre-existing earthly materials like dirt, rocks, crystals etc.
- Seismic sense (Active ability): May sense movement in the ground if he reaches out to 'connect' with it. Other earth manipulators may however hinder this from working properly. He also cannot use it while flying or hovering.
- Earthquake: A channel ability which is very taxing on him both mentally and physically, but given enough time he could potentially level an entire city if left alone for too long. It would first be a slight tremble in the earth, then gradually shake more and more until things would start to fall in on itself.
- Indomitable mind: If the determination of the young man were not enough on their own, that he also has access to psychic abilities further reinforces his mind against attacks of it's kind.
- Photo-Telekinesis: While he normally can shoot beams and orbs of light with his light creation and manipulation, photo-telekinesis allows him to bend his own beams when he wishes to, with abit of an effort ofcourse. It isn't as effortless as shooting his regular beams of light into his crystals but it gives him a tool to use to catch foes possibly unawares after a possible evade.
- Photokinetic flight: Bestows the ability to fly or hover, his body slightly glows abit when he does, not enough to blind or anything.
- Geokinesis: Milliard generally uses geokinesis to move the things he has created via earth manipulation, these can be both rocks or various types of crystals. Which Milliard uses for both defense and offense. The crystals serve as relays for his beams and orbs of light, causing them to bounce inbetween them and around corners to strike from various angles. Rocks serve more use as a physical type of attack or to block enemy attacks. While he may be able to create and manipulate sand with his earth manipulation, he generally will not do it as it does not synergize well with his light manipulation. Crystals and rocks manipulated by geokinesis may hover around him if he desires.
- Geo-shockwave: When standing on the ground he may manipulate the earth to shoot out of the ground in a wave-like manner at quite the force.

Height: 168cm
Weight: 55kg
Strength: Normal human (12 tons when empowered)
Endurance: Normal human (x20 times normal endurance when empowered)
Durability: Normal human (Able to resist tank shells and gunfire when empowered )
Mobility: Up to supersonic (Beyond supersonic when empowered)
Intelligence: Shrewd
Fighting Skill: Self-trained style
Resources:

High (Precious mineral creation buisness)

Weaknesses:

- Regular human weakness of having to eat, drink, sleep, breathe and so forth.
- Powerful sonic attacks may shatter his crystals, sword and armor (if he wears it).
- When not empowered by his light powers he is aside from his speed comparable to a normal human.
- Milliard is overambitious and overconfident at times.
- Overly kind and persistant people (Since they may disrupt his view on the world and humankind as a whole and possibly make him doubt his action.)
- May be beaten badly in hand to hand combat or swordsplay by someone whose trained (Martial artists, kendo users, fencers etc)

Supporting Characters: None currently
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yep!
Sample Post:

The basement was dark, water dripped down along the pipes that were going along the ceiling, bringing water to the apartments above. The journalist had found herself in more trouble than she would have thought, searching for the next scoop. She was now bound by a wooden chair in a dark room and before her stood a young man dressed in a suit and some small hovering orbs of light circulating around him as if he was the sun and they were the planets. Had she gotten knocked uncouncious when she snuck into the suspicious building? She couldn't remember, but all she knew now was that she was stuck and couldn't reply. All she could do now was to hear what the young man was going to tell her.

"Oh what's that? You wanted to know who I am? I shall grant you this honor as a last wish before you die... My name is Milliard Silvio Leigher, also known as Verge. I was born in the city of angels as the humans call it, seventeen years ago, to parents unknown. An orphan if you wish, they did not want me, and now that I've become old enough, I've realized I didn't need them neither. I suppose it is human nature which causes them to discard things which are inconvienient, troublesome or unwanted. One of those things be guilt, oh they try so hard to avoid feeling that. Even if they have to harm eachother to satisfy their own view of themselves. At some point in the past, I was feeling guilt just like so many of them, was it my fault I was discarded? Unwanted? It wasn't I who abandoned humankind, it is humankind which abandoned me, just like they've abandoned this world.

How long have they killed each other, hunted things for sport, exploited the land, defiled the seas, harvested the forests and made several kind of beings extinct. Yet they think themselves so good and rightious, that they are without any blame, thinking they are the exception to the rule of nature that eventually everything ends. That nothing is eternal. That their own extinction is at the horizon, they seem to discard that as many other things. The only thing which needs to be discarded now is humankind, so that the earth can be restored to how it should be. Just like how mankind was once drowned, as it said in the bible. We of the supreme power are the chosen ones for the Ark, the ones to guide the world forwards. But every Ark needs a Noah. You are looking at him but you are also looking at god... they've become one and the same you see, Noah and he. I shall enlighten these mortals of their wicked ways with purifying light and the wrath of the very earth they've been plaguing for so long. They will join the dinosaurs in the annals of time.

Innocent people? There is no such thing, their hands are tainted with blood and divine judgement is at hand, and I will be the one delivering it. Soon there will be a day of reckoning for everyone, blissful light at the end of their dark tunnel. Isn't that the kindest path to go? Why wait for them to curse and destroy each other and spread unnecessary suffering across the world, and inflict more violations to the earth. The earth must be protected, even if the enemy is humankind. Don't you agree? Hahah... ofcourse not. You would never understand because you are one of them, someone who haven't been given the gift could never hope to understand the meaning behind it. You see... I was given this power not only to be protect and guide this world, there will be evolution through an earthly and shining revolution! Oh what's with that look? Ahh.. you understand the beauty of it now? Whereof you do or not is of no importance.

What is of importance however is that the world is liberated and brought into the gentle light that I will bestow upon it. Oh do you happen to have a dog? Worry not, I shall do my outmost to make certain it will survive what you will not. Dogs are loyal and happy to just be living, whereof you humans are never truly happy. You always strive higher and further up, and it is because of this that I came into contact with the gift. Ironic don't you think? That it is humankind's own hand that is stabbing it in the heart? I find the irony simply glorious. What better way is there for there epitaph, to be destroyed by their own greed and endless desire...

Ahh, but enough of this... I have some work that needs to be done, I shall have elevate a city to a shining new horizon."

The young man shot the orbs towards the woman setting her free from her restraints as the ropes where swiftly cut off by the light energy. "Enjoy your last moments however you wish... soon will come the final goodnight kiss."

Personal theme:

My Hider

youtube.com/watch?v=lsyc7unZVCg

Spent a few days working on this but there it is.

[Dedonus]

Character you have created: Milliard S. Leigher
Alias: Verge
Speech Color: Gold
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Milliard Silvio Leigher (prounounce: Mill-I-ard Sil-vio-Lay-err)

Spent a few days working on this but there it is.

@Dezuel

[Sade Kingfisher]

Replacement Character

Character you have created: Indra Sukhavira

Alias: Apex

Speech Color: Silver

Character Alignment: Walk The Line

Identity: Known to Dullahan, since he was an experiment using Racheli's modified blood.

Character Personality: Just a professional data entrist who had no real aspirations for heroism or villainy. Always believing himself to be worthy of better, greater things, as most people do. Obviously he wanted to be rich and powerful, he wanted to step out and become someone who history would remember, but he never had the confidence and ability.

Suddenly thrust into being a powerful individual, he's nervous, uncertain, and lost. He has no idea how long he's been in a storage chamber, but he's certain that everyone he knows thinks he's dead.

Uniform/costume: Dingy hospital gown and a curtain wrapped around his waist.

