Titans of Gotham iCheck

[Omega Man]

It always begins with a Robin, and this is no different. Robin was the first teenager to become a hero, partnered with the mysterious Batman no less. There was no doubt a time would come when the bird would grow older and fly off on his own path. Which led a young Richard Grayson into forming a support group not just for himself but other teen heroes. As Robin the only traveling Grayson knew had been with Batman, so he used social media and an untraceable laptop to recruit several teen heroes [most of them with metahuman abilities] from around his region into joining his group. However their first meeting was discovered by the Calculator and intercepted by mercenary villains. Deadshot and Multiplex made an example of the one trained teenage hero at the location, Robin, and they beat him to death after he took a crippling gunshot to the knee. When Batman showed it was too late, and the few young wannabe heroes who tried to help were only tossed aside by the Multiplex duplicates. Batman told the young rookie heroes to go home and burn their suits. Gotham was no place for them and they had no business trying to be heroes. That was when Bolt, a native of Gotham spoke up. "If we have no business trying to be heroes then you had no business trying to train yourself a sidekick. We have powers at least, which is more than Robin had, we just have nowhere to train..."

When Batman disappeared into the night with the body of Robin the young aspiring heroes thought that it would be the last time they ever saw Batman. The heroes who had answered Robin's call in Gotham were the first to be notified. The others from neighboring major cities like Midway, Bludhaven, and Metropolis were just as surprised at the news. "Meet me at this location, midnight." The young heroes were shocked to find Batman as well as another hero, Wildcat, standing in an alley behind Grant Gym. The group followed the two heroes to an entrance below the Gym where an HQ had been set up. Darker more stealthy uniforms were also provided.

This is basically an alt. universe where Batman brings about the Titans in Gotham in memory of his first [and only] sidekick. It's loosely based on a character I'd made for DCU Online called Bolt who was basically a Caucasian Static who led a similar team. You can make an original, or remake an existing character in some form or fashion, but know the majority of Titans history save for a few enemies will be left out. Presumably no other teen heroes really exist in this DCU.

I may also drop Bolt in favor of another character and tweak the opening accordingly. We'll fight mostly Batman enemies and a couple wildcards and an original of mine so long as the game keeps running smoothly. The password is Titan. This will be slightly darker than my usual Young Justice series [though those had a lot of death at times LOL] in setting, but the whole game will be more cerebral and there will be an ongoing mystery in the first arc or two of the RP.

You can go ahead and post WIP 'sheets here and should there be an OOC we'll repost finished/accepted sheets in the character tab. Character Sheets must include but are not limited to:

Secret ID:
Alias:
Age: [15-19]
Home Location: [your options include Gotham, Midway City, Metropolis, and Bludhaven]
Powers:
Weaknesses:
Equipment: [best believe Batman is gonna have a few of us with utility belts, pockets, and pouches]
Appearance: [remember Batman is providing darker duds for us all]
Personality:
Password: [did you pay attention to the OP?]
BRIEF Bio: [this shouldn't be a problem as none of us are really trained or have more than a few weeks experience]
Notes: [anything else you need to add?]
Sample Post: [give us an idea of what you bring to the table, no less than 1 or 2 paragraphs with dialog!]

I need about 6-9 players to get this thing going. Who wants to go vigilante on some Arkham regulars?!?

~KL~

[Endrance]

W.I.P

Secret ID: Neith Tahan
Alias: Isis
Age: 18 (LEGAL WHOO)
Home Location: Metropolis
Powers: Flight, Black magic (in the form of summoning creatures)
Weaknesses: Low physical endurance, slow healing time,
Equipment: [best believe Batman is gonna have a few of us with utility belts, pockets, and pouches]
Appearance: (make a micro like my character Hathoress xD)
Personality:
Password: Titan
BRIEF Bio: [this shouldn't be a problem as none of us are really trained or have more than a few weeks experience]
Notes: [anything else you need to add?]
Sample Post: [give us an idea of what you bring to the table, no less than 1 or 2 paragraphs with dialog!]

[Sigil]

For your consideration:

El Sasquatcho

Secret ID: Hector Delacruz

Alias: (The Infamous) El Sasquatcho

Age: 19

Home Location: Gotham

Powers: Heightened Strength, Heightened Durability, Probability Manipulation

Power Descriptions

Strength – Human maximum and somewhat beyond, he is capable of lifting and moving up to 400 lbs without difficulty. Past this point, effort is required. If straining, to the exclusion of all other activity, he can full body press approximately one ton. His strength allows him to flip over a car by himself, but not throw it.

