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Name: Elizabeth “Ellie” Fowler
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Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: At this point, Ellie is pretty hardened, cold, and selfish. There have been brief lapses in her character where she is considerably warmer, or kinder, especially when a matter concerns a small child as she usually isn’t willing to cross a line that may harm something she considers innocent. To further that, she doesn’t like to being called a beast outright. She absolutely hates having a “bad night” and waking up, soaked in blood.
History: Elizabeth Fowler was born and raised as an innocent country girl from the Midwest. Her early life was uneventful but during the summer after her junior year of high school, she came into contact with some creepy stalker figure who managed to get Ellie on her lonesome. But this man wasn’t interested in ransom, sex, or anything that Elizabeth had expected. Instead this man savagely bit into Elizabeth’s neck and after a moment, left her there. She passed out shortly after the man had left but to her horror, she awoke many hours later inside her house, her family dead, in gory fashion, before her. Horrified, she wanted to run seeking help but the sight of their blood… It seemed to occupy her thoughts and any thought of running for help vanished from her mind. Again, she seemed to pass out only to reawake in her bedroom, just like before. Scared at what had just happened, she never went back to that living room, where her family’s body was, and instead leapt through her window and ran.
Years would go by as she tried to repress her powers but she would get these “cravings” for blood, over and over again. She would eventually relapse and the cycle would continue. She feared the idea of handing herself over so she never did, despite the horrific acts she was committing. Eventually, she just started becoming accustomed to it. But one thing continued to plague her thoughts, who was that man that cursed Ellie with this and why only her? She had not infected anyone, and she knew of nobody that had this certain craving like she did, so why was Ellie chosen all those years ago? Whatever the reason, she wanted revenge on that individual and hoped to get it one day.
As security and countermeasures to Rogues increased, Ellie was eventually captured in LA during a particularly “bad night” by AGRO personal. She awoke to find herself in a well-lit cell, designed to prevent self harm or sight of anything outside the cell.
Equipment: There has never really been a need for Ellie to carry equipment. Occasionally she will carry a weapon in order to assist with drawing blood or defending herself. The weapons vary to whatever Ellie can find but they usually are some sort of kitchen knife with a rare exception that she uses a gun.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents:
Bloodlust - This ability allows Ellie to gain an increase in speed and strength but only whenever she encounters human blood. The more blood, and by default gore, there is in her area, the stronger Ellie becomes. Unfortunately, any increase in her Bloodlust ability will be portional to a loss of sanity and control Ellie has. The effects of Bloodlust are temporary but the results can be horrific.
Shadowmeld - A dark alley at night can hide just about anybody from the naked eye, but Ellie’s Shadowmeld takes her concealment a little further. Under a certain light intensity level, Ellie can be hidden from a well trained or supernatural eye (in most cases) and various scanning equipment (infrared, night vision, etc.).
Weakness: Sunlight or artificial light can be a great counter to both of Ellie’s abilities. Direct sunlight severely cripples Ellie’s speed and strength and lessens her gains in those areas, while not lessening her loss of sanity from seeing blood. Shadowmeld is completely nullified in sunlight and pretty much anywhere outside as the light intensity is too high to find a dark enough spot. Artificial light, depending on the light intensity, can slow or harm Ellie, but in a lesser capacity compared to the sun. Street lights and such will have almost zero impact, but a well lit room will have a noticeable impact on Ellie’s performance. Light can be weaponized against Ellie as even the sudden shock of a flashlight beam striking Ellie can briefly stun her. Police forces have taken to using bright UV lights to really counter Ellie.
Secret Hideout: Her apartment was illegally acquired after she killed the previous tenant. It is tucked away in the Bottoms, a pretty poor district but highly prized for it’s discretion.
Relationships: Hates the man from her past, Hates ARGOs
Emma Summers | Nihil
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Species: Human
History: In the year 1986 a new kind of weapon was bred in the wind-swept desert of Afghanistan. The pressure of the Cold War has been on a steady rise, and it soon exploded in conflict. The Russian invasion of Afghanistan created a new warzone for the US to fight a proxy war against communism. Naturally they sided against Russia, supporting the Afghani Mujahideen. This war served as the backdrop of a highly illegal and highly unethical experiment conducted in the dark depths of the US Military-Industrial Complex by a secret group of researchers, unknown to all but a very select number of US Government officials. The question was simple: How does one create the perfect soldier? The first solution was technological: A serum that greatly increased the physical capabilities of a solider, additionally bestowing them with a number of 'super powers' that would aid them in their job. The second was much darker. In science there is an experiment that is considered taboo. Dubbed "The Forbidden Experiment". What would happen to someone if they were deprived of exposure to language of any sort? The researchers designed an evocative experiment: A child deprived of human contact. Taught by machines. Gradually exposed to the world through video and picture. Kept in peak physical condition. Raised by technology to be a soldier that had no regard for human life or their own life, instilled with unflinching obedience. Combined with their newly invented 'super-serum' this child was to be the ultimate soldier. The child had no name, but the researchers gave her a nickname: Nihil. A Latin word best described as meaning 'the absence of anything'. Nothingness.
It was at the age of twelve that Nihil was given her first mission. The Soviet–Afghan War was already over, but the Cold War was still on and researchers were eager to see the fruits of their labor. An operation was called by the general who was privy to the details of the experiment, buried in layers of deniability. The mission was simple: Capture a Soviet outpost. It was a task for a group of highly trained soldiers. Instead a little girl was sent in.
The mission, needless to say, was a success. Nihil proved to be highly capable in combat, and it seemed that all the programming and experimenting had indeed created the perfect soldier. As time went on the US's 'secret soldier' went on more missions, always proving successful against the most unlikely of odds. Every time it was the same: She'd receive her orders, be dropped into the hot zone, carry out her mission, exfiltrate, and then return to isolation, or to the training room connected to her cell, but she still always never saw a single person. The only times she had human contact was through the scope of a rifle. The only voices she heard where the screams of her targets. But something had to give, the shroud of isolation couldn't be kept forever. There was one variable that the researcher's couldn't control: Themselves. They weren't bad people... or maybe they were, but they felt remorse. Some of them were unable to handle the kind of research they were doing. Some were entirely uncaring, seeing Nihil as nothing more than a subject. But almost all of them were quelled by their paycheck. Almost.
One of them faced the ultimate struggle: Love. One of the researchers who spent countless hours observing Nihil came to feel a strange paternal affection for the girl who he had twisted into a soldier. It happened slowly, but it happened nonetheless. One day Nihil was sitting in her cell, as she always had, when something unexpected came through the slit in the door that had always delivered only food: A flower, and a note. The clean, white, sterile, surgical cell, devoid of anything but the basic necessities of life and a computer screen through which she had been educated had suddenly been invaded by a small speck of color. The facility rose in a panic. Their carefully controlled experiment had suddenly been thrown askew. The never anticipated one of their own going so far in mutiny.
Nihil picked up the note, felt the paper. The words which she had only ever seen etched into a computer screen. Researchers scrambled. She couldn't read it, they couldn't let her. It would likely destroy their work. As the mutinous researcher had been carried away, the door to Nihil's cell opened and for the first time she had seen a face on the other side of it. A stern face, a human face, reaching for the note. Suddenly her world had been thrown into question. Thoughts that never came to her, question that she had never come to ask. Who was she? Who were they? What are they? Who are the people she killed? Why did she exist?