Origin Info/Details: Father from India, mother from California. Originally, he was a guy with a mediocre adaptive body superpower. Not sufficient to be a superhero, but just good enough to be noteworthy in most workplace scenarios. He could type faster than anyone else because he'd start growing extra fingers, he could reach higher shelves because he'd get a bit taller, etc. Then shortly after an event where Dullahan obtained a sample that could alter or grant meta abilities he disappeared. Indra was officially declared missing as of a week later, and put into experimentation against his will due to his convenient testing bed of abilities.

The rapid changes to his body were deemed unstable and he was put in stasis and stored in a third party facility with no official connection to Dullahan. The power used by his stasis pod was drawn directly from the city grid illegally and had no paperwork attached to it. Officially speaking, there was no proof of his existence. Until just about five minutes ago when the power went down due to a meteorite striking the building.

Season 1/2 Summary: Being experimented on, put in stasis due to instability during testing.

Hero Type: Shape Shifter

Power Level: Street Level to Cosmic

Powers:
Constant Adaptation: Apex exists in a state of constant evolution, every single aspect of the world around him is constantly being evolved in real time to deal with in the best way possible. An example of this adaptation is how his eyes adapt to light, during the day his eyes are smaller and his brow shades his eyes from the sun. During the night his eyes are larger and mimic those of predatory animals. This adaptation does not follow the laws of physics in regards to where the adaptations come from. If his bones need to be made out of iron, iron will replace the calcium of his bones. If he has to be heavier, size and mass will form in his body.

Claws, fangs, horns and spikes can grow from any point on his body. His skin changes color depending on exposure to sunlight and surrounding environment. Exactly like a cuttlefish his skin can change to match texture and color around it, were he to need to hide himself.

His posture also adjusts itself depending on how he intends to move. Walking long distances he'll remain totally upright, but his arms and legs will morph to be longer and he'll drop to all fours.

These are just examples, there are obviously more, but detailing every adaptation to every scenario is impossible.

Attributes:

Height: Variable, generally fluctuates between 5'4" and 6'5" depending on crowd density. Smaller size in large crowds, larger size in less populated areas.

Weight: Variable, fluctuates within the weight to a range of 150 to 230 lbs unless need for weight arises.

Strength: Beyond olympic, raises depending on need.

Mobility: Beyond olympic, raises depending on need.

Intelligence: College graduate, generally witty with excellent problem solving skills. Grows better at problem solving skills the less human he is.

Fighting Skill: Exceptional hand to hand combatant, his body adapts to whatever offense he throws at his opponent.

Resources: None whatsoever, is technically homeless.

Weaknesses: His adaptations are uncontrollable, and the more adaptations that he is actively using the less brain power he has. He becomes gradually less and less human, falling into the animal brain and eventually lizard brain. It is also impossible to hide his abilities, conceal his identity, or even fit in with other people as his appearance is constantly shifting.

Supporting Characters:
Racheli: The source from which his power was modified. Not known to him.
Dullahan: The one who modified his power. Only known to him as "A person who experimented on him."

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

Sample Post:
To Indra's knowledge, he'd been on his way home from work. Walking, since it was healthier and his body was better suited for it, he passed his favorite coffee shop and the creepy alleyway right next to it. Suddenly he found himself bound and on a cold steel table where his consciousness flickered in and out. Every time it flickered he could feel his body changing. As if he were actively reacting to some kind of stress or environmental change. The flickering conscious moments stopped abruptly after some time, and there was a long dark silence. If he were thinking during that time he couldn't remember.

Then suddenly the sound of klaxon filled his ears, light and sound, abrupt and shocking. The sound of a fire alarm, the spray of ceiling mounted fire suppressant nozzles, glass shattering as his entire body shifted suddenly and whatever container he was in crashed against the ground in a crystalline clatter of noise and creaking of metal.

Gulping down air as if he'd suddenly been pulled headfirst from the depths of the ocean his eyes frantically scanned the room as he sprawled on the floor, desperately trying to figure out his new and inhuman musculature. His fingers and feet got cut on the glass as he scrambled towards the broken wall at the opposite side of the room. Chaos was outside, Lost Haven was being invaded by aliens? A meteorite hit the building he was in? He reached out and grabbed a fallen curtain and wrapped it around his waist, the uncomfortable breeze making this decision rather than necessity.

"What the fuck?" Was all that he could say.

Here is the more human, more interact-able character.

[Dedonus]

Character you have created: Indra Sukhavira

Alias: Apex

Speech Color: Silver

Character Alignment: Walk The Line

Identity: Known to Dullahan, since he was an experiment using Racheli's modified blood.

@Sade Kingfisher

Here is a seal from Mount Celestia.

[Chrys]

Hi! I would be interested in joining :D
Just gonna try to make up a character now

[Chrys]

Character you have created: Louisa
Alias: Cadence
Speech Color: Chartreuse
Character Alignment: Walking the line
Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Louisa is an easy going and sometimes seeming air headed kind of person. She tends to go with the flow of situations and only really goes against it and starts acting serious when something goes completely against her moral compass. This can happen in situations such as a small child being abused or someone she cares about get hurts, which she will handle vehemently.
On those lines though she hardly lets anyone get truly close to her. Everyone is a friend until they show aggression to her but no one is someone she truly cares for or would often fight for. She would fight but that's more of a I'm just here situation or this looks interesting than actually too much care about the other people. She is also the kind of person that doesn't like unfair fights and would jump in just to help the odds out a bit.

Uniform/costume:
Neon orange crop hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Louisa doesn't know where she is originally from. What she does know that is for as long as she could remember she was within pristine white facilities that stank of antiseptic. Her parents are memories that were lost long ago. All she knew from her upbringing were the adults that led her from test to test, as well as the children she would see from time to time. She knew she had magic from a very young age as the adults around would not let her forget as they tested her capability to her limits as well as trained her in the fighting style of Krav Maga. As a small child with a lisp she found herself hurt and shut off from the rest of the people more often than not. She found herself turning to her imaginary world instead and let her thoughts roam as she dreamed of all the things that could be.
This all ended though when she was fifteen years old and now after having her magical skills acknowledged and the lisp beaten out of her she found herself with growing powers along with a fury that had been held inside for her for much too long. Escaping the facility with just a few causalities on the way out she finally found out that she was in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska.
She has grown up as a nomad, never settling down and staying around for too long. She has made what she could have considered friends but after a few months or a year she would feel the itch to move on again and so she would take whichever way the wind would take her. Eight years later and she has walked, hitch hiked and even teleported her way across the country and has found herself in Maine.

Hero Type:
Mystic- Spell casters and magic users, if you're using any sort of magic then it goes here.

Power Level:
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)

Powers:
Rhyming spells-
Louisa's powers come in the form of vocal spells that rhyme. She can only do these spells vocally and they have to be sentences that not only tell the spell what to do but also the last words have to rhyme.

She has a limited amount of power with her spells. Yes she could probably turn someone inside out if she was angry enough but that will make her faint. She can teleport but only around a city, not from city to city let alone planets.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'4
Weight: 130 pounds
Strength: Slightly below average
Mobility: Slightly above average
Intelligence: Average, mostly street smarts
Fighting Skill: Trained in some Krav Maga
Resources:

Weaknesses:
Take away her voice and she is no longer much of a threat.

