[OOC] Fallen (Robots versus Superhumans, Now Accepting)

[SepticGentleman]

<sub>It all began sometime in the mid-2000s.

We don’t know what the start of it was. Natural mutations in our DNA, some crazy science experiment, or straight up sorcery… doesn’t matter. We stopped asking that question a long time ago. Earth, for a while, was home to both us normal humans, and beings who were… different. More powerful. More dangerous. You’ve heard plenty enough about it already, surely. Folks with godlike powers, some who transform into beasts and the like. It’s easy to imagine, so let’s not dwell on the details.

Now what do you think happened next? In the stories you’ve read, the movies you’ve seen, things always work out, don’t they? Humans and mutants, supers, whatever you want to call them, always end up coexisting to an extent? That didn’t happen here. You give a kid pyrokinesis and he’ll always end up starting fires. As soon as it started, it became a problem. There were mass murders. There were entire cities brought to ruin. Whatever conflict there was between nations was quickly diverted towards handling “the nonhuman problem”. The most common enemy, you could say.

Now admittedly, a good number of nonhumans weren’t the all-powerful monsters so described here. A lot of them were decent people just trying to live their lives normally, or even help with the situation. But the bad outweighed the good. The animosity was too prevalent. Things just kept going further and further downhill. Camps were set up to detain any and all confirmed and even potential nonhumans, from old folks to newborn kids. There was a joint effort between several technologically-focused companies to design a state-of-the-art system to keep track of them all. And that came in the form of a certain artificial intelligence. We’ll focus on her later.

Eventually, humans reached their limit. Despite their success in protecting their people and preserving their technologies, the planet was still being constantly ravaged by rogue parties of nonhumans, and even lone individuals who were powerful enough to take on armies. Earth, as far as they were concerned, was doomed. Every day, humans were being slaughtered and driven away from their homes the world over.

And so they left.

Operation Exodus. The epitome of spaceflight technology, ships designed and produced by every major company around the globe, all launched in a single day, carrying the tools to build the future of mankind. They brought as many humans off the planet as they could with plans of colonizing Mars, Europa, and if need be, further expansion to other areas of the solar system. The remainder of Earth’s entire online connectivity and technological canon were either destroyed or shut down once they departed. Everything else was left to the nonhumans. Any normal folks who didn’t make it to the ships in time either got killed, or did themselves in. Whatever the case, before long there were no humans left on planet Earth. It was all nonhumans the world over.

They didn’t completely destroy the planet like many thought they would. But they certainly changed it. Lingering satellites showed the far-gone colonies what the nonhumans left on Earth were doing. They were still fighting amongst themselves for the worst reasons, leaving entire nations in ruin. But a lot left over ended up building their own societies, even constructing their own cities and technologies using their myriad powers. So in the end, it did work out for both sides. Humans managed to live on in the further reaches of the solar system, and nonhumans got to keep their playground.

It didn’t last.

The year is now 2104. Eighteen years after Operation Exodus was launched. The nonhuman occupants of Earth have, to an extent, settled down. Their cities are still running and their numbers are slowly increasing. There are still many who roam the globe causing problems for the rest, but they get dealt with. Eventually, it settled into a routine. Until some humans decided to come back.

World Patriots. A splinter organization that was founded on Mars, shortly after the newly formed Systems Government began colonization. They started with the goal of one day returning to and retaking Earth, eradicating all nonhuman life. Saving the cradle of mankind, as they would put it. But they knew going up against the enemy themselves would be plain suicide. Thus, against the best wishes of SysGov, the World Patriots poured countless resources harvested from the colonies into constructing leagues upon leagues of proxy forces. Automated drones, tanks, mobile platforms, any line and model they had the designs for. Everything was gathered up into one massive fleet. A single command vessel, and several dozen foundry ships.

