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Pretty much what Canada said.The only thing that could possibly get in my way is how you've known Klarion.
Well the -earliest- they would have met is 2010. So anytime in there.
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Well the -earliest- they would have met is 2010. So anytime in there.
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It's actually mostly Nate never being able to do it because he's cheeky like that.
You guys always want to chat on weekends when I'm busiest! I'm free almost every weekday night!
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Yup that's good! And we've never done video chats and rarely do voice as it's hard to get everyone on at the same time.
Speak for yourself, me and Gowi are always talking.
It's you assholes that're never on or willing to talk to us.
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Well the -earliest- they would have met is 2010. So anytime in there.
Then that's fine.
Granted Klarion's not crazy immortal or anything, so it might be weird for Raven to be friends with a thirteen year old with a talking cat.
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*shrug* Raven's a major introvert. His friends would come to him. And since he's not very approachable...yeah. It should work. I think it would be quite humorous actually from an OOC stand point.
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Alright! Found and edited a picture off google that I think will work. Had to mesh the Raven sketch with the background. Added it to CS.
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Managed to fix my laptop with some technological wizardry *touch wood*, and get the revisions done for my Duela CS.
Lemmie know whatcha think.
| Identity |
Duela
| Origin & Backstory |
The history of the young woman who refers to herself simply as “Duela” is a mystery. She has claimed everything from being jilted at her junior prom, to having witnessed the murder of her parents-at the hands of one of her mother’s close friends-, to having simply always been an outcast-never accepted by society-, as her motivation for what she does. In truth not a single one of her sob stories are true; Duela steals real grief and real tragedies, and crafts her own tapestry of trauma and sorrow, in an attempt to try and fill the lucid void in her own head.
Where others wanted simply to be accepted by society, Duela wished to be adored. Where others simply wanted friends to support and nurture them, Duela wished for a horde of followers, to slave away at her beck and call. Where others simply wanted to be loved, Duela wanted to hear thousands upon thousands of voices crying out in admiration of her, willing to lay down their lives for their dark mistress.
Better to be a somebody in hell, than a nobody in heaven.
In truth, “Duela” was Chelsea Cohen, the daughter of a successful criminal lawyer, and student at Gotham High.
The leader of one of the high school’s most formidable cliques, Chelsea was a megalomaniac, suffering from Narcissistic Personality Disorder, who used her persuasive talents to manipulate those around her, and to make sure that she remained the queen bee of her particular friend group.
A clandestine sociopath, Chelsea cared little about who she hurt, or how badly she hurt them, as long as she remained on top. Despite her family’s wealth, and her status as one of the most popular girls at her high school, Chelsea hungered for more, never fully content with life. Falling in with one of the sketchier crowds at Gotham High, Chelsea got a job as a pusher in the street-level drug trade, indirectly working for the Valestras crime family.
One of Chelsea’s most frequent customers was Barton Mathis,Gotham high’s eccentric janitor. Unbenounced to Chelsea, Barton was not actually taking any of the drugs, but was simply using the sales as an opportunity to talk to her, having developed an obsessive fascination with her.
Barton was a master serial-killer and cannibal, who had once studied under his father, Schazlar Mathis. Schazlar would often take his son out “hunting” with him, and before long Barton could kill, eat, and dispose of a human body as expertly as his father could. After his father was gunned down by the cops, Barton had adopted Schazlar’s mantle, leading double life as a serial-killer.
Barton was also a skilled surgeon, and ran an underground clinic-where he would operate on wounded criminals-in his spare time, working under the alias “Dollmaker”, and it was rumoured that he could do anything with human skin.
Whilst Chelsea was working as a drug dealer, she became hooked on the products she was pushing, and steadily begun to take more and more of the narcotics that she was supposed to be selling.
When word of this reached back to the Valestras, a squad of thugs were dispatched to “discipline” her.
Following Chelsea on her way home from school, the brutes ambushed her, and beat her excessively, stabbing and lacerating her, carving a Glasgow Smile in the sides of her mouth, and slashing at her face.
However, Barton had made a habit of stalking Chelsea on her way home, and leapt out of his hiding place, using the darkness as cover, before dispatching with the thugs-just as his father had taught him, and rescuing the young girl.
She had lost an almost fatal amount of blood, and so Barton took her back to his clinic, using his expertise to try and salvage what he could.
When Chelsea awoke she was in immense pain, but still very much alive.