Supporting Characters: N/A

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

Cadence

Sample Post:

Post

Green eyes blinking at the sight before her, Lousia turned her head to the side curiously. There in the busy area next to another megalith mall, there stood an area behind fences and warning tape. It seemed to be a long abandoned construction of multiple apartments now boarded up with wooden blanks and stained with un-creative graffiti.
A smile grew on Louisa's face as her feet turned towards the abandoned and decrepit building. A skip and a jump, over some metal fences that no one was watching, she found herself humming as she walked and ran her fingers along the harsh concrete walls that encased the old living situation.
Finding the stone stairs that led up the building, she walked ever upwards until she had decided she was finally high enough. Walking out to the balcony she could see the people of the town, now only small dots, scurrying around like ants. With a relaxed grin, Louisa started to walk along the hallway. Reaching a broken open wooden door, she peaked her head in and knocked on the wood.
"Anyone in?" She cheerfully asked the empty looking room. The only response she got was the sound of the cars passing by the building.
"Guess it looks like I'm all alone," Walking into the building she stepped over the trashed contents of what looked like it had once been the dining room table and chairs, "Hmmmm this won't do at all. Bring the old and ruined, back to new and ...... shit."
Taking a deep breath with closed eyes, she looked back at the apartment, "Take this apartment that is a broken mess and make it into a house for the noblesse. "
The room slowly at first but getting faster as time went along, turned from the abandoned dirt and litter that the home had become into an apartment that was not only clean but was even turning into something people might even say was fit for a queen. Half way through the process though, the floating items stopped and as Louisa fell to her knees, they crashed on to the floor.
Breathing heavily, Louisa looked around her at the apartment with partly scrubbed off graffiti still on the walls but there in front of her stood a brand new table and chairs. "Well close enough..."

[nitemare shape]

Character you have created: Louisa
Alias: Cadence
Speech Color: Chartreuse
Character Alignment: Walking the line
Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Louisa is an easy going and sometimes seeming air headed kind of person. She tends to go with the flow of situations and only really goes against it and starts acting serious when something goes completely against her moral compass. This can happen in situations such as a small child being abused or someone she cares about get hurts, which she will handle vehemently.
On those lines though she hardly lets anyone get truly close to her. Everyone is a friend until they show aggression to her but no one is someone she truly cares for or would often fight for. She would fight but that's more of a I'm just here situation or this looks interesting than actually too much care about the other people. She is also the kind of person that doesn't like unfair fights and would jump in just to help the odds out a bit.

Uniform/costume:
Neon orange crop hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Louisa doesn't know where she is originally from. What she does know that is for as long as she could remember she was within pristine white facilities that stank of antiseptic. Her parents are memories that were lost long ago. All she knew from her upbringing were the adults that led her from test to test, as well as the children she would see from time to time. She knew she had magic from a very young age as the adults around would not let her forget as they tested her capability to her limits as well as trained her in the fighting style of Krav Maga. As a small child with a lisp she found herself hurt and shut off from the rest of the people more often than not. She found herself turning to her imaginary world instead and let her thoughts roam as she dreamed of all the things that could be.
This all ended though when she was fifteen years old and now after having her magical skills acknowledged and the lisp beaten out of her she found herself with growing powers along with a fury that had been held inside for her for much too long. Escaping the facility with just a few causalities on the way out she finally found out that she was in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska.
She has grown up as a nomad, never settling down and staying around for too long. She has made what she could have considered friends but after a few months or a year she would feel the itch to move on again and so she would take whichever way the wind would take her. Eight years later and she has walked, hitch hiked and even teleported her way across the country and has found herself in Maine.

Hero Type:
Mystic- Spell casters and magic users, if you're using any sort of magic then it goes here.

Power Level:
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)

Powers:
Rhyming spells-
Louisa's powers come in the form of vocal spells that rhyme. She can only do these spells vocally and they have to be sentences that not only tell the spell what to do but also the last words have to rhyme.

She has a limited amount of power with her spells. Yes she could probably turn someone inside out if she was angry enough but that will make her faint. She can teleport but only around a city, not from city to city let alone planets.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'4
Weight: 105 pounds
Strength: Slightly below average
Mobility: Slightly above average
Intelligence: Average, mostly street smarts
Fighting Skill: Trained in some Krav Maga
Resources:

Weaknesses:
Take away her voice and she is no longer much of a threat.

Supporting Characters: N/A

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

Cadence

Sample Post:

Post

Green eyes blinking at the sight before her, Lousia turned her head to the side curiously. There in the busy area next to another megalith mall, there stood an area behind fences and warning tape. It seemed to be a long abandoned construction of multiple apartments now boarded up with wooden blanks and stained with un-creative graffiti.
A smile grew on Louisa's face as her feet turned towards the abandoned and decrepit building. A skip and a jump, over some metal fences that no one was watching, she found herself humming as she walked and ran her fingers along the harsh concrete walls that encased the old living situation.
Finding the stone stairs that led up the building, she walked ever upwards until she had decided she was finally high enough. Walking out to the balcony she could see the people of the town, now only small dots, scurrying around like ants. With a relaxed grin, Louisa started to walk along the hallway. Reaching a broken open wooden door, she peaked her head in and knocked on the wood.
"Anyone in?" She cheerfully asked the empty looking room. The only response she got was the sound of the cars passing by the building.
"Guess it looks like I'm all alone," Walking into the building she stepped over the trashed contents of what looked like it had once been the dining room table and chairs, "Hmmmm this won't do at all. Bring the old and ruined, back to new and ...... shit."
Taking a deep breath with closed eyes, she looked back at the apartment, "Take this apartment that is a broken mess and make it into a house for the noblesse. "
The room slowly at first but getting faster as time went along, turned from the abandoned dirt and litter that the home had become into an apartment that was not only clean but was even turning into something people might even say was fit for a queen. Half way through the process though, the floating items stopped and as Louisa fell to her knees, they crashed on to the floor.
Breathing heavily, Louisa looked around her at the apartment with partly scrubbed off graffiti still on the walls but there in front of her stood a brand new table and chairs. "Well close enough..."

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Hey, all! I'm back and will be returning as Miss Megaton in Season 3. Just gotta take some time to get caught up and decide how I want to merge my planned season opener with the big event...

In the meantime, I do have a casting change. Henceforth, the role of April Newton/Miss M will be played by Elizabeth Lail (You, Once Upon a Time).

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[Hound55]

Hey, all! I'm back and will be returning as Miss Megaton in Season 3. Just gotta take some time to get caught up and decide how I want to merge my planned season opener with the big event...

In the meantime, I do have a casting change. Henceforth, the role of April Newton/Miss M will be played by Elizabeth Lail (You, Once Upon a Time).

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@Eddie Brock

Great to have you back!

[nitemare shape]

Glad you're back

[Klumsykrow357]

Alejandro Fernando Roberto Grange:



Speech Color:
Lime Green

Character Alignment:
Walking the line...in more ways than one

Identity:
Only his two friends, sister, and dad know about his powers, but only one friend knows everything that he does with those powers.

Hero Type:

Brick/Gray Matter

Power Level:

City Level

Alias

The Cleaner
Alejandro's day job is as a forensic science technician, but when he's not solving crimes he's covering them up by being a cleaner for the gang that his dad runs. They may be criminals, but they do have standards. Even with those standards however, sometimes things go wrong. When they do, they call Alejandro to make it all disappear and keep heat off of the family.

Muerte
During his free time he becomes a vigilante who keeps the more dangerous criminal elements in check. If someone's dealing drugs to kids, beating up/killing prostitutes, or starting gang wars that would endanger civilians, Alejandro shuts that s**t down. He gives only one warning. If in 24 hours there is no change he takes out all of the leaders of the offending gang as well as anyone who tries to stop him. Anyone left is allowed to flee or start over, but if they try to avenge their fallen comrades or go back to the problem activities then they too will be marked for death. If they run before time is up and try to settle in a different town without stopping the problem activities, Muerte hunts them down anyway.