And they set a course for Earth.</sub>

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[SepticGentleman]

SETTING AND INFORMATION

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<sub>Down to brass tacks. For over eighteen years, Earth has been in the hands of superhumans. They have acted on both sides of the spectrum, using their myriad varieties of powers to either form their own communities, or destroy what remains. Folks both wander on their lonesome or in groups, or settle down somewhere. To put it plainly, it’s wasteland rules. No more global establishments, no more internment camps, no more waning oppression from humankind… and no more Internet. That’s a big one for a lot of folks.

One such example of a nonhuman effort to rebuild society is the city of Providence. Built on the ruins of Boston, Massachusetts, Providence is a sanctuary amidst the veritable wasteland that is now the United States. The buildings and city systems have all be reactivated and improved after the influence of a certain technopath came about, and with the help of one clairvoyant leader, Providence is now home to a plethora of nonhumans, all pitching in to protect and sustain their new home.

All that is now about to be disrupted with the arrival of the World Patriots’ fleet. A crew of a few thousand aboard one vessel, the Horizon of Reclamation, and several dozen automated foundry ships following alongside, where countless drone units, tanks, mobile platforms, and much more are all stored, until Operation Homecoming officially begins. What’s more, many of the World Patriots involved are, in fact, experienced remote unit operators. Utilizing control stations first issued by the Systems Government to aid in colonization efforts, any World Patriot can take control of any active unit in one quick sequence. However, many operators don’t settle for default units, and thus, they have designed their own.

Customs, as they were nicknamed. Units modified or built from scratch to better suit the preferences of each individual operator. With the advancements in technology booming long before Operation Exodus, it wasn’t difficult to outfit them with weaponry and equipment capable of going up against many of the powers that nonhumans possess. Kinetic deflection shields, laser-based weaponry, synthetic healing fibers, all the good things. One Custom can’t take on every kind of nonhuman, but they vary enough to be capable opponents when working together. The World Patriots plan on gradually deploying drone units from orbit and coordinating them from the Horizon of Reclamation. They don’t plan on stopping until every last nonhuman on Earth’s surface is good and dead.

So, it’s your call who to fight for. Either as one of the drone operators for the World Patriots, or as a nonhuman down on Earth. Whichever you fight for, maybe even both, you’ll have freedom of design for both powers and Customs.

The fight is on.</sub>

[SepticGentleman]

RULES AND CHARACTERS

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<sub>First of all, please not that @Horrid, @Maxx, @UrbanEvolution, and @Mr Allen J are all my trusted co-GMs. Not enough room on the official roster for all of them. Just for clarification.

These are the game-specific rules you have to abide by, split between the World Patriots and nonhumans.</sub>

WORLD PATRIOTS

• _{All World Patriots are normal humans. No exceptions.}
• _{There are no human survivors left on Earth. Plenty of malicious nonhumans were very thorough in their pursuit to kill every remainder of them. If you're human, you're a World Patriot, and you're on their ship.}
• _{World Patriots don’t have one specific uniform style, but they are keen on the colors maroon, gray, black, and white.}
• _{All World Patriots live aboard the same vessel, the Horizon of Reclamation. They do not leave the ship under any circumstances, not even to board the unmanned foundry ships that hold all the proxy forces. Everything in the foundries is either automated or controlled from the main vessel.}
• _{Customs come in countless shapes, sizes, and forms. Humanoid, quadrupedal, flight-based, etcetera. They can be built from older or newer bases of technology; rough and segmented or sleek and shiny. The size limit is pretty substantial, but I am not allowing anything along the lines of this or this.}

NONHUMANS

• _{No reality benders. Period.}
• _{Understand that there is a difference between super powers and straight up magic. The ability to, say, make portals? That's fine, it's a mental projection thing. Very utilitarian. But spells and sigils and hexes and curses, whatever, simply don't belong here.}
• _{"Shadow powers" come in many iterations. The general consensus among myself and my co-GMs are that they are usually very unsavory, being that they have little to do with actual shadows. If a nonhuman can generate orbs of dark purple energy or radiate an aura of fear, that's not a shadow-based power. So, if you wanted to veer that way, heed these words.}
• _{Time control is just too meta. Heightened reflexes are one thing, but temporal manipulation is just asking to be shot down.}
• _{"Death manipulation" is right out.}
• _{"Blood manipulation" and mind control are both just really, really difficult powers to justify. Even if a character with such an ability is meant to be evil, they have a habit of causing problems for the whole of most games in the long run. So both are no-nos.}

_{And here's your character sheet. Once you fill it out, send it to me in a private message for approval.}

[hider=][b]NAME:[/b]
[b]AGE:[/b]
[b]GENDER:[/b]

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[b]APPEARANCE:[/b] (Picture and/or description are all fine.)