Something snapped inside her. She understood that they did something wrong to her, the note made it clear. The girl easily overpowered the researcher, slamming his face against the wall and leaving a bloody smear. Their experiment was over. How could it succeed? No one can stem the very basis of human nature. They had reached too far. The girl they bred for war, of course, had no problem escaping from their confines after that. What was once a sterile research lab was sullied by blood. No one in the research staff, not one of the guards, nor one of the numerous other unholy experiments, not one of the janitors, or the maintenance workers, or the soldiers lived. They had created a monster.
An unfeeling monster that wanted nothing more than to feel.
As she emerged from the depths of the facility she emerged into a unknown environment. She had only ever known desert and mountains and the lab. This place was different. The mountains reached taller, scraping against the sky above. The ground was not sand, but concrete. Around her stood none of the 'Soviets' she had been taught were the enemy. Instead she was surrounded by people. Unfamiliar people. Numerous people, countless people. They stared at her: A teenage girl soaked in blood, carrying a rifle, clothing tattered. One of them called the police. Nihil was already gone, running away into a world she knew very little about.
Soon after that she found herself taken back into the fold of the US Military. Escaping wouldn't be that easy. It had been something they had prepared for. They could track her, of course. But things were different as she returned. She came to learn the name of the general in charge of the experiment: Brook. General Dalton Brook. He, like many of the researchers, came to see that the experiment was a mistake, so he extended an offer to reintegrate her into society with support from to government. The price was simple: Nihil's secrecy. No one would know where she came from. She wanted to know what life was like outside of confinement. She agreed.
She was soon re-educated, placed into an apartment, taught how to live like a 'normal' person. They gave her money. They gave her freedom. They gave her a name, Emma. They even let her join the VA. She was technically still a veteran, after all. But it wasn't enough for her. How could it be? She soon came to recognize what they took from her. What she could never get back. She was still a warrior, no matter what they did. She still couldn't feel like any other person. She still couldn't know what it was like to really be normal. So she disappeared, again. This time she made sure they couldn't follow. She used her powers to escape, again, and never looked back. She also promised herself one thing: She would exact revenge upon General Dalton Brook.
After that she slipped into the criminal underworld. By day she kept on her mask: The mask of a normal person, pretending to feel the emotions she could never feel. By night she was a rouge. Her powers made her a natural fit. She still only knew how to be a soldier. Assassination was her trade. She still felt nothing when she took a life. She felt no remorse. She wanted to hurt the people who hurt her and the people who didn't hurt her. She wouldn't be satisfied until everyone bled. But one thing still kept her sane. One thing kept her from being a psychopath: The memory of the flower and the note she had received from the one person who had loved her. The note she still kept with her. The note no one else would ever see. Part of her wanted to hurt, but part of her wanted to feel. Part of her wanted to discover the emotions she never knew.
As the years went on she felt her life become meaningless. She only lived to live. The feeling still wasn't there. She came to realize he joy that she once thought she felt when she killed was false, engineered by the researchers. She still wanted to kill Dalton Brook, but it seemed unattainable. He was half a world away. She felt trapped. And then one day during her 'late night activities' she was caught by a hero. Captain Power. She could've escaped. It would've been easy with her powers. But she gave up. She let herself get caught. He was confused, but took her in. And that was it. She was sent to prison, buried behind layers of security designed to prevent her escape. She couldn't be stopped. Ironically her powers made escape quite easy for her. But she didn't care. It was just like old times.
"I can leave whenever I want."
Personality: Nihil is devoid of emotion. She strives for it, but it's always out of reach. She's only felt emotion twice: Hatred for the people who authorized the experiments conducted on her, and a small moment of happiness hen she read a letter penned by the only person who has loved her. She is almost entirely apathetic towards existence, only driven by her goal to kill General Dalton Brook. She has no friends, has never tried to make any friends, and is seemingly unable to make friends. How can someone with no emotion have friends? She's entirely confident in her abilities, convinced that nothing can stop her, no matter how incorrect that might be. She rarely speaks, and isn't very easy to work with, instead preferring to operate solo.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Nihil's principal talent is mastery with almost all forms of weaponry. She is a highly skilled marksman, able to use a sniper rifle to make shots that no normal human can make. She has a supreme reaction time and can slow her breathing to the point where it is almost impossible to discern if she is actually alive. Her senses are also highly heightened, furthering her skill as a marksman. Her skill with guns is so great that she can shoot the individual blades of a helicopter while they are in motion. She has been trained in the art of 'gun-kata', a form of martial arts that integrates hand to hand techniques with gunplay and the statistical study of a gunfight, allowing her to very accurately predict and then react to the patterns that her enemies will use, making her a very deadly foe against groups of enemies. She is of course, by extension, highly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and swordplay. The serum given to her also has imbued her with more 'super-human' abilities. She is more durable than an average person, able to survive a number of gunshots or a long fall, has strength comparable to a man twice her size. One of her principal abilities is they power to move at speeds that are almost imperceptible, appearing as little more than a blur. Additionally she can jump much higher than the average human, around the height of 20 feet. This allows her supreme mobility, letting dart quickly across the battlefield in a blink of an eye.
Weakness: Nihil's first weakness is her highly heightened senses. Although this at first seems to strictly be an advantage she is prone to sensory overload, extreme smells or loud sounds can have highly adverse effects on her. Additionally it is worth nothing that although she is more durable than the average human, unlike many super humans she is still very susceptible to gunshots or other physical damage. She might be durable, but she is very far from invulnerable. Finally the super-serum has had some adverse effects on her. She is prone to intense migraines, which in the past has not served her well in battle. The serum may have more negatory side-effects that remain unseen.
Secret Hideout: Nihil has no secret hideout, only a shitty apartment,
Relationships: The only feeling Nihil has for any person is the hate she feels for the General.
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That's about as close I as can get to what I'm imagining. Just take all the mouths and accessories off, but keep the general shape and the texture of the skin. His head is wider and more pointed, as are the shoulder pads, so it sort of looks like the someone took the top half of a star and attached a human body to it. He's still got the cape, but instead of a mouth he has three eyes on his head. The middle one is turned sideways and the other two are close to it and turned at an angle so it look kind of like a blooming flower. He's got eight more eyes on his chest, running down it like buttons, and two big ones on each shoulder. His entire body is a dark purple color, except his eyes and fingernails which are red. His fingernails are creepily long, at that point where they start to curve down a little bit, and he's got this big hardened, ridged gauntlets that take up his entire forearms. Also the toes of his shoes curl up and back.
Name: Semyaza
Alias: General Semyaza, Greatest Warrior of the Grigori Empire
Age: Indeterminate. Aged over 200 years, and then spent a great deal of time sealed in an urn floating through space.
Gender: Definitely masculine.
Species: Grotesque Idol given life via strange alien magic.
Personality: Semyaza was brought to life to do two things: conquer and destroy. This he does in the name of his Queen, whom he was sworn undying loyalty towards. He is an incredibly prideful warrior who is incapable of turning down a challenge, and despite himself has a flair for the dramatic. He is not well versed in anything that does not pertain to battle or destruction and is both literal minded and disturbingly naive. He's still working out how to make decisions for himself now that he doesn't have the Queen to tell him what to do. He considers humans trash to be exterminated, but his loyalty to the Queen is so great that he will throw away his pride and work with them if there's even the slightest chance of reviving her.
History: Semyaza was brought to life in a far off star system by an evil witch named Queen Grigoria and waged a two hundred year war leading her armies of Groteque Idols in an attempt to steal the star systems throne from its rightful ruler, the wise Lord Metatron. In the final moments of the conflict, however, Lord Metatron sacrificed himself to save his people. Sealing himself, Grigoria, and Semyaza into a magic urn and having it cast into space to drift forever among the stars...