Character Personality

Alejandro is a multifaceted individual, quite like a gemstone. You have to see multiple sides of him in multiple different lights to get the whole picture of who he is. One side of him is happy-go-lucky, hedonistic, and the life of the party. Another is cold, calculating, and quite capable of murder. He is not a “good” person, but he is a moral one, and is far better than a lot of “bad” people. He is nice to his allies and vicious to his enemies. He is patient and slow to anger, but once he's snapped there is no going back. He is also curious, philosophical, and a hard core people watcher. His pass-times include hanging out in bars/clubs, drinking, hanging out with friends/family, doing deep dives on Wikipedia articles, and night-lighting as an EMT or prostitute depending on what mood he's in.

Uniform/costume

When he is Muerte he wears a black leather jacket over a t-shirt with black leather pants, boots, and fingerless gloves. He also wears a mask that covers his whole head (quite like a wrestler's mask) that has the visage of a Day of the Dead skull on it. This outfit is specially designed to be resistant tearing, stabbing, and fire but is not indestructible.

Origin Info/Details

He was born in Mexico and raised by his mom and stepdad until he was about 8 years old. He had three siblings: an older sister, and two younger ones. He does not have the same father as his sisters due to his mom breaking up with his stepdad for a few years before getting back together with him. Alejandro doesn't know who his father really is. His stepdad resented the reminder that his wife had been with anyone else and abused him physically and verbally. He's been “different” since he can remember. His sisters knew about his powers but he kept it a secret from their parents.

One day his stepdad pissed off some local cartel members and when he refused to back down or apologize the cartel shot up the house. Only Alejandro and his baby sister Anna survived the attack. Not knowing where else to go he took her to the local church where the Padre took them in and made plans to get them into America to a foster family up North. It took 2 years but he finally found a group willing to take them. Unfortunately the group that they were with got caught at the border, but Alejandro managed to sneak into another vehicle with Anna before they were found too. That vehicle happened to belong to a Nickolas Grange, leader of a stateside motorcycle gang called The Raiders. Nick, not having any interest in taking in strays, was just going to leave them in the first town he came across but Alejandro “persuaded” him by punching a dent into the hood of his car.

8 years later of being raised by a supportive, but criminal man, Alejandro completes high-school and travels back to Mexico to find the people who killed his mother and other sisters. This is his first act as Muerte. He found them and took out the whole cartel. When he got back to the states he enrolled in college and split his time between school, looking after his kid sister, the family “business”, and being a vigilante. In another few years he graduated with a Master's in Forensic Science and got a job freelancing for local and federal cases to help with their backlogs. His sister lives in Miami, FL with their Dad. His friends Jesus and Jacque live in Lost Haven where he has lived for the passed 3 years.

Powers

Inhuman Strength: Spiderman level (can lift a car, but not a train)

Kinetic Redistribution: punches, bullets, speeding vehicles etc. cannot hurt him because he absorbs the energy and disperses it. He must expel the energy within 15secs or he will take damage. He can use it as an attack or disperse it as heat

Healing Factor: Wolverine level healing, cannot regenerate limbs or survive his brain being destroyed but as long as most of him remains intact he'll eventually recover, most poisons/toxins lethal to humans get processed and recovered from within minutes

Analytical Mind: Sherlock/Batman level of assessing a scene/situation/person to calculate outcomes, causes, or counters within 15 seconds (must be able to stand relatively still without speaking and be in visual range of all relevant data, if interrupted he must start over)

Emotional Influence: he has a low level psychic field that he can use to manipulate the emotional states of those within it. He can't make them actually do anything, only influence what they feel in the moment. He can make an angry person calmer, he can make a sad person more cheerful, or a cautious person more relaxed. Range is 15 feet.

Attributes/Weaknesses

Attributes:

-Height: 6' 2” (muscled, but no overtly so)
-Weight: 250lbs
-Strength: 5 tons max
-Mobility: Has his own live-in 5th wheel (Road Warrior 429), a lime green pick-up (Chevy Silverado 3500),and a black motorcycle (Kawasaki Z400)
-Intelligence: Genius
-Fighting Skill: A good brawler and efficient killer but not formally trained
-Resources: Well off

Weaknesses:

-energy based attacks (lasers, magic, power blasts)
-slow attacks like with a knife
-suffocation/drowning
-his family/friends

Supporting Characters

Nickolas Grange: gang leader, TV junkie, dad

Race: human (mutant)
Power: can enhance or bring out other people's powers/abilities/talents. If someone has the potential to have powers he can manifest them. Otherwise he can enhance already existing powers or abilities in individuals for a short period of time (5 hours)
Provides with some finances and supplies, underworld contacts, and advice

Appearance

Anna Grange: martial arts champion, social media savant, sister

Race: human
Power: unknown
Provides moral support, tech support, and a reason for Alejandro to not get into too much trouble

Appearance

Jesus Cristo: crafting master, giant spider dude, best friend

Race: mutant (giant spider)
Power: climb walls, armored exoskeleton, web production, eight limbs, tremor sense, and 270 degree vision
Provides/repairs his outfits, keeps him well fed, and is always willing to give him a place to crash/hide

(Disclaimer: Artwork belongs to CannibalHarpy on DeviantArt, I just changed the colors)

Appearance

Jacquelyn Tyler: badass b*tch, prostitute, ex girlfriend

Race: human
Powers: none
Is his eyes and ears on the street, runs interference/counter-intelligence to keep heat off of him, keeps him from doing stupid things

Appearance

Hank Rosco: chain-smoker, veteran and cheif on the force, boss

Race: human
Powers: none
Is Alejandro's contact in the New Haven police department. They don't really have a formal contract of employment but he is the one who authorizes Alejandro to be involved with cases and makes sure he gets paid for it

Appearance

Sample Post

Alejandro lay in the bed of his 5th wheel, shirtless and snoring, as daylight crept in and revealed the train wreck that was his day off. The ground, table, and bed were littered with dozens of beer cans, empty cans of food, and a few ripe take out containers. The TV still played at low volume the marathon of Forensic Files he'd passed out to.

A low buzzing sound broke the silence as his phone lit up from a call. Alejandro barely stirred until the device buzzed its way across the table and tumbled off the edge along with a couple of beer cans. He groaned and shifted, sending more cans to the floor, to search for the source of the noise. When he finally grasped it, he glared at the caller I.D. with a single bleary eye before answering it in his Latino tenor.

“Its my day off Rosco.”

“I know, but we've got a double homicide in Little Sicily.” Alejandro could hear chatter in the background. Rosco was obviously at the scene, and he sounded on edge.

“I only take one day off Rosco, why isn't the state lab doing it?”

“We need YOU Grange. Get your ass over here and you'll see why, preferably before the press gets here. I'll buy you a pizza.”

Alejandro fell silent just long enough to make Rosco squirm. “Give me 30 minutes.”

He sat up and rubbed his face, sending another can to its doom, before getting up and starting to dress. He knew he could have said no, but something about Rosco's tone had intrigued him. It must be a particularly gruesome scene, that or a scene the state couldn't figure out. After dressing he took a swig of milk from the jug in the fridge, grabbed his work bag, and headed out to his bike at the back of the 5th wheel. Within seconds it roared to life and Alejandro sped off to the crime scene.

When he rolled up up to the location Alejandro could see that a crowd was already forming around the police tape. With a quick shift in weight, he zipped down a side street so he could avoid the curious eyes of the civies and media. After parking his bike Alejandro unzipped his bag to start putting on his suit, booties, and gloves.

“When are you gonna get a helmet for that damned thing?” There was the flick of a lighter and a long pause as Rosco inhaled behind him.