Barton nervously showed Chelsea a mirror, but the reflection she saw was so broken and deformed, so far from the gorgeous image she’d grown used to seeing when she looked in the mirror, that it completely broke her mind, shattering her sanity, and leaving her an impressionable husk.
Barton spent the next few weeks caring for Chelsea and nurturing her, feeding her human flesh that he smuggled back from the trips he took, and keeping her medicated. The sheer amount of the young girl’s blood that was found at the scene of her disappearance led to the belief that Chelsea Cohen was dead, and that her body had been dumped in a river somewhere.
During her time in Barton’s care, Chelsea developed a taste for human flesh, and so-once she was able to function again-the young lad tutored her in the same way that his father had, teacher her how to kill, and how to cover her tracks.
Carrying out her first kill with surgical precision, the warm rush of blood against the young girl’s skin awoke something with in her subconscious, further twisting and warping her mentally.
Unable to regain her old memories, Chelsea took to calling herself Duela, welcoming her transformation into a monster.
Barton fell madly in love with Duela, whereas she was simply fond of him, pleasuring him in return for his usefulness, as she had done to so many others in her previous life.
However, it was not long before Duela grew tired of Barton, the killer having exhausted his worth. Stowing away in the middle of the night, Duela left Dollmaker’s clinic, and slipped off into the city.
Now living out of an abandoned apartment in Downtown Gotham, Duela prays on those unfortunate enough to stray within her territory, putting Barton’s lessons to good use.
| Powers & Abilities |
Duela is a skilled killer, and adept at covering her tracks. She uses stealth to her advantage, and occasionally utilises the old manipulation tactics of her former life.
| How is this character different? |
In the cannon Duela is the self-mutilating prophet of the Joker’s return. My interpretation is cannibalistic serial-killer, who answers to no one but herself.
| What is your goal with this character? |
To try and create a sort of reverse-detective arch, that primarily follows a killer trying to evade detection, as well as trying to interact with other players in a way that will hopefully create enjoyable role-play.
| Sample Post |
Ralph Hardy sat glumly at the table, listening to his friends drone on about their boring lives.
“I’m taking her out onto the water, for her maiden voyage.” Albert exclaimed loudly, his obnoxious tone making Ralph’s head hurt. “You simply –MUST- come with! I think it will be a rather –SPLENDID- afternoon.”
“It sounds utterly spectacular!” Chirped Vanesa, her voice shrill and sharp.
“That it does.” Agreed Toby, gently nodding as he took a lingering sip from his wine glass.
Albert had booked them all a table at the Achilles Diner-a ritzy restaurant on the Gotham City waterfront-, and had managed to drag Ralph away from the Pirates of the Caribbean movie marathon, to get him to accompany them, but Ralph would have quite frankly preferred to stay at home.
The prospect of a free meal was always an enticing one, but the restaurant was hot and stuffy, and they had insisted that he come dressed up for the occasion.
The diner itself was a fairly small establishment, comprised of a few white cloth covered tables, ornate vases and oil paintings, low hanging ceiling lights, and an expensive looking carpet.
The room was cramped and confined, and Ralph could think of a million other places that he’d rather have eaten dinner.
The restaurant was full tonight-which only contributed to the stuffiness of it all, and they had to constantly fight over the various murmurs of the other customers, in order to be heard.
They must have ordered dinner a good fifteen minutes ago, but it had yet to arrive, which gave Albert ample opportunity to go on and on about his bloody boat.
“I swear I’ve never seen anything like her! Fastest I’ve –EVER- sailed on!”
Having heard quite enough for one evening, Ralph foraged his cell phone out of his trouser pocket, fiddling with the interface, underneath the table. He navigated to his ringtone folder, before hitting “play”, the phone then simulating the noise it made when he was receiving a call.
The ringing cut off Albert halfway through his dreary recollection, drowning out his tedious words.
“Sorry,” Ralph faked a sincere apology as he got up out of his chair “But I really do need to take this.” He lied, gesturing to his blackberry.
“Well, hurry back soon, old sport. The starters are bound to arrive, any minute now.”
Ralph nodded, before promptly scurrying out of the restaurant, trying to put as much distance between him and that god-awful diner as was humanly possible.
He stepped out into the streets, a blast of refreshing cool air hitting him. It was silent out here, calm and uplifting, and he didn’t have to battle with any witless idiots, in order to simply hear himself think.
The night sky was a deep purple, glistening with a smattering of bright white stars, and Ralph took a moment to admire the majestic beauty of it.
Nearby, the cool liquids of the waterfront lapped gently against the side of the road, moving in a harmonious motion, sliding forwards and retreating in a blissful accord.