WGUF-What Got You Famous: ...until it had the misfortune of slamming into our moon, cracking it and releasing Metatron, Grigoria, and Semyaza. Grigoria immediately set her sights on the nearest planet, resolved to CONQUER EARTH, and began building up her army. The weakened Metatron slipped away, however, falling to Earth and passing the last of his powers to five teenagers so that they might defend their home from this threat. Semyaza would face them personally several times while leading Grigoria's ground troops. The last and most memorable took place in Tokyo, where he was magically grown to a hundred stories high in order to do battle with them and their giant robot. He was struck down, but not killed for fear of the collateral damage should he explode in the densely packed city. A few hours later the spell wore off, he shrunk to regular size, and was carted off by ARGO authorities for imprisonment and study.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Semyaza has strength, stamina, and endurance far beyond what any ordinary human can muster. He can survive deep underwater and in a vacuum of space indefinitely. His arms can stretch out like snakes. He can fire a battery of high powered lasers from his eyes, as well as purple lightning out of his hands. Two blades spring out of the gauntlets above his wrists that curve inward and are capable of slicing through nearly anything. His cape can transform into batlike wings that allow him to fly.
In addition he is very interested, after years of watching Queen Grigoria do it, in carving Grotesque Idols of his own and thinks he might have the basic technique down. He just doesn't have the sheer magical force that allowed her to churn them out on a constant basis.
If he dies he explodes into a massive fireball, and is somehow able to speak without having a mouth.
Weakness: Being exposed to religious paraphernalia weakens his powers. Holy symbols, holy places, holy people, even prayer if spoken by a true believer. Anything that gives off "the same wavelength as Metatron's power" is poison to him. A long enough exposure would render him completely helpless.
Secret Hideout: A castle on the moon that he can't currently reach unless he wants to fly all the way there himself. Contains a teleportation pad (broken), a extensive library of magic tomes, a telescope with which to view anyone or anything on Earth, and a workshop for creating Grotesque Idols. The castle now lies in complete ruin from the final battle against Queen Grigoria.
Relationships:
-The Teen Angels: Probably in their twenties by now, come to think of it. A three man, two woman team residing in Los Angeles, California. These teens were given the power to defend the world by Lord Metatron, donning magical armor made from his essence and summoning giant robots when things got hairy. Interestingly, each was of a different religious faith. (Nemesis)
-Queen Grigoria: The leader of the Grigori Empire and an evil witch with phenomenal magical power. Defeated in an epic final battle and resealed in the urn, which is now hidden...somewhere. (Glorious Leader)
-Azazel, Sariel, Ezekiel, Armaros, Baraqel, and Arakiel: Semyaza's direct subordinates, each killed in turn by the Teen Angels. (Dead friends)
“I tried helping you idiots when you couldn’t do it yourselves, then you turned around and stabbed me in the back for all my hard work. Well, watch out, because you had your chance. Now, you can choke on it.”
Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.”
Name: James Edward Falcon
Allias: Falcon
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Powers: Falcon can cause objects around him to change size, growing or shrinking into perfect scale replicas of themselves without changing density. A secondary ability allows him to teleport to anywhere he can see.
Appearance: Falcon has narrow grey eyes set above a prominent nose and a slim, clean-shaven face. He keeps his dark hair short, and was typically known to go around in a smartly-tailored business suit and tie. His torso is solidly built though not overly muscular, and his long legs take him to a height of 190 centimetres. (Picture to come)
History: James Falcon came into his abilities as a young man and, seeing that his powers were less well suited to flying though the skyline fighting criminals, he instead entered the world of business. His talent for growth and long-term strategic thinking saw him rise to prominence at a young age.
Because of his belief that superbeings should use their abilities to make the world better, he put much of his wealth funding altruistic projects. He put money into refugee camps and disaster relief, and funded drug research and subsidies where he felt that the government was falling short. As time passed and his business empire grew, his philanthropy also branched out to supporting political campaigns of candidates he felt had good priorities, then to supporting the cases of criminals whose actions he believed were justified, such as those who used dubious methods to expose corruption or exploitation. It was when he was found to be sheltering two of these men in his mansion while police were searching for them that he himself was arrested for obstructing the course of justice and trumped up charges related to his use of financial resources to exert undue influence on politics.
James did not resist his arrest and agreed to stand trial, confident in his assertions that the good he did for the world far outweighed the bad and that others would see that and overlook his breaking the letter of the law for upholding its spirit. He was dead wrong. A number of his political and business rivals piled in on the case, pushing for as harsh a sentence as possible, and he was sent to prison for five years. As a regular prison would be unable to hold him and no suitable facility was near to hand, he was extradited and sent to a secure facility designed to hold the most hardened violent supervillains, the ICF.
Horrified and insulted by this turn of events, he brooded on his anger and frustration, and so the supervillain Falcon was born. The people who had put him here, he decided, were incompetent fools. He had spent a long time plugging holes in a broken system with his own hard work and donations, but to truly help, much more would be required. The whole system needed to be broken down and rebuilt from the ground up, and the people in charge needed to know what they were doing and be able to see it through. People like Falcon. This would be his new mission in life, and arriving in jail, he had plenty of time to plan.
Personality: James Falcon is not an impulsive man. Rather, in all things he prefers a cautious, calculating, strategic approach. To him, knowledge is power and the way to get what one wants is by careful planning and precise execution. He prefers his own company when ruminating on these things and reacts irritably to distraction, though he will happily share his ideas and talk at length at more appropriate times. He is possessed of great determination and drive to reach his goals, and, facilitated by his approach above, has usually been successful. He truly does want to make the world a better place, but this ambition has been twisted by his anger and frustration about the ineffectiveness of government at achieving meaningful changes. He has become proud, vengeful and ruthless.
Strengths: Falcon’s most formidable asset is his strong intellect, which allows him to use his abilities to full effect in a number of situations. This is backed up by his sharp senses and good reflexes.
Weaknesses:
Falcon’s teleportation ability only enables him to move within his line of sight, which limits its usefulness when it’s dark or his vision is otherwise obscured. He can take one other person with him or an equivalent amount of material, but no more.
His size altering powers do not work on himself or any other humans.
He dislikes being thrust into situations without warning, as his best strength comes from planning ahead and being able to control his environment.
Secret Hideout: As mentioned above, Falcon is not from Lochwell City, so he has no current base in the city. What he does have, however, is his emergency Swiss bank account, which he started when he first entered business and has been feeding ever since in case some unforeseen disaster should make the rest of his fortune inaccessible.
Equipment: For now, a prison jumpsuit. But just you wait until he can get out and get creative!
Relationships: James has immense respect for The Chief, a superhero from his hometown who doesn’t just catch criminals, but spends just as much time using his abilities to be helpful to law-abiding people. This is supering done right, in his opinion.
“Superbeings are not bound by the laws of men. We are born with the power to break the laws of nature itself, and are bound to step in and use that power when ordinary systems fail to protect mankind. I spent years trying to prop up the current system and plug its gaps with my powers, never realising that what it was beyond all hope of repair. Similarly, I reject my sentence under your legal code and instead answer to a higher moral law. It now demands that I step in not to uphold civilisation, but to destroy it. I will burn everything down to the bedrock and start over, This time, I will be in charge and I will see things done right.”