“When I need one,” Alejandro quiped back as he zipped his bag up.

He ignored the acidic look Rosco gave him and headed to where little plastic number cards marked the trail to a grisly sight. Alejandro knew instantly why Rosco had called him in. Blood, body parts, and clothing lay scattered across the ally. He took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and took in the scene. Two arms, one hand, three feet, partial leg, and partial torso. Parts scattered...elongated blood spots...Explosion? No scorch marks, no trace of a device. Unless... He walked over to where the mostly intact torso lay and shone his flashlight on the mutilated flesh. He was aware of Rosco's eyes on him, praying that Alejandro would give him some way of understanding the disturbing sight. Alejandro ignored him and put his face as close to the remains as possible. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and a bag before extracting a bone shard from the skin. Definitely an explosion. But from where? The next several minutes were devoted to taking sample from every chunk of flesh, splat of blood, and piece of clothing. When he was finished he found the point where all the blood splatter angled toward. After several seconds he sighed and walked back to Rosco.

“Well?” Rosco said as he lit a second cigarette.

“You're not going to like it,” Alejandro said as he piled all the evidence packets into a cooler and starting to remove his suite.

“Just tell me,” came the snappy retort.

“As far as I can tell, it was an explosion.”

“Explosion? Then where's the bomb?”

“The second victim WAS the bomb.”

“What?”

“Found bone shrapnel in the torso of one of the victims. Could have only got there if someone exploded next to them. There's no burning or scorching anywhere though so it couldn't have been a device. Something made one of our victims explode from the inside.”

“Was it a Sup?”

“I need to examine the evi-”

“What else could it have been?! People don't just explode out of nowhere Grange. If the press gets wind of this-”

Alejandro turned and looked Rosco right in the eye and the man seemed to deflate under his gaze. “I am going to examine the evidence. I'll tell you what happened then. Just do what you always do: smoke, keep a lid on things, and don't answer any questions directly. You'll do just fine...”

He injected some calm into that last word. Rosco's shoulders relaxed and he took a steadying breath.

“Let me know as soon as you know ANYTHING about what happened. And try not to get distracted ok?”

Alejandro nodded and got on his bike. “You still owe me a pizza,” he said before tearing out of the alley.

Hours later Alejandro was staring into a microscope in his lab, the ugly truth of the alleyway murders staring back at him. After the bloodwork from one of the victims had come back with some bizarre results he had decided to double check the tissue samples. What he found there had left him with one conclusion: the cells had been mutated, and forcibly so. He didn't know which had come first, mutation or explosion, but he did know that this spelled trouble.

Alejandro stood up suddenly and started dialing a number on his phone, pacing up and down the length of his 5th wheel. As soon as Rosco's sleep saturated voice answered Alejandro wasted no time speaking.

“You need to get a hold of every street contact you have, we may have a new drug on the streets...”

[nitemare shape]

Alejandro Fernando Roberto Grange:



Speech Color:
Lime Green

Character Alignment:
Walking the line...in more ways than one

Identity:
Only his two friends, sister, and dad know about his powers, but only one friend knows everything that he does with those powers.

Hero Type:

Brick/Gray Matter

Power Level:

City Level

Alias

The Cleaner
Alejandro's day job is as a forensic science technician, but when he's not solving crimes he's covering them up by being a cleaner for the gang that his dad runs. They may be criminals, but they do have standards. Even with those standards however, sometimes things go wrong. When they do, they call Alejandro to make it all disappear and keep heat off of the family.

Muerte
During his free time he becomes a vigilante who keeps the more dangerous criminal elements in check. If someone's dealing drugs to kids, beating up/killing prostitutes, or starting gang wars that would endanger civilians, Alejandro shuts that s**t down. He gives only one warning. If in 24 hours there is no change he takes out all of the leaders of the offending gang as well as anyone who tries to stop him. Anyone left is allowed to flee or start over, but if they try to avenge their fallen comrades or go back to the problem activities then they too will be marked for death. If they run before time is up and try to settle in a different town without stopping the problem activities, Muerte hunts them down anyway.

Character Personality

Alejandro is a multifaceted individual, quite like a gemstone. You have to see multiple sides of him in multiple different lights to get the whole picture of who he is. One side of him is happy-go-lucky, hedonistic, and the life of the party. Another is cold, calculating, and quite capable of murder. He is not a “good” person, but he is a moral one, and is far better than a lot of “bad” people. He is nice to his allies and vicious to his enemies. He is patient and slow to anger, but once he's snapped there is no going back. He is also curious, philosophical, and a hard core people watcher. His pass-times include hanging out in bars/clubs, drinking, hanging out with friends/family, doing deep dives on Wikipedia articles, and night-lighting as an EMT or prostitute depending on what mood he's in.

Uniform/costume

When he is Muerte he wears a black leather jacket over a t-shirt with black leather pants, boots, and fingerless gloves. He also wears a mask that covers his whole head (quite like a wrestler's mask) that has the visage of a Day of the Dead skull on it. This outfit is specially designed to be resistant tearing, stabbing, and fire but is not indestructible.

Origin Info/Details

He was born in Mexico and raised by his mom and stepdad until he was about 8 years old. He had three siblings: an older sister, and two younger ones. He does not have the same father as his sisters due to his mom breaking up with his stepdad for a few years before getting back together with him. Alejandro doesn't know who his father really is. His stepdad resented the reminder that his wife had been with anyone else and abused him physically and verbally. He's been “different” since he can remember. His sisters knew about his powers but he kept it a secret from their parents.

One day his stepdad pissed off some local cartel members and when he refused to back down or apologize the cartel shot up the house. Only Alejandro and his baby sister Anna survived the attack. Not knowing where else to go he took her to the local church where the Padre took them in and made plans to get them into America to a foster family up North. It took 2 years but he finally found a group willing to take them. Unfortunately the group that they were with got caught at the border, but Alejandro managed to sneak into another vehicle with Anna before they were found too. That vehicle happened to belong to a Nickolas Grange, leader of a stateside motorcycle gang called The Raiders. Nick, not having any interest in taking in strays, was just going to leave them in the first town he came across but Alejandro “persuaded” him by punching a dent into the hood of his car.

8 years later of being raised by a supportive, but criminal man, Alejandro completes high-school and travels back to Mexico to find the people who killed his mother and other sisters. This is his first act as Muerte. He found them and took out the whole cartel. When he got back to the states he enrolled in college and split his time between school, looking after his kid sister, the family “business”, and being a vigilante. In another few years he graduated with a Master's in Forensic Science and got a job freelancing for local and federal cases to help with their backlogs. His sister lives in Miami, FL with their Dad. His friends Jesus and Jacque live in New Haven where he has lived for the passed 3 years.

Powers

Inhuman Strength: Spiderman level (can lift a car, but not a train)

Kinetic Redistribution: punches, bullets, speeding vehicles etc. cannot hurt him because he absorbs the energy and disperses it. He must expel the energy within 15secs or he will take damage. He can use it as an attack or disperse it as heat

Healing Factor: Wolverine level healing, cannot regenerate limbs or survive his brain being destroyed but as long as most of him remains intact he'll eventually recover, most poisons/toxins lethal to humans get processed and recovered from within minutes

Analytical Mind: Sherlock/Batman level of assessing a scene/situation/person to calculate outcomes, causes, or counters within 15 seconds (must be able to stand relatively still without speaking and be in visual range of all relevant data, if interrupted he must start over)

Emotional Influence: he has a low level psychic field that he can use to manipulate the emotional states of those within it. He can't make them actually do anything, only influence what they feel in the moment. He can make an angry person calmer, he can make a sad person more cheerful, or a cautious person more relaxed. Range is 15 feet.