He slowly made his way down the cobbled street, a peaceful wind drifting calmly past in smooth tranquillity, singing lightly in his ear.
When surrounded by others, be it in a pompous restaurant or a booming nightclub, Ralph felt anxious and on edge, but in serene isolation, sharing a cherished moment with nothing but his own thoughts, he felt truly alive. Unfortunately, such moments were fleeting recently, so he treasured them that much more, and found them that much more precious.
He strolled gently down the street, passing glitzy restaurants after glitzy restaurant, until he reached a small and secluded spot that gave him an exquisite view of the Gotham City waterfront, a tide of rippling water stretching out as far as the eye could see, dominating his view.
He leaned forwards on the steely railing that ran between the road and the water, letting out a relaxed sigh, as he simply gazed out at the natural beauty that rolled out before him.
So encapsulated was he, that he never heard the soft pitter-patter of lithe feet on the cobble stone before him, nor had time to register the razor’s edge severing his spinal cord.
Duela leered over her kill, his muscular body sprawled out before her, a thread-like trail of blood leaking out through the cracks in the immaculate stone floor.
Her mismatched eyes darted across his form, as she smacked her serpentine tongue against the corners of her full-lips.
“Nothing personal, Hun.” She whispered to no one in particular, a sly smirk spreading across the corners of her warped form.
“But at the end of the day…a girls gotta eat.”
Lemmie know whatcha think.
| Identity |
Duela
| Origin & Backstory |
The history of the young woman who refers to herself simply as “Duela” is a mystery. She has claimed everything from being jilted at her junior prom, to having witnessed the murder of her parents-at the hands of one of her mother’s close friends-, to having simply always been an outcast-never accepted by society-, as her motivation for what she does. In truth not a single one of her sob stories are true; Duela steals real grief and real tragedies, and crafts her own tapestry of trauma and sorrow, in an attempt to try and fill the lucid void in her own head.
Where others wanted simply to be accepted by society, Duela wished to be adored. Where others simply wanted friends to support and nurture them, Duela wished for a horde of followers, to slave away at her beck and call. Where others simply wanted to be loved, Duela wanted to hear thousands upon thousands of voices crying out in admiration of her, willing to lay down their lives for their dark mistress.
Better to be a somebody in hell, than a nobody in heaven.
In truth, “Duela” was Chelsea Cohen, the daughter of a successful criminal lawyer, and student at Gotham High.
The leader of one of the high school’s most formidable cliques, Chelsea was a megalomaniac, suffering from Narcissistic Personality Disorder, who used her persuasive talents to manipulate those around her, and to make sure that she remained the queen bee of her particular friend group.
A clandestine sociopath, Chelsea cared little about who she hurt, or how badly she hurt them, as long as she remained on top. Despite her family’s wealth, and her status as one of the most popular girls at her high school, Chelsea hungered for more, never fully content with life. Falling in with one of the sketchier crowds at Gotham High, Chelsea got a job as a pusher in the street-level drug trade, indirectly working for the Valestras crime family.
One of Chelsea’s most frequent customers was Barton Mathis,Gotham high’s eccentric janitor. Unbenounced to Chelsea, Barton was not actually taking any of the drugs, but was simply using the sales as an opportunity to talk to her, having developed an obsessive fascination with her.
Barton was a master serial-killer and cannibal, who had once studied under his father, Schazlar Mathis. Schazlar would often take his son out “hunting” with him, and before long Barton could kill, eat, and dispose of a human body as expertly as his father could. After his father was gunned down by the cops, Barton had adopted Schazlar’s mantle, leading double life as a serial-killer.
Barton was also a skilled surgeon, and ran an underground clinic-where he would operate on wounded criminals-in his spare time, working under the alias “Dollmaker”, and it was rumoured that he could do anything with human skin.
Whilst Chelsea was working as a drug dealer, she became hooked on the products she was pushing, and steadily begun to take more and more of the narcotics that she was supposed to be selling.
When word of this reached back to the Valestras, a squad of thugs were dispatched to “discipline” her.
Following Chelsea on her way home from school, the brutes ambushed her, and beat her excessively, stabbing and lacerating her, carving a Glasgow Smile in the sides of her mouth, and slashing at her face.
However, Barton had made a habit of stalking Chelsea on her way home, and leapt out of his hiding place, using the darkness as cover, before dispatching with the thugs-just as his father had taught him, and rescuing the young girl.
She had lost an almost fatal amount of blood, and so Barton took her back to his clinic, using his expertise to try and salvage what he could.