Oh, wow, I hope this is still open! But, just wondering if rouge is meant to be rogue, as in dishonest and unprincipled. The former refers to a kind of...cosmetic, I think?
Defacto Okay, so who's going to carry the corpse?
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Oh, wow, I hope this is still open! But, just wondering if rouge is meant to be rogue, as in dishonest and unprincipled. The former refers to a kind of...cosmetic, I think?
I was going to say that about the rogue misspelling. D:
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Hey i fixed that sorry i was up late yesterday lack of sleep. @Defacto
Defacto Okay, so who's going to carry the corpse?
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@Mugin, no need to be sorry. ^.^ All of us were up late suggesting ideas. I'm making my CS now :D
Aye, I see! Well, I hope it's fine if I just throw in this CS. Thanks for reading, anyway!
[Please disregard the tattoos in the picture] Standing at 170 centimeters tall, and of average build, she is relatively pale, with grey-green eyes, arched eyebrows, ear piercings, and cropped pitch-black hair. She has the occasional jagged scar bolting its way across her skin of course, but who doesn’t in this world?
Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart.
[Please disregard the tattoos in the picture] Standing at 170 centimeters tall, and of average build, she is relatively pale, with grey-green eyes, arched eyebrows, ear piercings, and cropped pitch-black hair. She has the occasional jagged scar bolting its way across her skin of course, but who doesn’t in this world?
Name: Riley Pielwood
Alias: NA
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Personality: Snarky and with a love for sharp humour, Riley wouldn’t immediately come across as psychotic to those she meets. Fun-loving and highly appreciative of a few chuckles, Riley makes careless remarks and laughs whenever she will. Though bright and energetic, she hides her claws and filed teeth behind her wide smile, tucked away until her hackles have been raised. Her laughter is bark-like and sharp, as is her bite. She likes teasing people and ribbing them in good fun, but nowhere near as much as she enjoys seeing an expression ranging from dismay to horror to panic to pain unfurl over a face, and knowing she has put it there. She enjoys herself a fair dose of chaos, might instigate it now and then, but she has found that dropping in during the second act isn’t all too bad either. She has an intense weakness for challenges too, and can’t stand being bored, especially if mundane people let her down and fail to fulfill her amusement quota. Sarcasm and sardonicism keep her entertained during lull periods. She doesn’t particularly need to see blood to be satisfied – hasn’t got much of an appetite for it, to be frank – but she will draw it to prove a point if need be. Vindictive, she can get childishly petty and vengeful when she doesn’t get her way. Needless to say, she is not the most mature, but she will do anything for her little sister Naomi.
History:
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. It was a crumbling union of two unfortunate souls too prideful to separate that Riley witnessed as a toddler, loathed as an child and overlooked as an adolescent. It helped matters none when her mother got pregnant again and Riley got herself a younger sister at nine. Of course, it was left to Riley to look after the thing right after it was weaned. It took all of six months for her to get attached to little Naomi, but once she began to feel warmth uncoiling in her stomach when looking at the ankle-biter’s rosy cheeks and guileless gummy smile, she was stupidly loyal to a baby. By then, she had gotten herself into a few scuffles, though nothing serious. She would return home with bloody knuckles and bruises blooming anywhere imaginable and her baby sister would brush her chubby grasp over the tender spots on Riley’s skin like a whisper. Their parents had never been big on gentle physical touch, and Riley absolutely lived for those moments. She never lost a fight, and came home daily to coo over Naomi as the dull aches slowly pulsed into faded muscle memory.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
Their parents slowly spiraled further and further away, eventually becoming so detached and in need of remedy that the dining table was empty more often than not, as they spent their days languishing in numb, alcohol-induced limbos. That however didn’t bother Riley as much as how bone-dry Naomi’s bottle was getting, and when Naomi got a fever Riley was thrown into absolute panic. She considered it a miracle her sister hadn’t gotten sick earlier – the darkened flat hadn’t been feather-brushed in years, much less properly cleaned, and Riley’s cheeks were growing gaunt and hollow to keep Naomi’s plump but almost, it would seem, to no avail. Riley could see it all – the hunger, the pain – diminishing to naught as she perched owlishly by the crib, desperately clinging onto Naomi’s pudgy fist as she screamed and her face turned ruddy and her little voice choked on her own tears.
The next morning in school, a boy passed a mindless comment that sent Riley rocketing off her seat. She was sick with worry, and the boy was a brainy bespectacled thing who deserved all her resentment because he came from a house that wasn’t falling apart and parents with a love as deep as their wallets. He couldn’t even fight her off with his own fists. Instead, he begged her to stop and tried to sweeten the plea with money. Riley almost scoffed, until she realised what he was offering and plucked him off the ground. He meekly handed her five dollars, but a shaking of his shoulders and a snarl in his pasty face raised the sum to a princely fifteen. With that money, Riley was able to buy milk formula for Naomi. Given another two recesses and a whole playground full of potential victims with cushy families, Riley could pay for a trip to the doctor’s. She attracted strange stares in the waiting room, as she cradled a squalling baby in knobby arms and with cheeks smudged as dark as soot, but she glared at the receptionist and nurses and patients who were all just blockades between Naomi and the doctor until they tore their eyes to the ground.
Naomi got better, but Riley continued to bully the kids, until the pantry was stocked up again and Riley herself began to fill out. When she was twelve, upperclassmen who had seen her exploits during recess where the teachers couldn’t see invited her to play truant with them. She surveyed them warily at first, until they mentioned money. By the time Riley was thirteen, she had become a bully outside of the playground, and ran around with a gang of youths who were all older than her but headed in the same direction. Rogues had already started becoming an issue then, and these gangly adolescents with enough tar in their lungs to reline roads and tattoos snaking around their bodies like vices fantasised living lives of obscene wealth, play, and skullduggery.
They got up to mischief on a daily basis; Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. Even if the gang was majorly made up of dim bulbs and dull tools, Riley was saving up handsomely, and they made her laugh and lightened her heart even if they lived a story set against the most grim of backgrounds. Plus, her thick-as-thieves associates in malice would have gladly jumped a bullet for Naomi, now at four a cute rascal with a smile to melt even the ringleader’s heart and enough naivety to shame Riley, and she was grateful for any protection they could offer, now that she had gotten herself involved in risky business. But she lived every day laughing and playing with her sister, running around and wreaking havoc around town with teenagers as mad and starved for the intangible as her, and it was a good life to live.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
But because the one above was too long, I added in this summarised version, because I can understand it would be a pain to read through the whole thing.
Riley was born in a rough neighbourhood on the more dingy side of town, to parents who may have loved each other in a previous life but must have ceased all affections somewhere after their honeymoon and before her birth. She later had a little sister by the name of Naomi at the age of nine, who came to care intensely for. She would often get into fights in school, but always came home to Naomi and for that she was grateful.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
Their parents then stopped providing for them, and it worried Riley that Naomi was getting less and less fed. When Naomi got a fever Riley was worried sick, and after beating up a rich boy in school realised she could extort money from her classmates, using what she unjustly earned to buy milk formula for Naomi, pay for her health, and feed the family again.
When she was twelve, she became involved with a gang of youths who were all older than her but filled to the brim in the head with fantasies of being rogues. Riley learnt from the smarter ones how to con and deceive and be wily, for the delayed gratification of whipping the carpet out from beneath the feet of the unsuspecting; the brutish ones with a relish for inflicting pain traded their more sadistic skills for Mathematics tuition; she was given a fair share of whatever profits they could loot. She stayed on because she was earning and learning, and running amok with these people lifted her spirits.