Attributes/Weaknesses

Attributes:

-Height: 6' 2” (muscled, but no overtly so)
-Weight: 250lbs
-Strength: 5 tons max
-Mobility: Has his own live-in 5th wheel (Road Warrior 429), a lime green pick-up (Chevy Silverado 3500),and a black motorcycle (Kawasaki Z400)
-Intelligence: Genius
-Fighting Skill: A good brawler and efficient killer but not formally trained
-Resources: Well off

Weaknesses:

-energy based attacks (lasers, magic, power blasts)
-slow attacks like with a knife
-suffocation/drowning
-his family/friends

Supporting Characters

Nickolas Grange: gang leader, TV junkie, dad

Race: human (mutant)
Power: can enhance or bring out other people's powers/abilities/talents. If someone has the potential to have powers he can manifest them. Otherwise he can enhance already existing powers or abilities in individuals for a short period of time (5 hours)
Provides with some finances and supplies, underworld contacts, and advice

Appearance

Anna Grange: martial arts champion, social media savant, sister

Race: human
Power: unknown
Provides moral support, tech support, and a reason for Alejandro to not get into too much trouble

Appearance

Jesus Cristo: crafting master, giant spider dude, best friend

Race: mutant (giant spider)
Power: climb walls, armored exoskeleton, web production, eight limbs, tremor sense, and 270 degree vision
Provides/repairs his outfits, keeps him well fed, and is always willing to give him a place to crash/hide

(Disclaimer: Artwork belongs to CannibalHarpy on DeviantArt, I just changed the colors)

Appearance

Jacquelyn Tyler: badass b*tch, prostitute, ex girlfriend

Race: human
Powers: none
Is his eyes and ears on the street, runs interference/counter-intelligence to keep heat off of him, keeps him from doing stupid things

Appearance

Hank Rosco: chain-smoker, veteran and cheif on the force, boss

Race: human
Powers: none
Is Alejandro's contact in the New Haven police department. They don't really have a formal contract of employment but he is the one who authorizes Alejandro to be involved with cases and makes sure he gets paid for it

Appearance

Sample Post

Alejandro lay in the bed of his 5th wheel, shirtless and snoring, as daylight crept in and revealed the train wreck that was his day off. The ground, table, and bed were littered with dozens of beer cans, empty cans of food, and a few ripe take out containers. The TV still played at low volume the marathon of Forensic Files he'd passed out to.

A low buzzing sound broke the silence as his phone lit up from a call. Alejandro barely stirred until the device buzzed its way across the table and tumbled off the edge along with a couple of beer cans. He groaned and shifted, sending more cans to the floor, to search for the source of the noise. When he finally grasped it, he glared at the caller I.D. with a single bleary eye before answering it in his Latino tenor.

“Its my day off Rosco.”

“I know, but we've got a double homicide in Little Sicily.” Alejandro could hear chatter in the background. Rosco was obviously at the scene, and he sounded on edge.

“I only take one day off Rosco, why isn't the state lab doing it?”

“We need YOU Grange. Get your ass over here and you'll see why, preferably before the press gets here. I'll buy you a pizza.”

Alejandro fell silent just long enough to make Rosco squirm. “Give me 30 minutes.”

He sat up and rubbed his face, sending another can to its doom, before getting up and starting to dress. He knew he could have said no, but something about Rosco's tone had intrigued him. It must be a particularly gruesome scene, that or a scene the state couldn't figure out. After dressing he took a swig of milk from the jug in the fridge, grabbed his work bag, and headed out to his bike at the back of the 5th wheel. Within seconds it roared to life and Alejandro sped off to the crime scene.

When he rolled up up to the location Alejandro could see that a crowd was already forming around the police tape. With a quick shift in weight, he zipped down a side street so he could avoid the curious eyes of the civies and media. After parking his bike Alejandro unzipped his bag to start putting on his suit, booties, and gloves.

“When are you gonna get a helmet for that damned thing?” There was the flick of a lighter and a long pause as Rosco inhaled behind him.

“When I need one,” Alejandro quiped back as he zipped his bag up.

He ignored the acidic look Rosco gave him and headed to where little plastic number cards marked the trail to a grisly sight. Alejandro knew instantly why Rosco had called him in. Blood, body parts, and clothing lay scattered across the ally. He took a breath, relaxed his shoulders, and took in the scene. Two arms, one hand, three feet, partial leg, and partial torso. Parts scattered...elongated blood spots...Explosion? No scorch marks, no trace of a device. Unless... He walked over to where the mostly intact torso lay and shone his flashlight on the mutilated flesh. He was aware of Rosco's eyes on him, praying that Alejandro would give him some way of understanding the disturbing sight. Alejandro ignored him and put his face as close to the remains as possible. He pulled out a pair of tweezers and a bag before extracting a bone shard from the skin. Definitely an explosion. But from where? The next several minutes were devoted to taking sample from every chunk of flesh, splat of blood, and piece of clothing. When he was finished he found the point where all the blood splatter angled toward. After several seconds he sighed and walked back to Rosco.

“Well?” Rosco said as he lit a second cigarette.

“You're not going to like it,” Alejandro said as he piled all the evidence packets into a cooler and starting to remove his suite.

“Just tell me,” came the snappy retort.

“As far as I can tell, it was an explosion.”

“Explosion? Then where's the bomb?”

“The second victim WAS the bomb.”

“What?”

“Found bone shrapnel in the torso of one of the victims. Could have only got there if someone exploded next to them. There's no burning or scorching anywhere though so it couldn't have been a device. Something made one of our victims explode from the inside.”

“Was it a Sup?”

“I need to examine the evi-”

“What else could it have been?! People don't just explode out of nowhere Grange. If the press gets wind of this-”

Alejandro turned and looked Rosco right in the eye and the man seemed to deflate under his gaze. “I am going to examine the evidence. I'll tell you what happened then. Just do what you always do: smoke, keep a lid on things, and don't answer any questions directly. You'll do just fine...”

He injected some calm into that last word. Rosco's shoulders relaxed and he took a steadying breath.

“Let me know as soon as you know ANYTHING about what happened. And try not to get distracted ok?”

Alejandro nodded and got on his bike. “You still owe me a pizza,” he said before tearing out of the alley.

Hours later Alejandro was staring into a microscope in his lab, the ugly truth of the alleyway murders staring back at him. After the bloodwork from one of the victims had come back with some bizarre results he had decided to double check the tissue samples. What he found there had left him with one conclusion: the cells had been mutated, and forcibly so. He didn't know which had come first, mutation or explosion, but he did know that this spelled trouble.

Alejandro stood up suddenly and started dialing a number on his phone, pacing up and down the length of his 5th wheel. As soon as Rosco's sleep saturated voice answered Alejandro wasted no time speaking.

“You need to get a hold of every street contact you have, we may have a new drug on the streets...”

@Klumsykrow357

Approved

Also, just a clarification, the city is Lost Haven, not New Haven.

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[Hound55]

We've come a loooooong way, @nitemare shape…

Might add some perspective to that last post...

[nitemare shape]

We've come a loooooong way, @nitemare shape…

Might add some perspective to that last post...

@Hound55

Yeah we have

[Dedonus]

I'm in the process of updating the roster in the OP. If your character has been accepted, but has not been posted in the CS tab, please do so now. This makes my life easier.

@Klumsykrow357@Kaithas@Afro Samurai

[Moondog]

Looks fun. Noticed you guys don't have a "Oracle" type (as far as I could tell), so here you go.