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[b]PERSONALITY:[/b] (Optional, if you’d rather develop it through your writing.)

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[b]POWER(S)/CUSTOM(S):[/b] (Not asking for severe limitations/weaknesses but be wary of how you word this section.)

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[b]HISTORY:[/b] (Also optional, if you want to keep it a secret or gradually reveal it.)

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[b]OTHER:[/b] (Once again, optional.)[/hider]

_{And that's everything. Any further questions on topics I didn't cover, feel free to ask me about them.}

[Mixtape Ghost N]

I'm here to make the OOC cray.

[SepticGentleman]

I'm here to make the OOC cray.

@Mr Allen J

I love you too, honey.

[Maxx]

Let's get this party started!

Charon, Lord of the Dead

NAME: Charon
AGE: 45
GENDER: Male

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APPEARANCE: Charon is a man standing at 6’5” and weighing around 120 lbs. He is severely underweight, his bones showing through his skin. He is sickly pale, almost white as a sheet despite being of Mexican heritage. He is obviously severely malnourished, yet he never acts hungry. Charon is bald, and his entire head is painted to look like a white sugar skull, with red accents, face paint that makes his mouth appear like that of a skull’s. In Mexican fashion, the skull is decorated with red flowers, and there are black rings outlined in red around the eyes. He wears contacts that make his irises appear to be red. Clothing-wise, Charon wears a pair of black trousers, a black dress shirt, a black tie, and a long black leather trench coat which trails down to halfway down his calves. This trench coat is buttoned up all the way up to the collar, which hugs his neck like a priest’s collar. He also wears a pair of black boots styled to look like dress shoes. Obviously, everything which Charon wears is black, and everything is fully buttoned-up even when it’s incredibly hot. Charon never seems to feel hot, however, and he does not sweat (visibly, at least).

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PERSONALITY: Crazy, merciless, somber, Charon is a manifestation of Death itself. He is a registered psychopath, completely without remorse of any kind and is viciously sadistic, carving the faces of his victims to look like a smiling skull. He’s nuts, but not in the maniacal run-through-the-streets-screaming kind of way. Charon is more like Hannibal Lecter, viciously polite and courteous until he gets a chance to kill. He often cradles those whom he murders as they die and explains to them exactly what is happening to them, adding to the creep-factor. He has at least mild schizophrenia as well, and can often be heard having conversations under his breath with nobody. He is viciously intelligent as well, with a master’s degree in mortuary science.

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POWER(S)/CUSTOM(S): Entropy manipulation. Basically, Charon makes shit break. He has the ability to cause things to become less-ordered, essentially corroding and disintegrating whatever he attacks. A human body hit by Charon’s blast will show quick evidence of rapid decomposition, and the living target will die of organ failure quickly if they don’t die of shock from watching themselves decompose. Death comes to a living target of Charon within thirty seconds, and there is no cure. They just fall apart and die. Of course, you’re not fighting Charon with men. You’re fighting him with machines. Machines have a different reaction to the blast. Often they show signs of corrosion and rust, and prolonged exposure causes internal components to corrode and break. In the case of armor, Charon often exploits the weak points in armors, and can cause cracks in large metal sheets. Charon is also good at exploiting weaknesses in structures, and can easily bring floors or older buildings crumbling down (just before Exodus, he actually brought the Statue of Liberty crumbling down, killing dozens of people). His powers can be either discharged through touch, or through a unidirectional beam of rippling energy (appears like a beam of shimmering air). Physical contact is significantly stronger than the beam is. When Charon uses his powers, black and purple sparks shoot from whatever the power touches. Charon has become so good at using his powers that he can actually create force fields of it, protecting himself from physical attacks. Charon’s entropy powers have also made himself resistent to the effects of entropy. He does not age, and since his body does not sacrifice heat to entropy, he rarely needs to eat or sleep. His body is also kept cool at all times due to this (thus why he never sweats or feels hot). Charon is also immune to disease. He will never die of natural causes. Ever. Charon also has a very high pain threshold. He is by no means immune to damage, but he can take beatings that other people wouldn’t be able to take and not feel pain.