But then it all went wrong when Riley turned seventeen, and had herself upgraded to an organisation which was bad news on a whole new scale. Naomi would ask why Riley didn’t go see their usual friends, and Riley would never tell her that those usual friends were absolutely paltry compared to her new ones. But her new affiliation offered so many more benefits – namely, an income, if she did her job.
What Got You Famous:
The same problem happened; I'm so sorry.
And she did. She did do her job, got herself paid and told to rest on her laurels until something else came along and they called on her duty again. She did her job several times over, and did it well even if it would make her stomach turn. But she overcame her squeamishness quickly enough, and only pursed her lips when she did her job. But somebody else didn’t. Somebody else screwed up, and Riley was awakened one night by Naomi’s screaming, her parents’ shouting, and the door to her room being kicked down.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
She was seventeen. A seventeen-year-old girl caught in her bed in nothing but boxers and a singlet, eyes still bleary from sleep and squinting into the spotlight shone on her, as her little sister cried at the doorway, held back by parents who now gave their undivided attention. Perhaps she wasn’t exactly what the ARGO team had been expecting when they crashed into her house on an overnight mission to round-up members of a rogue organisation they had just dismantled, because there was a beat of absolute silence from the officers – armed with impressive weaponry and decked out in bulletproof vests and suits which all looked overdone now – before they started to order her to the ground, voices ricocheting in the cramped room.
When Riley failed to comply, one of them reached forward to roughly drag her off the bed. But it had been a long time since Riley had slept, sure of her safety. Before the officer could even blink, she had dragged the serrated edge of the dagger she kept beneath her pillow into the flesh of his underarm.
Howling, he let her go, falling back and failing his arm so that blood flew everywhere. Pandemonium peaked, and Pandora’s box opened in that room itself as voices exploded and rifles were whipped into the hunter’s crouch, aimed right at her heart. Another soldier tried to advance, and the hand holding the dagger twitched to right beside her ear, ready to be thrown.
Caught in this stalemate, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who broke free of her parents’ hold to push against the back of an officer’s legs, desperate to get through, crying for Riley even though her entire front was splattered with another man’s blood. The officer turned sharply then, every instinct lit and every nerve strung high, and swung the barrel of his rifle down as he peered at Naomi.
It was aimed right at her sister.
I cannot lose her. With a flick of her wrist that was too easy – so familiar, so simple – Riley threw the dagger. It embedded itself deeply in the chink of armour that had been revealed as the soldier craned his neck downwards. In a spray of blood from the back of his neck, the soldier gave a last sputter and fell.
A body was flung at her, pinning her at once against the floor. Riley landed on her back, the breath flattened out of her. She started to wrestle with the man, scratching at his face and knocking his visor askew, all the while hearing the high-pitched shrieks of Naomi. She made a claw-like shape with her hand, whipping it forth to rake her nails down the man’s face. Unexpectedly, the man yowled anew when tongues of flame licked his face.
His comrades who had scrambled to save the fallen life whirled around to find Riley struggling to her feet, gazing in awe at her right hand now swallowed in fire. She looked up, to see soldiers with eyes full of intent to bring her down, and waved her arm around, a torch that roared with life as she yelled, “Stand back!”
Obstinately, the team advanced, and she flung her hand at them. Fire sprung to life behind a man’s ears, and he scrambled to beat it out. But try as he might he continued to burn. New screams filled the room, and hesitantly the team began to recoil.
There was a window just paces away from where Riley stood. She was just about to leap for it, when she heard Naomi – all screams now dead – whimper, “Make it stop.”
It was enough to strike Riley dumb; that pause was enough for what remained of the force to bring her down and innovatively bag and handcuff her hands. But she remained limp, lifeless, beneath them, hearing on endless repeat Naomi’s plea. Once she was hauled upright to be taken away, Riley bent to Naomi’s level long enough to say goodbye, before she was heaved into an armoured truck; before she could say – hypocritically – stay out of trouble, be good; before she could hear her sister burst into tears again.
Riley’s story gained renown. After all, a girl whose hand spontaneously combusts into flame is never conventional. Reporters craving a juicy story martyred her when word got out how subdued she became once she heard her little sister call out for her. The efforts to make her a saint only intensified when a journalist shallowly researched her background to hit upon the sheer depth of Riley’s care for Naomi. But it was all useless, because Riley was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, locked away somewhere by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content, and no amount of media press was ever going to get her out.
Naomi worked with the organisation for a while, fully aware that it was nasty business but getting over her qualms about it for the money she and Naomi were dependent on. But then somebody made a mistake, and an ARGO team came to round up members of the rogue organisation they managed to dismantle. They kicked down their way into her room before the eyes of her parents and Naomi. They woke her up abruptly, and when one of them tried to roughly drag her off the bed, she cut him with the dagger she slept beneath her pillow.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Both parties conscious that the other was dangerous, everyone became motionless, except for Naomi who pushed against the back of an officer’s legs, trying to get to Riley. The officer turned at the push, and swung his rifle in such a way that the barrel was aimed at Naomi. Afraid at once of losing her sister, Riley threw the dagger and it cut into the back of the soldier’s neck.
One of the men pinned her to the floor, and while trying to fight him off, Riley’s hand burst into flame, causing him to yowl and fly back. Riley used her hand now aflame to ward them off, and set a man’s ears on fire from a distance. This gave the rest of the team cause to pause, and while Riley thought about jumping out the window as the men all burned at her feet, she heard Naomi whimper, “Make it stop.”
The fight left Riley then, and she was immediately hauled away. Her story gained renown, for the sheer shock factor of Riley’s inflammatory powers, and the selling point that was her love for her sister. Riley however was labeled a rogue dangerous to society, and locked away by officials who made threats wily-nily to Naomi’s life knowing it would control Riley enough for them to poke and prod her to their hearts’ content.
Equipment: Daggers. Lots and lots of daggers. She has a belt to carry rows of them like teeth, but she lost it when she was taken into custody from her home. But she has plans to fashion a new one from scratch if need be.
Powers/Abilities: Knife-handling. Riley can severely injure anyone with a blade in hand, and even out of hand. Her daggers always fly in the trajectory she wants.
She can control flame as well. Fire will burst to life in her palms, or fingertips. She can put out a fire if she wills it, and adds in a little of her own fire as well. Her brand of flame is very difficult to put out too. Riley likes to joke that pouring milk over it helps, though the actual trick is to deprive it of oxygen. On a large-scale however that would prove problematic. She can also increase the temperature of her skin to an alarming pitch, so as to scald and give first-degree burns to anyone who tries to grab her. But she can’t sustain too high a temperature for too long; Riley has enzymes too that she doesn’t want denaturing.
Weakness: Mention harm to Naomi, and if she thinks you can make good on that promise, she will suppress herself. (If not, it will only enrage her) Drenching her with water would work well to stop her from committing more arson too, I guess.
Secret Hideout: Old, and rustic, the tree-house stands in the tree-tops, desolate and away from traffic. It used to be an old haunt for vagabonds and the way-less, and it's just right for Riley if she wants to be alone to think, or if she wants to kip a night.
Relationships: None so far with rogues or heroes, but she loves her sister Naomi dearly. She knows a few rogues who carved some names for themselves but ever since being locked away she hasn't heard from them. She has contacts, but they're all far away in her hometown, and distant from the years apart.
Mr_pink Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now
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Sorry, Im dropping out of this as I cant think of a character to use at all.