When Chelsea awoke she was in immense pain, but still very much alive.
Barton nervously showed Chelsea a mirror, but the reflection she saw was so broken and deformed, so far from the gorgeous image she’d grown used to seeing when she looked in the mirror, that it completely broke her mind, shattering her sanity, and leaving her an impressionable husk.
Barton spent the next few weeks caring for Chelsea and nurturing her, feeding her human flesh that he smuggled back from the trips he took, and keeping her medicated. The sheer amount of the young girl’s blood that was found at the scene of her disappearance led to the belief that Chelsea Cohen was dead, and that her body had been dumped in a river somewhere.
During her time in Barton’s care, Chelsea developed a taste for human flesh, and so-once she was able to function again-the young lad tutored her in the same way that his father had, teacher her how to kill, and how to cover her tracks.
Carrying out her first kill with surgical precision, the warm rush of blood against the young girl’s skin awoke something with in her subconscious, further twisting and warping her mentally.
Unable to regain her old memories, Chelsea took to calling herself Duela, welcoming her transformation into a monster.
Barton fell madly in love with Duela, whereas she was simply fond of him, pleasuring him in return for his usefulness, as she had done to so many others in her previous life.
However, it was not long before Duela grew tired of Barton, the killer having exhausted his worth. Stowing away in the middle of the night, Duela left Dollmaker’s clinic, and slipped off into the city.
Now living out of an abandoned apartment in Downtown Gotham, Duela prays on those unfortunate enough to stray within her territory, putting Barton’s lessons to good use.
| Powers & Abilities |
Duela is a skilled killer, and adept at covering her tracks. She uses stealth to her advantage, and occasionally utilises the old manipulation tactics of her former life.
| How is this character different? |
In the cannon Duela is the self-mutilating prophet of the Joker’s return. My interpretation is cannibalistic serial-killer, who answers to no one but herself.
| What is your goal with this character? |
To try and create a sort of reverse-detective arch, that primarily follows a killer trying to evade detection, as well as trying to interact with other players in a way that will hopefully create enjoyable role-play.
| Sample Post |
Ralph Hardy sat glumly at the table, listening to his friends drone on about their boring lives.
“I’m taking her out onto the water, for her maiden voyage.” Albert exclaimed loudly, his obnoxious tone making Ralph’s head hurt. “You simply –MUST- come with! I think it will be a rather –SPLENDID- afternoon.”
“It sounds utterly spectacular!” Chirped Vanesa, her voice shrill and sharp.
“That it does.” Agreed Toby, gently nodding as he took a lingering sip from his wine glass.
Albert had booked them all a table at the Achilles Diner-a ritzy restaurant on the Gotham City waterfront-, and had managed to drag Ralph away from the Pirates of the Caribbean movie marathon, to get him to accompany them, but Ralph would have quite frankly preferred to stay at home.
The prospect of a free meal was always an enticing one, but the restaurant was hot and stuffy, and they had insisted that he come dressed up for the occasion.
The diner itself was a fairly small establishment, comprised of a few white cloth covered tables, ornate vases and oil paintings, low hanging ceiling lights, and an expensive looking carpet.
The room was cramped and confined, and Ralph could think of a million other places that he’d rather have eaten dinner.
The restaurant was full tonight-which only contributed to the stuffiness of it all, and they had to constantly fight over the various murmurs of the other customers, in order to be heard.
They must have ordered dinner a good fifteen minutes ago, but it had yet to arrive, which gave Albert ample opportunity to go on and on about his bloody boat.
“I swear I’ve never seen anything like her! Fastest I’ve –EVER- sailed on!”
Having heard quite enough for one evening, Ralph foraged his cell phone out of his trouser pocket, fiddling with the interface, underneath the table. He navigated to his ringtone folder, before hitting “play”, the phone then simulating the noise it made when he was receiving a call.
The ringing cut off Albert halfway through his dreary recollection, drowning out his tedious words.
“Sorry,” Ralph faked a sincere apology as he got up out of his chair “But I really do need to take this.” He lied, gesturing to his blackberry.
“Well, hurry back soon, old sport. The starters are bound to arrive, any minute now.”
Ralph nodded, before promptly scurrying out of the restaurant, trying to put as much distance between him and that god-awful diner as was humanly possible.
He stepped out into the streets, a blast of refreshing cool air hitting him. It was silent out here, calm and uplifting, and he didn’t have to battle with any witless idiots, in order to simply hear himself think.