Oh, and as an extra measure, Charon carries with him a foot-long dagger (sheathed on the left side of his coat), and a MAC-10 machine pistol (which is kept in a holster on the right side of his coat).

Now for weaknesses. Charon’s powers firstly don’t work on gases, liquids, or gels. Amorphous robots are immune to his powers (not that there will be many of those). Secondly, Charon’s powers are weakened by larger surface areas. Spreading out his blast weakens it. This is why Charon can practically disintegrate small things like bullets and small rockets effortlessly, but can’t just disintegrate a whole robot. The larger an object and the more surface area an object has, the less-powerful his effects become. Robots with large surface areas and self-healing polymers will find that Charon’s blasts are weakened to the point that they can put themselves back together just as fast as they are damaged. Charon’s powers cannot shoot through objects (though if he touches things they can travel along the object to things touching it like electricity can) and his powers are also pretty much useless against rocks (but not metals). Charon’s high pain threshold also makes him a bit reckless, and his overconfidence combined with this often causes him to make foolish tactical errors which put him in jeopardy. Charon’s powers also don’t work on crystals like diamond.

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HISTORY: Rafael Menendez was born in Mexico City. From a young age, it was obvious that the boy was quite different from others. So antisocial and, quite frankly, violent was he that he had to be taken out of classes and homeschooled through high school. His only friend growing up was his older brother, who acted more like a father to him than anyone else. Rafael discovered his powers at age fifteen, when his brother was hit by a car, which promptly kept going. The vehicle was found lying on its top in the middle of the road, all four tires dry-rotted and the body a grizzly mess. It was never able to be traced back to Charon himself, but those who knew him suddenly became quite wary. His brother, meanwhile, died a few weeks later due to poor medical care. The family was devastated, but Rafael didn’t seem to care much on the outside. On the inside, however, he was forever changed.

Though Rafael had no people skills, he was very intelligent, often teaching himself, and so he wound up attending college in America on a full scholarship. He received a degree in biology and then a masters in mortuary science, hoping to be a mortician. His family wanted him to raise enough for them to come to America too, but when he thought about it, he didn’t really care about his family. They never heard from him again.

It was the year after he started working at a morgue in Pittsburgh that he committed his first murder. People knew that there was something not right about Rafael, and many of his co-workers suggested that he go to see a psychiatrist. Rafael wanted no part of it, and he worked hard to conceal his differences. Often he would be seen having conversations with no one, and he talked to himself constantly. When confronted about it, he would often react violently, once punching a co-worker in the face for interrupting him rudely. Finally, this got to the point where Rafael was laid off until he got mental help. His boss even offered to take him to therapy and pay for half of it.

Rafael’s boss (well, what was left of him) was found three days later in an empty cold chamber at the morgue. It was easy to trace it back to Rafael; he wasn’t as experienced with killing as of yet, and so he was quickly found and arrested. he went quietly and pleaded guilty for reasons of insanity in court. He was taken to an asylum in Baltimore, one which specialized in mentally-ill metahumans. He stayed there for a few months, until one day when his doctors found the lock on his door completely rusted out. Rafael fled the city and ended up in Chicago. He assumed a new identity and attempted to take up another job at a morgue using papers falsely printed for him by some professional criminals. He stayed there for about six months. Then someone tried to get him help again. This time, it was a girl by the name of Melissa who worked with him. He invited her over for dinner, and then, this time sure that he kept her body free of DNA, killed her, carved her face, and tossed her in the Chicago River.