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@Mr_pinkAwwww ok but if you think of one or need help im here
Kaalee That Single Moment Between Clarity / and Insanity
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Name: Nataliya Naryshkina
Alias: Kotek
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Species: Enhanced human
Personality: Nataliya Naryshkina is manipulative, and adjusts herself to her chosen victim. However if she is in between victims she can be anywhere between a range of sweet and coy, or sarcastic and biting. Depends on how much she likes you. She likes to have a good time, though. She also is obsessed with watching people go insane before they die. She plays games, but she also has the occasional urge just to watch blood spill from their body.
History: Nataliya Naryshkina was born into former Russian royalty and acted the part. Her brother, who is a current high ranking politician in Russian politics, raised her after her mother died at her birth and her father disappeared. She was raised with a silver spoon in her mouth and she acted like it.
At least until she met Henry. Henry was an American scientist, going to a convention in Moscow who literally ran into her as she was making her way towards the hotel to meet her brother for lunch. It wasn't until the next day when they were introduced, since Sergei, Natia's brother, had ties to the company. He was unintentionally charming and Natia couldn't help but fall in love.
She married Henry after dating for two years, when she was 21 years old. She moved to America with him, and got a job within one of her family's companies. It seems like they never left the honeymoon stage and were contemplating having kids.
Until she saw him slipping something into her nightly tea. He claims it was just honey but she dug in a little more. Made some calls, did some digging. It turns out he was developing a prototype that, like a steroid, would make her stronger however it also improved her senses, her metabolism, and made her faster. These changes we also permanent as it was DNA altering. This would have been fine if the drug didn't have the unfortunate side effect of removing her inhibitions and erasing her moral compass.
She wasn't angry but she wasn't going to let him get away with this so she started to poison her husband. It was slow, over several months, but it would slowly denigrate his mind, making him go insane. Eventually he killed himself, and she inherited his fortune, as well as her own. She had her brother set her up so she could quit her job but so she would be wealthy for the rest of her life, both legally and in various offshore accounts.
If she the drug didn't have the lasting affect it did, this would be the end of Natia's story. However, her psychopathic tendencies stayed with her and over the next year and a half she killed thirty people. Men or woman, she didn't discriminate or have a type. The only mistake they made was that they decided to sleep with her. She would administer a poison, using a small injection usually(like how you administer Ricin) so they don't feel it and it would cause their brain to slowly shut down before they became vegetative. Then the fun would begin. Natia liked to see how much blood would pour out until the heart stopped and the blood didn't move. She got up to 2 pints before she was caught. Her capture was simply bad luck, she managed to seduce a superhero with a tolerance for most drugs. She didn't really mind though, she figured every villain has to spend at least a months in jail. She'd get out soon enough anyways.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Better senses, better metabolism, stronger, faster
Weakness: She's only human, a taser will put her down or a bullet or anything sharp and pointy. She's also obsessive, if she has a target or a goal, she won't quit until she does it and it's gotten her in a trouble a few times because of that.
Secret Hideout:
It's mostly a hideout, since it's not in her name but rather her brother's who's a Russian politician with lots of lawyers and a lot of ability to keep the police away. However she will occasionally allow others to meet in someone of the more secret rooms. For a price of course.
Relationships: Her brother, a Russian politician, who will not get her out of jail because if she wanted to learn how to be successful, she needed to learn how to be discreet with her urges.
The Russian mob has several families in it she's close to, or at least respect her for her family name and brother.
Cuccoruler The Banana Chicken
Member
Seen
7 yrs ago
Appearance: 
Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
Relationships:
Name: Rose Grinda
Alias: Bloody Rose
Age: Looks 16 is actually around the age 500 years old
Gender: Female
Species: Witch
Personality: Rose is a very quiet girl for the most part. However when provoked she will start to scream like a banshee and act erratically sometimes walking on the ceilings even. One her favorite ways to lure in pray is start crying to attract attention to herself, then once her victim comes in close enough she executes whatever plan she may have for that person, be it eating them, or making them see their worse night mare. Rose has no actual goal other than to cause misery to everyone she deems a deserving of facing misery.
History: Rose was born in the town of Salem just before the witch trials began. She had a loving family however her mother was later accused of witch craft and burned at the stake. After witnessing this Rose ran into the forest soon getting herself lost. She eventually found a cave that was blocked off with many warning signs.
She went into the cave despite the warning signs seeing it as shelter. As she went deeper into the cave she noticed many different glowing crystals. All of them were glowing red, and seemed to glow brighter when she got closer to them. As Rose went to sleep that night she started to hear voices, many of them offering kind words to her. The voices even taught Rose various things, one of them was what they called “The oath of Joy.” Which was actually a ritual where one paints a symbol onto their hands and stomach then recites a few lines before being possessed in exchange for immense power.
After being possessed Rose returned to Salem now a full blown witch of immense power. She killed those who had wronged her mother, she killed each of them in dark places however that weren’t in the public eye. Some were killed at brothels, others killed in taverns. Once Rose finished her business in Salem she left the town that was now in utter chaos accusing each other of being witches.
Rose continued to live as an urban legend in various places for the next 500 years, showing misery to others who came in her path, and killing and eating those she deemed a threat.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Rose was made famous through the urban legends of her luring in and terrorizing victims who then spent the rest of their lives in mental institutes. She really became famous however when there was a horror movie made about her that was extremely popular, it was called “The Bloody Rose.”
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Rose can be torn apart but she will always live through it, however she can be killed through burning her however keeping her still for that is the hard part. Rose also has various magical abilities, one of them being that she can change her body into that of a creature with a giant mouth that can eat a person in two bites. Rose can make various objects in a room float as long as they are the size of a small lamp. Another power of Rose is illusions as well as levitation.
Weakness: Fire is her most well-known weakness however she has another weakness of being trapped by circles of salt, or just salt in general. Salt prevents her from using her abilities as well.
Relationships:
Polyphemus They/ Them
Member
Seen
2 yrs ago
Want him to put on a shirt? Good luck convincing him.
Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None.
GM
Hey Guys I just got home and I am gonna start to review peoples CS three at a time so be patient with me and I am going in order starting from the top.
GM
@Pirouette
Accepted also, would you like the man who turned her to be an NPC might add some drama to the later on story.
@Diggerton
Ok I like this idea of having a super solider, but the only thing that threw me off was the "Her final power is the ability to become intangible. The first use of this power is that she becomes invisible when she uses it. The second is that she is able to 'phase through' objects". Everything before this was the was an idea villain abilities but this last one just does not seem to fit. She already has so many gifts; being a hulk/black widow/captain america. Does She really need the last one. But other than that everything else is fine, I would just say make decision between the too.
@Gentlemanvaultboy
Accepted!! Yay!! the first alien. Two things though: Would you mind if we used the ruined base as one of our battle grounds in the future and what did you mean by "if he dies" does that mean he can die and come back, just clarify.
Accepted also, would you like the man who turned her to be an NPC might add some drama to the later on story.
@Diggerton
Ok I like this idea of having a super solider, but the only thing that threw me off was the "Her final power is the ability to become intangible. The first use of this power is that she becomes invisible when she uses it. The second is that she is able to 'phase through' objects". Everything before this was the was an idea villain abilities but this last one just does not seem to fit. She already has so many gifts; being a hulk/black widow/captain america. Does She really need the last one. But other than that everything else is fine, I would just say make decision between the too.
@Gentlemanvaultboy
Accepted!! Yay!! the first alien. Two things though: Would you mind if we used the ruined base as one of our battle grounds in the future and what did you mean by "if he dies" does that mean he can die and come back, just clarify.