Router

Previous Identity

Character you have created: Lo Chung
Alias(S):Router, Big Lo, Little Lo, Little Sister. She is known by The Thousand Fold Lotus as "Toxin".
Outfit/Costume: Router likes to wear leather and go for a "cyberpunk meets the las vegas underground" style. Expect studs and a general punk aesthetic. When out and about, she will often wear a biker outfit with a modified helmet that serves as a controller for her drones.

Costume

Speech Color: Pink of Some Kind
Character Alignment: Walking the Line
Identity:Secret
Character Personality: Router's sense of humor could be described as ironic, sarcastic, and sometimes condenscending. Being isolated most of her life, she had developed a obsession with pop culture and film and often will go out of her way to include references to those things in her "work" and conversations. Her ego is rather large due to her isolated childhood of essentially being told she was superior than "the simple average man" and it takes her a while to admit when she's wrong.

Origin Info/Details: Lo Chung was originally a chinese national, born in Chongqing in the Yuzhong district. She was raised by Lo Fang and Lo Jio, her mother and father for the first seven years of her life, until finally being brought to the secluded Diaoyu islands,a contested region in Chinese and Japanese territory.

There she was brought to a remote, underground temple, hidden from all satellite access and unknown to the rest of the world. There was the Council of the Thousand Fold Lotus, an ancient conspiracy, a myth, the puppet masters of Tianmen square, the Taiping Rebellion, and the originators of The Three Kingdoms period of Chinese history. She was brought to Panchen Llama, who after his disappearance in the Tianmen square massacre, had been brought to The Fold. He prepared two separate cups of tea, both of which he prepared in front of her by crushing red and purple leaves. She was told that one would give her grand power and the other, would kill her, and that only one with true humility could figure out which. After some consideration, she asked the Llama if he would simply tell her. He grinned and said, yes.

Taking the cup to her lip, she drank, and it was as if her mind was being pulled through a sieve. She fell and saw a thousand drops of dew reflected on a spiders web, each orb reflecting the other in a kaleidoscope of the infinite. The lotus opened beneath her and in it, she saw an eye, her eye, staring upwards as she fell into the iris, the black swallowing and taking her.

She awoke and tried to breathe. Water filled her lungs and she rose to the surface, gasping. She was pulled from the waters by the terra cotta Guardians of the Lotus, whos stone like hands gripped her and pulled her from the waters. She was brought to her parents, who stood in long, red robes. To her surprise, in the middle, was Uncle Yaoguai. She was brought to him and with needle and ink, branded with the tattoo of the Thousand Fold Lotus, a kaleidoscopic image of a lotus flower, a red eye in its center.

She trained for years in their martial arts, disappearing from the face of the Earth, learning how to deal blows that could kill and those that would not. She discovered what powers she had gained from partaking in the ichor of The Polychromatic Lotus. The most obvious was her poisonous touch, anyone who touched her bared skin would first suffer lethargy, then painful shock, unconsciousness, and after a few hours, death. She could remember anything, with perfect recall. She could imitate any voice, no matter which it was. Hyperintelligence. These abilities eventually lead to her being trained in computers, electronics, ai, and she was sent at the age of seventeen to Shanghai Jiao Tong University under a false identity. When she returned two years later, she gained the codename, "Toxin" and served in several assassination attempts in Beijing, each of which were stopped by local heroes.

Over the years, the constant training and missions began to wear on her. The direction, the control. She wasn't convinced that The Thousandfold Lotus could ever unite the world and began to consider they were little more than a terrorist organization operating under the guise of their code, their morality, their goals. She studied english, and when the time was right, asked to take on an assignment in the Americas.

She was stationed in New York, tasked with assassinating Governor Andrew Cuomo. She spent a month "preparing" to assassinate the man, when in reality, she was planning to completely disappear. She dug a tracker from the back of her neck that had been implanted years ago, disabled a tracker on the bottom of her car, and drove, drove to a city filled with heroes, where no member of the Thousand Fold Lotus would dare attempt to track her.

Lost Haven, Maine.

Hero Type: Gray Matter
Power Level:Street Level, capable of escalating.
Powers: Toxin Control: Her most obvious power is the ability to, when making direct skin contact, through a toxin secreted in her sweat, cause extreme shock to most bodies systems and will result in death if not treated within the first few hours of contact. Its immediate effects are extreme lethargy which can be barely combated through sheer willpower before the toxin causes complete unconsciousness. She has control over when this toxin is released, and it gives her skin a sickly green color as her sweat begins to cover her skin when "active". This toxin is produced in her expanded adrenal gland and tends to activate naturally in a fight or flight situation. However, her most useful abilities are that of the mind.

Toxic Immunity and Removal: She is immune to most forms of poisons/toxins, and can form a antidote to most forms of poisons/toxins through her tear ducts.

Hyperintelligence, Perfect memory and recall: To the point she can even imitate voices perfectly. She can essentially learn anything, however, she can only read as quickly as a normal human and if a topic arises she's unaware about, she will have to read all about it to catch up on the subject. She's currently an expert in acting, drone production (engineering), blackhat hacking, programming, and would be considered an "expert" (only because there are not many other people who act in this field at all) in the extremely questionably ethical field of mind copying.

Mind Copy:The direct manifestation of this power, discovered far after her defection from The Thousand Fold Lotus, is after a long enough conversation with someone or even just watching and analyzing their behavior, she can transfer her memory of them using a brain scan headband into a drone. The imitation is nearly perfect but tends to veer off the original personality after a while. Due to this, most of her smarter drones are copies of herself, though she plans to expand what she calls "my roster".

As a result of her training in The Thousand Fold Lotus, she's essentially trained as a stealth expert/ninja.
Attributes:

Height:5'6
Weight: 143 lbs
Strength: Average, she can take on strong opponents, but more through cunning and ability than brute force.
Mobility: Gymnast level
Intelligence: Genius
Fighting Skill: Extremely Competent, fights in a heavily modified shaolin fighting style. Is capable of operating most firearms.
Resources:

Factory: She occupies a abandoned warehouse in the french quarter of New Haven she's slowly converting into a ai driven, manufacturing facility.

Drone production: She has a drone production line.

Access to Various Bank Accounts: She has access to thousands of bank accounts she takes small amounts of to fund her projects.

Weaknesses: Being pretty big on the ego, it's easy to anger Lo by insulting her intelligence or mocking her. She takes slights very seriously and often her anger will lead her to make mistakes. She's also, despite her abilities, a baseline human in regards to physical strength and agility, meaning she cannot naturally go toe to toe with enhanced supers in a fist fight.

Supporting Characters:

The Thousand Fold Lotus: You thought we would go away, did you? We will return you to us, Toxin, and you will serve your purpose as a petal of The Thousand Fold Lotus.

Little Lo: Lo's "main" drone in Lost Haven, though she doesn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't the original.

Mickie Carcoski: Her black market fence and unwilling ally.

Sample Post

Lo sat, cross legged, in a empty and previously abandoned warehouse in The French Quarter of Lost Haven, atop a comparatively nice bed she set in the center of the room. On her lap was appropriately enough, a laptop, and on her shoulder a small spider-like drone, she knew as Little Lo. Faint light crept from her laptops screen to her face, and somewhat less subtly, the sound of human grunting.

"You know." Lo said. "I thought the Mayors dick would be bigger."

Little lo through synthesized speakers, laughed, "Shows what you know, and I know many things."

Lo scoffed, turning her head towards the tiny robotic drone, "You're me! What could you know that I do not?"