Not long after her murder, Rafael was walking down an alley when two goons ambushed him. Using his powers, he killed both of them and tossed their corpses in a dumpster. It turned out that the two men worked for the mob, and that a kingpin in Chicago had his eyes on Rafael. He approached Rafael later that night and offered him an incredibly high-paying job to be a hitman. Rafael accepted, and soon added a string of ridiculous murders to his track record. He was famous for breaking into even the most impenetrable rooms, once even breaking into a prison to carry out a hit by rusting the doors open. During this time, he was known as The Angel of Death, and would often wear an angelic mask stained with blood to hide his identity. He became so well-known that a vigilante known as The Watcher came after him. The Watcher defeated Rafael and he was locked back up in the asylum. This time escape was more difficult, but with the help of the mob he was able to break out. A few days later, Rafael’s body was found floating in the Chicago River. He was confirmed dead by police and the search ended.

Buuuut they were tricked. Rafael had long since infiltrated morgues around Chicago, forming a network known as the Mourners. Most Mourners were insane like Rafael, and saw him as some kind of savior who would one day free them from their disease. Rafael had always been as paranoid as he was intelligent, and so he made a plan to fake his own death. He shaved his head and made it into a wig, which was sewn into the head of a corpse who happened to look very similar to him. He had the mob 3D print a skin graft of a hand with his fingerprints, and these were swapped for the cadaver’s hands. He had also been collecting his own blood, taking out samples a pint at a time until, over the course of a few months, he had an entire body’s worth of extra blood. He drained the cadaver of blood and injected his own. Then he shot the body several times in the chest and dropped it into the water. This was when Rafael took up his head paint and became known forever as Charon, Lord of the Dead.

Charon quit the mob and dedicated his efforts to the Mourners, who had become quite an expansive organization that included several metahumans. When the mob didn’t appreciate his leaving to make a rival organization, the Mourners came after them. All of the mob’s old metahuman hitmen worked for Charon now, and so they hardly had a chance. The fighting caused widespread damage in Chicago, and once more The Watcher was on the case, this time working with police to take down the Mourners.

For years, The Watcher and Charon were the worst of enemies. They had a Batman and Joker kind of dichotomy, neither strong enough to truly take the other out. There were wins and losses spread out across the midwest and east coast, and eventually The Watcher, combined with a unit of the FBI known as KINGFISHER, were able to defeat Charon and topple the Mourners.

Then Exodus happened. Charon broke out of prison (this time solely with outside help since his prison was made of stone and quartz crystal) three days before Exodus and travelled to New York, where he celebrated the fall of humanity by destroying the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Chrysler Building. Now that organized governments were no more, Charon was free to destroy as he pleased. He met up with others, and began to form a new organization of the most violent and dangerous metahumans. Serial killers, arsons, revolutionaries, outlaws, all of them flocked to Charon’s side. And he welcomed them. Together, several metas united and defeated The Watcher and what was left of KINGFISHER, destroying Richmond, Virginia in the process. The Watcher was killed, and Charon threw a party where he and his men watched his body burn. They celebrated the next day by destroying the campus of Georgetown University and crumbling the Washington Monument. They became known all over as The Coroners, the most dangerous of metahuman outlaws. Normally they kept to themselves, occasionally destroying do-gooders who threatened them and trafficking drugs into the new societies being built. They co-existed with the meta societies, not messing with them in exchange for being left alone to their own devices. Charon and his team of villains now roam the countrysides primarily, wreaking havoc and having fun being bad.

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OTHER:

Charon’s theme: Hysteria by Muse

Hehehehe. Nobody puts the FUN in FUNeral like Charon.

[SepticGentleman]

Let's get this party started!