Weird Tales A Stranger from A Strange Outer Dimension
Member
Seen
4 days ago
Appearance:
His face is hidden by the hood because anyone who looks upon without supernatural protection will be struck with intense horror. His face looks like a demonic beast and even though it his hidden by the hood his eyes still show and they're demonic red in color and radiate fear.
Name: Baal
Alias: Lord Baal
Age: is actual age is unknown, but he has been around for over 4000 years.
Gender: male
Species: unknown, appears to be humanoid
Personality: Baal is the definition of evil to many, his insidious nature and pleasure in using his powers to bring insanity and chaos over the vast dimensions have made him feared by most. Before he became Lord Baal, he wasn't evil and had a woman he loved dearly, but it was her murder and the death of most of his people that drove to hate those that had robbed him of so much that drove him to make his deal with the godlike demons known as the Dark Ones who were beyond human comprehension. Ever since his pact with the Dark Ones he plunged into darkness and his evil is immense.
Baal is extremely cunning and will always try to find ways to manipulate others into doing what he wants. He is amazingly charismatic and persuasive, which is how he has been able to grow his cults on earth. His intelligence and ability to pray upon the human psyche makes him very formidable. Baal will show no mercy to his enemies and will delight in making them suffer as much as possible. He has forced mothers and fathers to watch their children die horribly as punishment for going against him. He has made children see their parents brutally murdered and try to turn them into cult members.
Some would wonder why such an evil being could exist, Baal would answer that love was to blame. It was because he loved so much that his hatred made him into what he was now. Baal demands obediance from his followers and will regularly use terror and public killings to demonstrate his power and authority. Baal prefers to use his cult members to do tasks for him if they aren't of great importance and there is only one being he truly fears and that's God. His biggest flaws in terms of a mental weakness is his superiority complex and large ego.
History: Baal was born millennia ago to a world very different from our own. It was a world of almost constant conflict and filled with brutality and savagery. His people whose name has slipped from history and memory were engaged in a massive war with the Ozarian empire. Baal grew up in the wake of this horrible conflict and saw many that were close to him die, but he still found love in a woman who called his sun and moon. Unfortunately for Baal she would be brutally murdered by Ozarian forces and made him watch before they tried to kill him.
He was however saved by the Dark Ones when they heard his primeval scream of hatred at seeing his beloved killed. The demons made everything around them freeze as if time itself had stopped and then offered Baal the chance to see revenge by making a pact with them in exchange for his soul and eternal devotion. Baal agreed without a second thought thanks to the huge well of hatred inside him, and the Dark Ones give him a piece of their awesome power. Baal felt their black magic flow through him and the power was almost overwhelming.
The demons then vanished and time seemed to revert back to normal. Baal immediately unleashed his new power and slaughtered all in his path. When the enemy forces were defeated, Baal saw that they had managed to kill all of his people and he was now the last of them. He soon had his vengeance and wiped out of the Ozarian empire. With his world a war torn wasteland, he sough to establish a new society, one that worshiped the Dark Ones. The demons soon returned to him and told of his quest to spread cults dedicated to them throughout all dimensions and Baal now consumed by his darkness fervently agreed to their task.
After attaining the power to traverse dimensions, Baal began to spread the cults of the Dark Ones to many different worlds. Some worlds were too faithful and righteous to conquer, but he was immortal and could wait for a time when they would become weak in faith. Eventually he came this world in the distant past and was worshiped as the god Baal, gaining many much reverence. His cults spread by a large amount, but then the emergence of Christianity saw his cults become obsolete in the wake of the new religion and he dared to not challenge God seeing his great power.
Baal decided that he would wait and come back to this dimension when Christianity was less powerful. He waited for thousands of years, but he has now returned. He played a role in influencing the formations of the hellfire clubs during the times of the founding fathers of America and he played a subtle role in the creation satanic cults. With the advent of the scientific age humanity has less faith in the Abrahamic religions and that has given Baal the power to start spreading his cults again. Every action has both a positive and negative reaction.
Equipment: He is in possession of a number of powerful magic artifacts with dangerous properties. All of his artifacts are mystically bound to him and he can summon them to and from a sub-dimension when he needs them and they will vanish anyone else tries to use them.
Fiend Staff: his demonic looking magical staff helps him focus his insane power and it has the power to transform into archaic weapons such as swords, spears and axes.
Knife of Murder: He has ceremonial knife that he uses during rituals, which has the power to pierce the soul when he stabs someone with it.
Ring of Gonnar: This ring that he wears in his right index finger allows him to traverse dimensions without the use of rituals.
Robe of Flight: the robes he wears give him the ability to fly.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Baal controls incredibly powerful black magic taught to him by extra-dimensional demons and wields immense power that makes him appear to be like a god to his mortal followers. This magic grants him several abilities that he has mastered completely as well as a great number of spells. His knowledge in the black arts and the occult are immensely high.
Immortality: he doesn't age and cannot die of old age, which is how he has been alive for thousands of years.
The Black Arms of Hastor: This spell creates black demonic spectral arms that will assault his opponents both physically and spiritually.
The Black Flames of Ondar: Baal shoots fire that made up of black hellish flames. Unlike ordinary fire it does more than just burn his enemies, it also burns the soul.
Shield of Insidiousness: He creates a barrier of demonic spirits that can protect him from physical and spiritual attacks, the power of this barrier is determined by how much magic he puts into it.
Nightmarish Illusions: This spell allows Baal to create frightening illusions to scare and distract his opponents.
Demonic Force: Baal hits targets with a wave invisible force that can use to either knock things away or draw them closer to him.
Fiendish Summoning: he can summon lowly demons from a hellish dimension to attack his enemies.
The Eye of Madthros: By channeling a huge amount of magic Baal can assault his opponents' minds with horrifying images and terrible pain. They have to be looking into his eyes.
Ritual of Corruption: This occult ritual that includes drinking Baal's blood is done to corrupt initiates in his cult and turn them to evil. It takes an hour to complete, but it's how his cult has grown so large.
Mind of The Demon: This spell protects him from having his mind read or assaulted by psychic attacks.
Weakness: All things holy can weaken him and silver is always a big weakness that can be exploited if used as a weapon. While his magic is incredibly powerful, it will become taxing on his body if he uses high powered spells for too long. The effects of his spells can be negated with black or white magic that is of greater strength than his power.
Secret Hideout: His HQ is a dark castle that is located between dimensions. There are doors that are located throughout the world, but it requires black magic to open. It is guarded by demons and some of his high ranked cult members
Relationships: His main relationship is with the Dark Ones and his cults, but he has made many enemies over the course of his reign of terror.
The Angels of God: they are a group made up of divine angels and divinely powered followers of the Christian faith. They are his worst enemies and spread out across dimensions to battle his evil cults.
Followers of Monotheist religions: Anyone who is believes in Christianity, Judaism and Islam are his enemies and he will try to see all three of these religions destroyed.
The Dark Ones: they are extra-dimensional demons that grant Baal is power and they are the only authority that he bows to. They have plans for the multiverse, but it is secret between only them and Baal.
His face is hidden by the hood because anyone who looks upon without supernatural protection will be struck with intense horror. His face looks like a demonic beast and even though it his hidden by the hood his eyes still show and they're demonic red in color and radiate fear.
Name: Baal
Alias: Lord Baal
Age: is actual age is unknown, but he has been around for over 4000 years.