The night sky was a deep purple, glistening with a smattering of bright white stars, and Ralph took a moment to admire the majestic beauty of it.
Nearby, the cool liquids of the waterfront lapped gently against the side of the road, moving in a harmonious motion, sliding forwards and retreating in a blissful accord.
He slowly made his way down the cobbled street, a peaceful wind drifting calmly past in smooth tranquillity, singing lightly in his ear.
When surrounded by others, be it in a pompous restaurant or a booming nightclub, Ralph felt anxious and on edge, but in serene isolation, sharing a cherished moment with nothing but his own thoughts, he felt truly alive. Unfortunately, such moments were fleeting recently, so he treasured them that much more, and found them that much more precious.
He strolled gently down the street, passing glitzy restaurants after glitzy restaurant, until he reached a small and secluded spot that gave him an exquisite view of the Gotham City waterfront, a tide of rippling water stretching out as far as the eye could see, dominating his view.
He leaned forwards on the steely railing that ran between the road and the water, letting out a relaxed sigh, as he simply gazed out at the natural beauty that rolled out before him.
So encapsulated was he, that he never heard the soft pitter-patter of lithe feet on the cobble stone before him, nor had time to register the razor’s edge severing his spinal cord.
Duela leered over her kill, his muscular body sprawled out before her, a thread-like trail of blood leaking out through the cracks in the immaculate stone floor.
Her mismatched eyes darted across his form, as she smacked her serpentine tongue against the corners of her full-lips.
“Nothing personal, Hun.” She whispered to no one in particular, a sly smirk spreading across the corners of her warped form.
“But at the end of the day…a girls gotta eat.”
So ive decided that instead of a Red Lantern Guy Gardner cs, im going to try for my old Cyborg cs. Only problem is that the thread it was in was more than 5 months back, so now I have to start from scratch :p
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You mean this CS?
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Ooh! We've got the Titans nearly it looks like!!!
We need a Star Fire for male raven to romance! :P
We need a Star Fire for male raven to romance! :P
No the one before that, right when he wakes up in the lab
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No the one before that, right when he wakes up in the lab
That's Guildfall then. You're on your own.
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Ooh! We've got the Titans nearly it looks like!!!We need a Star Fire for male raven to romance! :P
My Dick disagrees with this notion.
Starfire's mine back the fuck up slut.
Thats what I thought :(
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My Dick disagrees with this notion.
Pfft...Your Dick disagrees with a lot of things it seems. Makes women sicker than Waffle House. :D
I love you Sloth! I look forward to seeing your Dick!
Disregard, my phone is an ass
I hate this phone sometimes
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Identity- Victor Stone/Cyborg
Character Origin/Backstory:
Victor Stone was born in Jump City, California to two ARGUS scientists, who also lived with his grandmother Maud. His mother Elinore quit her job when he was born, causing an altercation with his father Silas, who was at the time handling a classified paramilitary weapon. During an arguement between the two, the weapon ripped an interdemensional hole in reality and an alien parasite latched itself onto his mother's clothing.
That night, unaware of the problems their fight caused, the women in young Victor's life took him from his father, and the alien parasite jumped from Elinore to Victor during a bottle feeding.
As he grew up, the parasite grew with him. Everytime he was wounded, it would take twice longer than normal, but in return for such pain, it kept him alive and his heart beating.
In high school Victor joined his school's football team, leading them to victory every year, gaining the attention of the head cheerleader, and becoming the school's power couple. Though during his senior year they slept together and Victor found out that he would soon become a teenage father. Unfortunately for him though, fate intervened once more in his life, and the high school football king got into a wreck with his ruling queen, killing her and their unborn child.
The parasite, still hiding out in Victor's body caused him to experience twice as much pain as he should have, but kept him alive, forcing him to see the hatred on her parents' faces, and the Stone Kingdom crumbled.
He was forced to drop out of school, and his dreams of playing pro football for the Jump City Jets was just that, a pipe dream that would never come to fruition. His life went further downhill when he was introduced to alcohol and he quickly became an alcoholic, unaware that it ran in the family.
One night during an excessive binge of self pity and booze, he was hit ironically by a drunk driver who happened to be a Jump City Jet football team member. The driver was sent to prison, and when one of the others visited Victor in the hospital, the two turned out to be good friends and Victor was brought onto the team on a last minute decision.
Together, the team went on to become National Champions and All-Americans, with Victor earning a spot in the NFL Hall of Fame. It was in this team during a touchdown dance that he first uttered his famous catchphrase: "BOOYAH!".