Charon, Lord of the Dead

NAME: Charon
AGE: 45
GENDER: Male

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APPEARANCE: Charon is a man standing at 6’5” and weighing around 120 lbs. He is severely underweight, his bones showing through his skin. He is sickly pale, almost white as a sheet despite being of Mexican heritage. He is obviously severely malnourished, yet he never acts hungry. Charon is bald, and his entire head is painted to look like a white sugar skull, with red accents, face paint that makes his mouth appear like that of a skull’s. In Mexican fashion, the skull is decorated with red flowers, and there are black rings outlined in red around the eyes. He wears contacts that make his irises appear to be red. Clothing-wise, Charon wears a pair of black trousers, a black dress shirt, a black tie, and a long black leather trench coat which trails down to halfway down his calves. This trench coat is buttoned up all the way up to the collar, which hugs his neck like a priest’s collar. He also wears a pair of black boots styled to look like dress shoes. Obviously, everything which Charon wears is black, and everything is fully buttoned-up even when it’s incredibly hot. Charon never seems to feel hot, however, and he does not sweat (visibly, at least).

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PERSONALITY: Crazy, merciless, somber, Charon is a manifestation of Death itself. He is a registered psychopath, completely without remorse of any kind and is viciously sadistic, carving the faces of his victims to look like a smiling skull. He’s nuts, but not in the maniacal run-through-the-streets-screaming kind of way. Charon is more like Hannibal Lecter, viciously polite and courteous until he gets a chance to kill. He often cradles those whom he murders as they die and explains to them exactly what is happening to them, adding to the creep-factor. He has at least mild schizophrenia as well, and can often be heard having conversations under his breath with nobody. He is viciously intelligent as well, with a master’s degree in mortuary science.

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POWER(S)/CUSTOM(S): Entropy manipulation. Basically, Charon makes shit break. He has the ability to cause things to become less-ordered, essentially corroding and disintegrating whatever he attacks. A human body hit by Charon’s blast will show quick evidence of rapid decomposition, and the living target will die of organ failure quickly if they don’t die of shock from watching themselves decompose. Death comes to a living target of Charon within thirty seconds, and there is no cure. They just fall apart and die. Of course, you’re not fighting Charon with men. You’re fighting him with machines. Machines have a different reaction to the blast. Often they show signs of corrosion and rust, and prolonged exposure causes internal components to corrode and break. In the case of armor, Charon often exploits the weak points in armors, and can cause cracks in large metal sheets. Charon is also good at exploiting weaknesses in structures, and can easily bring floors or older buildings crumbling down (just before Exodus, he actually brought the Statue of Liberty crumbling down, killing dozens of people). His powers can be either discharged through touch, or through a unidirectional beam of rippling energy (appears like a beam of shimmering air). Physical contact is significantly stronger than the beam is. When Charon uses his powers, black and purple sparks shoot from whatever the power touches. Charon has become so good at using his powers that he can actually create force fields of it, protecting himself from physical attacks. Charon’s entropy powers have also made himself resistent to the effects of entropy. He does not age, and since his body does not sacrifice heat to entropy, he rarely needs to eat or sleep. His body is also kept cool at all times due to this (thus why he never sweats or feels hot). Charon is also immune to disease. He will never die of natural causes. Ever. Charon also has a very high pain threshold. He is by no means immune to damage, but he can take beatings that other people wouldn’t be able to take and not feel pain.

Oh, and as an extra measure, Charon carries with him a foot-long dagger (sheathed on the left side of his coat), and a MAC-10 machine pistol (which is kept in a holster on the right side of his coat).

Now for weaknesses. Charon’s powers firstly don’t work on gases, liquids, or gels. Amorphous robots are immune to his powers (not that there will be many of those). Secondly, Charon’s powers are weakened by larger surface areas. Spreading out his blast weakens it. This is why Charon can practically disintegrate small things like bullets and small rockets effortlessly, but can’t just disintegrate a whole robot. The larger an object and the more surface area an object has, the less-powerful his effects become. Robots with large surface areas and self-healing polymers will find that Charon’s blasts are weakened to the point that they can put themselves back together just as fast as they are damaged. Charon’s powers cannot shoot through objects (though if he touches things they can travel along the object to things touching it like electricity can) and his powers are also pretty much useless against rocks (but not metals). Charon’s high pain threshold also makes him a bit reckless, and his overconfidence combined with this often causes him to make foolish tactical errors which put him in jeopardy. Charon’s powers also don’t work on crystals like diamond.