Gender: male
Species: unknown, appears to be humanoid
Personality: Baal is the definition of evil to many, his insidious nature and pleasure in using his powers to bring insanity and chaos over the vast dimensions have made him feared by most. Before he became Lord Baal, he wasn't evil and had a woman he loved dearly, but it was her murder and the death of most of his people that drove to hate those that had robbed him of so much that drove him to make his deal with the godlike demons known as the Dark Ones who were beyond human comprehension. Ever since his pact with the Dark Ones he plunged into darkness and his evil is immense.
Baal is extremely cunning and will always try to find ways to manipulate others into doing what he wants. He is amazingly charismatic and persuasive, which is how he has been able to grow his cults on earth. His intelligence and ability to pray upon the human psyche makes him very formidable. Baal will show no mercy to his enemies and will delight in making them suffer as much as possible. He has forced mothers and fathers to watch their children die horribly as punishment for going against him. He has made children see their parents brutally murdered and try to turn them into cult members.
Some would wonder why such an evil being could exist, Baal would answer that love was to blame. It was because he loved so much that his hatred made him into what he was now. Baal demands obediance from his followers and will regularly use terror and public killings to demonstrate his power and authority. Baal prefers to use his cult members to do tasks for him if they aren't of great importance and there is only one being he truly fears and that's God. His biggest flaws in terms of a mental weakness is his superiority complex and large ego.
History: Baal was born millennia ago to a world very different from our own. It was a world of almost constant conflict and filled with brutality and savagery. His people whose name has slipped from history and memory were engaged in a massive war with the Ozarian empire. Baal grew up in the wake of this horrible conflict and saw many that were close to him die, but he still found love in a woman who called his sun and moon. Unfortunately for Baal she would be brutally murdered by Ozarian forces and made him watch before they tried to kill him.
He was however saved by the Dark Ones when they heard his primeval scream of hatred at seeing his beloved killed. The demons made everything around them freeze as if time itself had stopped and then offered Baal the chance to see revenge by making a pact with them in exchange for his soul and eternal devotion. Baal agreed without a second thought thanks to the huge well of hatred inside him, and the Dark Ones give him a piece of their awesome power. Baal felt their black magic flow through him and the power was almost overwhelming.
The demons then vanished and time seemed to revert back to normal. Baal immediately unleashed his new power and slaughtered all in his path. When the enemy forces were defeated, Baal saw that they had managed to kill all of his people and he was now the last of them. He soon had his vengeance and wiped out of the Ozarian empire. With his world a war torn wasteland, he sough to establish a new society, one that worshiped the Dark Ones. The demons soon returned to him and told of his quest to spread cults dedicated to them throughout all dimensions and Baal now consumed by his darkness fervently agreed to their task.
After attaining the power to traverse dimensions, Baal began to spread the cults of the Dark Ones to many different worlds. Some worlds were too faithful and righteous to conquer, but he was immortal and could wait for a time when they would become weak in faith. Eventually he came this world in the distant past and was worshiped as the god Baal, gaining many much reverence. His cults spread by a large amount, but then the emergence of Christianity saw his cults become obsolete in the wake of the new religion and he dared to not challenge God seeing his great power.
Baal decided that he would wait and come back to this dimension when Christianity was less powerful. He waited for thousands of years, but he has now returned. He played a role in influencing the formations of the hellfire clubs during the times of the founding fathers of America and he played a subtle role in the creation satanic cults. With the advent of the scientific age humanity has less faith in the Abrahamic religions and that has given Baal the power to start spreading his cults again. Every action has both a positive and negative reaction.
Equipment: He is in possession of a number of powerful magic artifacts with dangerous properties. All of his artifacts are mystically bound to him and he can summon them to and from a sub-dimension when he needs them and they will vanish anyone else tries to use them.
Fiend Staff: his demonic looking magical staff helps him focus his insane power and it has the power to transform into archaic weapons such as swords, spears and axes.
Knife of Murder: He has ceremonial knife that he uses during rituals, which has the power to pierce the soul when he stabs someone with it.
Ring of Gonnar: This ring that he wears in his right index finger allows him to traverse dimensions without the use of rituals.
Robe of Flight: the robes he wears give him the ability to fly.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Baal controls incredibly powerful black magic taught to him by extra-dimensional demons and wields immense power that makes him appear to be like a god to his mortal followers. This magic grants him several abilities that he has mastered completely as well as a great number of spells. His knowledge in the black arts and the occult are immensely high.
Immortality: he doesn't age and cannot die of old age, which is how he has been alive for thousands of years.
The Black Arms of Hastor: This spell creates black demonic spectral arms that will assault his opponents both physically and spiritually.
The Black Flames of Ondar: Baal shoots fire that made up of black hellish flames. Unlike ordinary fire it does more than just burn his enemies, it also burns the soul.
Shield of Insidiousness: He creates a barrier of demonic spirits that can protect him from physical and spiritual attacks, the power of this barrier is determined by how much magic he puts into it.
Nightmarish Illusions: This spell allows Baal to create frightening illusions to scare and distract his opponents.
Demonic Force: Baal hits targets with a wave invisible force that can use to either knock things away or draw them closer to him.
Fiendish Summoning: he can summon lowly demons from a hellish dimension to attack his enemies.
The Eye of Madthros: By channeling a huge amount of magic Baal can assault his opponents' minds with horrifying images and terrible pain. They have to be looking into his eyes.
Ritual of Corruption: This occult ritual that includes drinking Baal's blood is done to corrupt initiates in his cult and turn them to evil. It takes an hour to complete, but it's how his cult has grown so large.
Mind of The Demon: This spell protects him from having his mind read or assaulted by psychic attacks.
Weakness: All things holy can weaken him and silver is always a big weakness that can be exploited if used as a weapon. While his magic is incredibly powerful, it will become taxing on his body if he uses high powered spells for too long. The effects of his spells can be negated with black or white magic that is of greater strength than his power.
Secret Hideout: His HQ is a dark castle that is located between dimensions. There are doors that are located throughout the world, but it requires black magic to open. It is guarded by demons and some of his high ranked cult members
Relationships: His main relationship is with the Dark Ones and his cults, but he has made many enemies over the course of his reign of terror.
The Angels of God: they are a group made up of divine angels and divinely powered followers of the Christian faith. They are his worst enemies and spread out across dimensions to battle his evil cults.
Followers of Monotheist religions: Anyone who is believes in Christianity, Judaism and Islam are his enemies and he will try to see all three of these religions destroyed.
The Dark Ones: they are extra-dimensional demons that grant Baal is power and they are the only authority that he bows to. They have plans for the multiverse, but it is secret between only them and Baal.
GM
@DFTBA
Accepted.
@Mivuli
Accepted, but I would just like to mention that your characters hideout is a hazard to our health and we will never be meeting there. All that fire might burn the tree house down. JK I like the whole character. :)
@Kaalee
Accepted, I like the bar and will make it a location in a district.
Accepted.
@Mivuli
Accepted, but I would just like to mention that your characters hideout is a hazard to our health and we will never be meeting there. All that fire might burn the tree house down. JK I like the whole character. :)
@Kaalee
Accepted, I like the bar and will make it a location in a district.
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@Cuccoruler
Accepted, its a witch and she is like 500 years old OMG. Also would she know @Weird Tales character by any chance just wondering. She does not have too I just thought that would be cool.
@Polyphemus
Accepted.
Accepted, its a witch and she is like 500 years old OMG. Also would she know @Weird Tales character by any chance just wondering. She does not have too I just thought that would be cool.
@Polyphemus
Accepted.
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