Though with all this success, and past full of pain, he turned to drugs, alcohol, and women once more, but he wasn't alone in these adventures. In fact, the same team member that befriended him, was in the pocket of very rich, and very bad men, who happened to be fans of Victor Stone.
One night they gave him an ultimatum, they had put money on him to lose and told him that if he complied then they wouldn't hurt him or his family. Victor, showing the first signs of his future in herorism, told them he would think about it. During this fateful match, Victor went against their wishes, only for the teammate to provide a "back-up loss".
That night, he hurried his mother and grandmother's home to find it up in flames, with them trapped inside. He went in, using all he could muster of his strength and will to get them out safely, but the house collapsed, trapping and burning the young man alive...
All this time, Victor's father had been keeping watch him, afraid to approach and rebuild their relationship for fear that his son would reject him, but when he heard of the fire, he realized none of that mattered and airlifted his son to the safety of ARGUS.
Within Victor, the parasite went into double time and brought him to the brink of death. Despite his supervisors telling him that he would be fired for his actions and discredited, Silas outfitted his son with a revolutionary life support suit designed to keep VIPs alive in the event that modern medical techniques weren't doing the job.
The parasite registered this life support suit, and morphed it into a weapon to protect itself. In awe of their creation, Silas' supervisors ordered him to begin immediate testing, but Silas had other plans...
Powers and Abilities:
Cybernetic Bodily Enhancements-
Victor's body is composed of almost 80% mechanical parts. His brain is primarily mechanical, with only his limbic system and brain stem remaining. His left eye is replaced with a titanium alloy fitted with various irises for various effects. He has only a single lung, the other replaced by an environmental bio-changer, which is a device that converts his armored body to fit his environment. His right arm is replaced by an energy weapon that when at full power can push a Kryptonian back a few feet, and vaporize hundreds of humans at once. His organic voice box is removed and replaced by a mechanical one. His entire lower body is mechanical, his remaining bones are reinforced with a steel composite, and unfortunately, his gentials are no longer with him, so he is unable to feel sexual attraction or reproduce.
Body Armor-
98% (excluding his head) of his skin is a bullet/fire/sleet/foolproof polyresin gel that protects him from a human jab to a single RPG.
Superstrength-
When operating at full power, Vic can lift 5 tons of material, anymore than that and he will quickly drain his power charge.
Super-leaping-
Victor's legs contain hydraulics that offer two purposes 1) to increase his height and 2) allowing him to leap 1 mile straight up, or 2 miles horizontally
Computer Interfacing- Victor's compurer brain is the 5th most powerful computer on Earth, allowing him great computer based abilities.
1) hacking- he can hack any system on Earth, with the exception of the DOD servers, The Batcomputer, and NASA computer files
2) storage- he can store up to 2 yottabytes of data (each yotta is equal to 1 septillion bytes of data)
Integrated Weapon Systems-
1) his right index finger doubles as a laser with the power to kill any human cells in a 1inch diameter, and as a rocket propelled bomb. He stores spare fingers within his chest
Shocker Palms- his palms can discharge or absorb enough power to overload the Eastern US in a week long power outage
Side Characters:
Beast Boy- a runaway circus freak living in squalor when the two meet
Black Lightning- a university teacher of Victor's, his powersuit is created via an altercation involving Victor
Bumblebee- a drop out classmate of Victor's, the two reunite in the slummy part of town where she works at a diner during the day, but deals drugs at night
Elinore Stone- Victor's unsuspecting mother, unaware of her child's transformation into a cybernetic superhero
Marvin White- a friendly hacker who Victor reluctantly trusts with his life
Maude Stone- Victor's grandmother who lives in an elderly group home, she has a history of heart problems
Sarah Charles- a lab assistant who works where Vic was recreated, he blackmails her to help him stay away from the military's spotlight
Sara Simms- a teacher at a school for the disabled who acts as a damsel in distress, or the MJ to Vic's Peter Parker
Silas Stone- Victor's father and creator of the Cyborg, before his son's transformation he cared only for science and his career, but afterwards he realized his mistakes and has begun trying to find Victor to atone for his problems, unaware the military is watching him to find Victor themselves
Rogues Gallery:
Billy Numerous- a bank robber with the power of self-duplication, he's also homeless
Brother Blood- a youth church group leader by day, by night he's a cult leader who twists his young followers into doing his bidding
Cyborgirl- a prototype that has grown jealous of Victor's positive attention
Ding Dong Daddy- by day a used car salesman, by night he runs a chop shop that uses stolen military hardware
Kilg%re- a sentient computer virus that has a twisted sense of justice and wants to use Victor as a physical tether
Grid- a sliver of Kilg%re that burrowed within Cyborg's computer brain and wants vengeance for it's "father"'s annihilation
Mr. Orr- a military general and Victor's father's boss who wishes to turn Victor into the ultimate weapon
Ron Evers- a childhood friend of Victor's, he has become an extreme christian and the leader of an anti-technology survivalist group due to being convinced that the apocolypse is near.