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HISTORY: Rafael Menendez was born in Mexico City. From a young age, it was obvious that the boy was quite different from others. So antisocial and, quite frankly, violent was he that he had to be taken out of classes and homeschooled through high school. His only friend growing up was his older brother, who acted more like a father to him than anyone else. Rafael discovered his powers at age fifteen, when his brother was hit by a car, which promptly kept going. The vehicle was found lying on its top in the middle of the road, all four tires dry-rotted and the body a grizzly mess. It was never able to be traced back to Charon himself, but those who knew him suddenly became quite wary. His brother, meanwhile, died a few weeks later due to poor medical care. The family was devastated, but Rafael didn’t seem to care much on the outside. On the inside, however, he was forever changed.

Though Rafael had no people skills, he was very intelligent, often teaching himself, and so he wound up attending college in America on a full scholarship. He received a degree in biology and then a masters in mortuary science, hoping to be a mortician. His family wanted him to raise enough for them to come to America too, but when he thought about it, he didn’t really care about his family. They never heard from him again.

It was the year after he started working at a morgue in Pittsburgh that he committed his first murder. People knew that there was something not right about Rafael, and many of his co-workers suggested that he go to see a psychiatrist. Rafael wanted no part of it, and he worked hard to conceal his differences. Often he would be seen having conversations with no one, and he talked to himself constantly. When confronted about it, he would often react violently, once punching a co-worker in the face for interrupting him rudely. Finally, this got to the point where Rafael was laid off until he got mental help. His boss even offered to take him to therapy and pay for half of it.

Rafael’s boss (well, what was left of him) was found three days later in an empty cold chamber at the morgue. It was easy to trace it back to Rafael; he wasn’t as experienced with killing as of yet, and so he was quickly found and arrested. he went quietly and pleaded guilty for reasons of insanity in court. He was taken to an asylum in Baltimore, one which specialized in mentally-ill metahumans. He stayed there for a few months, until one day when his doctors found the lock on his door completely rusted out. Rafael fled the city and ended up in Chicago. He assumed a new identity and attempted to take up another job at a morgue using papers falsely printed for him by some professional criminals. He stayed there for about six months. Then someone tried to get him help again. This time, it was a girl by the name of Melissa who worked with him. He invited her over for dinner, and then, this time sure that he kept her body free of DNA, killed her, carved her face, and tossed her in the Chicago River.

Not long after her murder, Rafael was walking down an alley when two goons ambushed him. Using his powers, he killed both of them and tossed their corpses in a dumpster. It turned out that the two men worked for the mob, and that a kingpin in Chicago had his eyes on Rafael. He approached Rafael later that night and offered him an incredibly high-paying job to be a hitman. Rafael accepted, and soon added a string of ridiculous murders to his track record. He was famous for breaking into even the most impenetrable rooms, once even breaking into a prison to carry out a hit by rusting the doors open. During this time, he was known as The Angel of Death, and would often wear an angelic mask stained with blood to hide his identity. He became so well-known that a vigilante known as The Watcher came after him. The Watcher defeated Rafael and he was locked back up in the asylum. This time escape was more difficult, but with the help of the mob he was able to break out. A few days later, Rafael’s body was found floating in the Chicago River. He was confirmed dead by police and the search ended.

Buuuut they were tricked. Rafael had long since infiltrated morgues around Chicago, forming a network known as the Mourners. Most Mourners were insane like Rafael, and saw him as some kind of savior who would one day free them from their disease. Rafael had always been as paranoid as he was intelligent, and so he made a plan to fake his own death. He shaved his head and made it into a wig, which was sewn into the head of a corpse who happened to look very similar to him. He had the mob 3D print a skin graft of a hand with his fingerprints, and these were swapped for the cadaver’s hands. He had also been collecting his own blood, taking out samples a pint at a time until, over the course of a few months, he had an entire body’s worth of extra blood. He drained the cadaver of blood and injected his own. Then he shot the body several times in the chest and dropped it into the water. This was when Rafael took up his head paint and became known forever as Charon, Lord of the Dead.