Little Lo hopped on her left legs, then her right legs, "I can slow my perception of time to nanoseconds. I'm technically years older than you. And what I know, Little Sister, is that size doesn't always matter."

They both burst into eerily similar laughter, their voices echoing throughout the warehouse. Lo stopped chuckling then added, "So, is it blackmail or are we selling it to the highest bidder?"

Little Lo tsk tsk tsked,, "Blackmail is so messy. You never know if he'll call for help, like a super."

Lo sighed, "We never get to do a good blackmail. Why do you never let me do a good blackmail?"

"I'm the wise one, and risk averse."

Lo said, perfectly imitating Betty Hutton, "Anything you can do, I can do better!"

Little Lo, doing an impression of Howard Keel, added, "Anything you can do I can do greater!"

Los hand flicked across her keyboard and the image on the screen moved from the image of the Mayor coupling with what was likely his secretary, and towards a mouse hole. The camera operators small spider-like legs were visible as it squeezed through the hole and about a floor down it encountered a rat it took out with a single well placed .22 round to its skull. This noise was barely noticed as yet another thud, not unlike the noises happening above.

It eventually found its way to a cupboard, which it gently pushed open. Its legs curled, twisted, and folded together, and a metal ball-like carapace formed around its body. It rolled down with a light "clack" sound, onto a counter, then onto a tile floor, then finally through the foyer and through a doggy door.

Lo said, dryly, "Porn collection?"

Little Lo said, "Why, it's the ladylike thing to do."

Lo dragged the mp4 file simply labelled "MAYORHOTFUCK" to a folder named "Blackmail/Pr0n".

Lo closed the laptop, "A days work well done!" She looked around, surrounded by almost nothing but darkness, barely cleared away by stage lights she had placed around her drone production line, a modest metal nightmare of wires, gears, and conveyor belts. "Well, a nights anyway. What should we do tomorrow?"

Little Lo said, "We should finally do what we were talking about earlier. Make contact."

Los eyes widened, narrowed, her lip forming into a frown. Little Lo crawled down her arm onto her hand, a signal that she wanted to speak face to face. Lo raised her hand, the little robots singular Sauron like eye staring right into hers.

Lo said, "Are you sure? It's dangerous out there. I mean, The Lotus may find us, then there are supers who if they knew anything about us, may lock me away forever. I think they'd just scrap you."

Little Lo said, "We can't stay here forever Little Sister. We have contacts, but we don't make contact. There's little we can do just alone, we need boots on the ground that aren't skittering tiny legs scambering through mouse holes. We need to announce ourselves, have people come to us."

Lo shut her eyes a moment, thinking. She said, "Ok. Yeah. Yeah, I think you're right. I can do this. We can do this."

Little Lo, in a perfect imitation of John F Kennedy said, "The Chinese use two brush strokes to write the word 'crisis'. One brush stroke stands for danger; the other for opportunity. In a crisis, be aware of the danger–but recognize the opportunity."

9/24/2020: Major rewrite, I'm finally happy with it.

[Moondog]

....I'm going to add I think I just deleted the entire "sample post" and need to rewrite it now. Gaaaaaaaah

Edit: OK done. I remembered 80% of it at least.

[Legion X51]

Khalathrax, the First Fallen

True Daemonic Form

Character you have created:

Khalathrax, Daemon Lord of Chaos Undivided

Aliases:

Khalathrax, to most, is known only as a man named John Roberts, who runs a nightclub in downtown Lost Haven known as the Red Cloud. However, to a select few black sorcerers who possess the secrets of the Liber Daemonifica, he is also known as The First Fallen.

Speech Color:

"Your technological construct details this colour as... ed1c24. I didn't even think that was a word." - Khalathrax Proper
"That's because it isn't, you technologically-challenged buffoon. For a Daemon Lord of Chaos, your knowledge of the modern world is certainly lacking in some areas. How the hell did you manage to take human form?" - John Roberts

Character Alignment:

Villain

Identity:

Secret to all but a handful of black sorcerers throughout the world, and even then they only know him as the First Fallen.

'Human' Personality:

John Roberts is a quiet, unassuming man. Few would conflate him with the monolithic form of his true daemonic self, and of course, that is just how Khalathrax prefers it to be. To most, John is just a well-spoken Briton who runs a nightclub, but to those who are more alert, opportunities abound for criminal activity. The Red Cloud, located in the French Quarter, is a hubbub of activity, both legal and not, but is also considered by many in the criminal underworld to be a 'neutral meeting ground', where business and deals can be made, fortunes can be shared, and the long arm of the law can be safely avoided. John himself has few dealings with the underground, but what can always attract his attention are, unsurprisingly, rare - and sometimes illegal to own - books on 'black magic' and 'sorcery'. The purposes of his collecting these codices is unknown to all but him.

Daemonic Personality:

Khalathrax is best summed up in a single word; rage. Fuelled by little more than primordial anger, fury and bloodlust, Khalathrax will stop at nothing to slake his ever-growing thirst for violence, destruction and death. Khalathrax will not stand for those who would seek to stop his reign of terror, and even other forces of disorder that may attempt to intercede for their own benefit often find themselves the target of the First Fallen's unstoppable fury. With a bellow, Khalathrax directs his anger at those who dare stand before him, over the ruined husks of buildings, the blood-soaked ground stained with the vitae of those who thought they could stop a Daemon Lord in their prime. There is no remorse, no mercy, no respite. Khalathrax will stop at nothing until he and his Gods rule the planet, and from Earth, the dominion of Chaos will spread through the Cosmos...

Uniform/costume:

One usually finds John sporting a tailor-cut black three-piece suit, black polished leather shoes, a black buttoned shirt with matching silk tie, and sometimes black leather gloves and sunglasses. On his left wrist, John usually can be seen sporting an Omega Seamaster 300M watch, whilst on his right hand, he has a single, plain silver ring, studded with a dozen diamonds. John also does not slack with personal protection, carrying a Walther PPK/S chambered in .32 ACP in a Gelco Executive shoulder holster, worn over the top of his waistcoat and with the gun on the left side of his chest, as well as a Fairbairn-Sykes Fighting Knife in a holster in the inside right pocket of his jacket... in case of emergencies.

Origin Info/Details:

Nobody knows exactly when and where 'John Roberts' came from. His British passport indicates a birth date of the 24th of August, 1962, with a birth place of Leytonstone, in the East of London, but searching birth records in the local archives reveals nothing about a 'John Roberts' born on that day. However, what is known is that Mr Roberts has been in the United States since 1987, and a resident of Lost Haven since 1990. The nightclub known as the Red Cloud was first opened in July 1996, and has been running without incident since then. However, what is perhaps not entirely realised by those who know of Mr Roberts is that he has seemingly not aged in the entire time - even his passport picture shows Mr Roberts as he is, rather than a 'younger' version of him. Certain individuals have wondered whether Mr Roberts was somehow frozen in time biologically following the Doctor Diplodoc Incident, and as such all depictions of him match his current image, and are now unchanging. Nobody knows for sure, and Mr Roberts certainly is not divulging the truth any time soon, if at all.

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Hero Type:

Supernatural, I suppose?

Power Level:

• Human Form - City Level
• Daemonic Form - Cosmic Level

Powers:

Being an Unstoppable Force of 'Fuck You'.

Weaknesses:

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Supporting Characters:

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

Sample Post:

[nitemare shape]

....I'm going to add I think I just deleted the entire "sample post" and need to rewrite it now. Gaaaaaaaah

Edit: OK done. I remembered 80% of it at least.

@Moondog

Denied.

Just kidding, I like it.



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