How is this character different?:
My incarnation of Victor is that of a guy who was once a good, selfless individual, but due to his new life as primarily cybernetic he has become a brooding, dickish young man with an attitude problem. In the comics we've barely seen him as a solo character, and I wish to capitilze on his own heroic adventures, putting him on a team is the last thing I want to do.
What is your goal with this character?:
My goal is show Victor in three different lights, the first is pre-Cyborg Victor Stone and his rise as a great NFL hall of famer. The second is his life as Cyborg, and how far he's willing to fall in not only the public eye, but in his own eye as well and how he views himself. The third light is to showcase the rollercoaster of amuesement rides that are human relationships and their affects on him.
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Identity- Victor Stone/Cyborg
Character Origin/Backstory:
Victor Stone was born in Jump City, California to two ARGUS scientists, who also lived with his grandmother Maud. His mother Elinore quit her job when he was born, causing an altercation with his father Silas, who was at the time handling a classified paramilitary weapon. During an arguement between the two, the weapon ripped an interdemensional hole in reality and an alien parasite latched itself onto his mother's clothing.
That night, unaware of the problems their fight caused, the women in young Victor's life took him from his father, and the alien parasite jumped from Elinore to Victor during a bottle feeding.
As he grew up, the parasite grew with him. Everytime he was wounded, it would take twice longer than normal, but in return for such pain, it kept him alive and his heart beating.
In high school Victor joined his school's football team, leading them to victory every year, gaining the attention of the head cheerleader, and becoming the school's power couple. Though during his senior year they slept together and Victor found out that he would soon become a teenage father. Unfortunately for him though, fate intervened once more in his life, and the high school football king got into a wreck with his ruling queen, killing her and their unborn child.
The parasite, still hiding out in Victor's body caused him to experience twice as much pain as he should have, but kept him alive, forcing him to see the hatred on her parents' faces, and the Stone Kingdom crumbled.
He was forced to drop out of school, and his dreams of playing pro football for the Jump City Jets was just that, a pipe dream that would never come to fruition. His life went further downhill when he was introduced to alcohol and he quickly became an alcoholic, unaware that it ran in the family.
One night during an excessive binge of self pity and booze, he was hit ironically by a drunk driver who happened to be a Jump City Jet football team member. The driver was sent to prison, and when one of the others visited Victor in the hospital, the two turned out to be good friends and Victor was brought onto the team on a last minute decision.
Together, the team went on to become National Champions and All-Americans, with Victor earning a spot in the NFL Hall of Fame. It was in this team during a touchdown dance that he first uttered his famous catchphrase: "BOOYAH!".
Though with all this success, and past full of pain, he turned to drugs, alcohol, and women once more, but he wasn't alone in these adventures. In fact, the same team member that befriended him, was in the pocket of very rich, and very bad men, who happened to be fans of Victor Stone.
One night they gave him an ultimatum, they had put money on him to lose and told him that if he complied then they wouldn't hurt him or his family. Victor, showing the first signs of his future in herorism, told them he would think about it. During this fateful match, Victor went against their wishes, only for the teammate to provide a "back-up loss".
That night, he hurried his mother and grandmother's home to find it up in flames, with them trapped inside. He went in, using all he could muster of his strength and will to get them out safely, but the house collapsed, trapping and burning the young man alive...
All this time, Victor's father had been keeping watch him, afraid to approach and rebuild their relationship for fear that his son would reject him, but when he heard of the fire, he realized none of that mattered and airlifted his son to the safety of ARGUS.
Within Victor, the parasite went into double time and brought him to the brink of death. Despite his supervisors telling him that he would be fired for his actions and discredited, Silas outfitted his son with a revolutionary life support suit designed to keep VIPs alive in the event that modern medical techniques weren't doing the job.
The parasite registered this life support suit, and morphed it into a weapon to protect itself. In awe of their creation, Silas' supervisors ordered him to begin immediate testing, but Silas had other plans...