Charon quit the mob and dedicated his efforts to the Mourners, who had become quite an expansive organization that included several metahumans. When the mob didn’t appreciate his leaving to make a rival organization, the Mourners came after them. All of the mob’s old metahuman hitmen worked for Charon now, and so they hardly had a chance. The fighting caused widespread damage in Chicago, and once more The Watcher was on the case, this time working with police to take down the Mourners.

For years, The Watcher and Charon were the worst of enemies. They had a Batman and Joker kind of dichotomy, neither strong enough to truly take the other out. There were wins and losses spread out across the midwest and east coast, and eventually The Watcher, combined with a unit of the FBI known as KINGFISHER, were able to defeat Charon and topple the Mourners.

Then Exodus happened. Charon broke out of prison (this time solely with outside help since his prison was made of stone and quartz crystal) three days before Exodus and travelled to New York, where he celebrated the fall of humanity by destroying the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, and the Chrysler Building. Now that organized governments were no more, Charon was free to destroy as he pleased. He met up with others, and began to form a new organization of the most violent and dangerous metahumans. Serial killers, arsons, revolutionaries, outlaws, all of them flocked to Charon’s side. And he welcomed them. Together, several metas united and defeated The Watcher and what was left of KINGFISHER, destroying Richmond, Virginia in the process. The Watcher was killed, and Charon threw a party where he and his men watched his body burn. They celebrated the next day by destroying the campus of Georgetown University and crumbling the Washington Monument. They became known all over as The Coroners, the most dangerous of metahuman outlaws. Normally they kept to themselves, occasionally destroying do-gooders who threatened them and trafficking drugs into the new societies being built. They co-existed with the meta societies, not messing with them in exchange for being left alone to their own devices. Charon and his team of villains now roam the countrysides primarily, wreaking havoc and having fun being bad.

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OTHER:

Charon’s theme: Hysteria by Muse

Hehehehe. Nobody puts the FUN in FUNeral like Charon.

@Maxx

He is, fucking, accepted.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

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He is, fucking, accepted.

@SepticGentleman

No.

[SepticGentleman]

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No.

@Mr Allen J

Excuse you, Jerry Seinfeld.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

This song will play as the World Patriots murder people.

[SepticGentleman]

This song will play as the World Patriots murder people.

@Mr Allen J

That's okay.

[Maxx]

SO I'm planning at least one more major Coroner. There will be a few NPC ones too, but their powers will be useless against machines, so they'll die quickly (a blood manipulator and a disease manipulator). I'm not writing a whole sheet for a one-post cameo.

[SepticGentleman]

SO I'm planning at least one more major Coroner. There will be a few NPC ones too, but their powers will be useless against machines, so they'll die quickly (a blood manipulator and a disease manipulator). I'm not writing a whole sheet for a one-post cameo.

@Maxx

We can pretty much nix biological warfare as a usable tactic completely.

[Mixtape Ghost N]

I'm going to quickly do Drake's sheet just to knock it off so I can continue my other endeavors.

[Horrid]

Y'all ready to chill the fuck out, brah?

[SepticGentleman]

Jin is fucking... he's...

Y-yeah, I guess. I'm sorry, Richard.

_{I'm sorry...}

[Mixtape Ghost N]

Taking one glance at his sheet, I can already tell that Jin has a baby rodent penis.

[Maxx]

Needs moar beep boop.

[SepticGentleman]

Needs moar beep boop.

@Maxx

I WANT. MORE. ROBOTS.

[Horrid]

Taking one glance at his sheet, I can already tell that Jin has a HUMONGOUS penis. And I need it.

@Mr Allen J

Totally, brah.