Powers and Abilities:
Cybernetic Bodily Enhancements-
Victor's body is composed of almost 80% mechanical parts. His brain is primarily mechanical, with only his limbic system and brain stem remaining. His left eye is replaced with a titanium alloy fitted with various irises for various effects. He has only a single lung, the other replaced by an environmental bio-changer, which is a device that converts his armored body to fit his environment. His right arm is replaced by an energy weapon that when at full power can push a Kryptonian back a few feet, and vaporize hundreds of humans at once. His organic voice box is removed and replaced by a mechanical one. His entire lower body is mechanical, his remaining bones are reinforced with a steel composite, and unfortunately, his gentials are no longer with him, so he is unable to feel sexual attraction or reproduce.
Body Armor-
98% (excluding his head) of his skin is a bullet/fire/sleet/foolproof polyresin gel that protects him from a human jab to a single RPG.
Superstrength-
When operating at full power, Vic can lift 5 tons of material, anymore than that and he will quickly drain his power charge.
Super-leaping-
Victor's legs contain hydraulics that offer two purposes 1) to increase his height and 2) allowing him to leap 1 mile straight up, or 2 miles horizontally
Computer Interfacing- Victor's compurer brain is the 5th most powerful computer on Earth, allowing him great computer based abilities.
1) hacking- he can hack any system on Earth, with the exception of the DOD servers, The Batcomputer, and NASA computer files
2) storage- he can store up to 2 yottabytes of data (each yotta is equal to 1 septillion bytes of data)
Integrated Weapon Systems-
1) his right index finger doubles as a laser with the power to kill any human cells in a 1inch diameter, and as a rocket propelled bomb. He stores spare fingers within his chest
Shocker Palms- his palms can discharge or absorb enough power to overload the Eastern US in a week long power outage
Side Characters:
Beast Boy- a runaway circus freak living in squalor when the two meet
Black Lightning- a university teacher of Victor's, his powersuit is created via an altercation involving Victor
Bumblebee- a drop out classmate of Victor's, the two reunite in the slummy part of town where she works at a diner during the day, but deals drugs at night
Elinore Stone- Victor's unsuspecting mother, unaware of her child's transformation into a cybernetic superhero
Marvin White- a friendly hacker who Victor reluctantly trusts with his life
Maude Stone- Victor's grandmother who lives in an elderly group home, she has a history of heart problems
Sarah Charles- a lab assistant who works where Vic was recreated, he blackmails her to help him stay away from the military's spotlight
Sara Simms- a teacher at a school for the disabled who acts as a damsel in distress, or the MJ to Vic's Peter Parker
Silas Stone- Victor's father and creator of the Cyborg, before his son's transformation he cared only for science and his career, but afterwards he realized his mistakes and has begun trying to find Victor to atone for his problems, unaware the military is watching him to find Victor themselves
Rogues Gallery:
Billy Numerous- a bank robber with the power of self-duplication, he's also homeless
Brother Blood- a youth church group leader by day, by night he's a cult leader who twists his young followers into doing his bidding
Cyborgirl- a prototype that has grown jealous of Victor's positive attention
Ding Dong Daddy- by day a used car salesman, by night he runs a chop shop that uses stolen military hardware
Kilg%re- a sentient computer virus that has a twisted sense of justice and wants to use Victor as a physical tether
Grid- a sliver of Kilg%re that burrowed within Cyborg's computer brain and wants vengeance for it's "father"'s annihilation
Mr. Orr- a military general and Victor's father's boss who wishes to turn Victor into the ultimate weapon
Ron Evers- a childhood friend of Victor's, he has become an extreme christian and the leader of an anti-technology survivalist group due to being convinced that the apocolypse is near.
How is this character different?:
My incarnation of Victor is that of a guy who was once a good, selfless individual, but due to his new life as primarily cybernetic he has become a brooding, dickish young man with an attitude problem. In the comics we've barely seen him as a solo character, and I wish to capitilze on his own heroic adventures, putting him on a team is the last thing I want to do.
What is your goal with this character?:
My goal is show Victor in three different lights, the first is pre-Cyborg Victor Stone and his rise as a great NFL hall of famer. The second is his life as Cyborg, and how far he's willing to fall in not only the public eye, but in his own eye as well and how he views himself. The third light is to showcase the rollercoaster of amuesement rides that are human relationships and their affects on him.
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I hate this phone sometimes
I really really cringe when people enter Advanced Games using solely a phone.
Well I dont have a computer to use, and I'm trying to be careful and proof read everything I do. I'ts just that sometimes it does things I don't want it to, like submit twice when I wasn't ready
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