Durability – El Sasquatcho is physically very durable, due in no small part to his dense body mass. This gives him naturally occurring protection similar to that of a standard flak jacket. It is not accurate to say that he is bulletproof, but he is damage resistant. This does not affect his physical stamina, that while impressive, falls within normal human range.

Probability Manpiulation – Simultaneously his greatest and least reliable power, he is uncannily lucky. If he needs a few bucks to tide him over until payday, he will find a twenty on the ground. While bending over to pick up the money, he will unwittingly dodge a stray bullet from a clash across the park. The stray bullet will warn him of a charging (but strangely silent) rhinoceros demon, who will then slip on a stray banana peel before reaching him. El Sasquatcho is not reliably able to consciously use this power – it appears to manifest during times of stress. Or time of need. Or randomly. Or whenever the GM says it does. Eventually, he may be able to use this power at will, but that is a long way off. Until then, he is just considered to be a lucky, lucky bastard.

Weaknesses: Honorbound - Luchador code demands certain actions and limitations from him, described below.

Equipment: Naught but his rippling biceps and spandexed thighs of justice.

Appearance: El Sasquatcho is a masked Luchador. He is tall, broad, and overly possessed of very masculine body hair, hence his superhero identity. Now prior to his affiliation with the Titans, he is garbed in big black boots, rough carpenter’s jeans, and a closefitting t-shirt (usually black, sometimes a band shirt). Cooler days see him in a leather composite leather jacket. When heroing, he wears his one quality possession: A custom Lucha mask, brown and black, with intricate styling that makes it resemble a dark colored sugar skull. The mask does not impede his ability to breathe nor perceive the world around him, and is like a second skin.

Personality: Hector is a well-meaning, decent kid, whose unfortunate downfall is his arrogance. Raw physical strength (superior to an unmodified human) coupled with his uncanny luck (subconscious probability manipulation) have made him somewhat reckless and overconfident. Hopefully his new mentor can beat some common sense and humility into him.

The relationship Hector has with his persona as is a little complicated. He thinks of himself more as El Sasquatcho than Hector Delacruz, considering his legal name and legal life the half that he only pretends to be when necessary. He respects his family name, giving honor to his ancestors, but does not speak of them much. He is El Sasquatcho, Blood of El Santo, which he will discuss with any who will listen at great length.

Password: Titan

BRIEF Bio: Originally part of a touring Lucha Libre troupe, El Sasquatcho grew up steeped in the culture and traveling lifestyle. This life ended years ago during a tour in Gotham, when an unaffiliated masked Luchador interrupted the performance, he and his group killing many. A young teenager at the time, the shock of the events caused his abilities to express, narrowly allowing his survival. As his entire family was dead or missing, Hector was placed into Gotham City foster care services.

He was a B student in the Gotham public school system, but was unable to finalize his Luchador training proper. What he had learned so far, however, brought him a long way with the wrestling and gymnastics teams, where he quickly became the star performer for both groups. He even had a dalliance as one of the Gotham High Mascots for home games. Go Wildcats.

While trying to keep his skills sharp and his grades up, he never lost his original goal. Hector remains watchful for an opportunity to avenge the deaths of his family and fellow Luchadores. As soon as he became a legal adult, he adopted his persona and became a vigilante, hoping one day to run into the masked stranger that destroyed his world. He has a challenge to issue.

Notes:

Constantly refers to himself in the third person, as his hero identity.

El Sasquatcho constructed and maintains his Lucha mask – he’s actually quite good at the craft.

Almost stereotypically, drives a rebuilt El Camino. It’s in good shape; factory standard vehicle.

Speaks Spanish, English, and an odd dialect of Transient Gypsy Spanglish barely recognizable to those who speak either Spanish or English.

El Sasquatcho bowls overhanded.

He sings. He can’t; he shouldn’t. Yet sadly, he does. Mariachi Opera or Mexican Folk Metal, anyone?

Unless stealth is absolutely required, El Sasquatcho insists on screaming challenges or battle cries before engaging in melee. This can be as simple as “LUCHA!!!” or can be much more elaborate.

Luchador Code:

Honor above all other things.

Perform no act that would be seen as dishonorable to your mask, family, or title.

Taking from the weaker is forbidden.

Do not kill without first issuing a challenge.

Killing in cold blood is forbidden.

Sample Post:

The street toughs approached from the shadows around him, obviously thinking him an easy mark. The young man, moderately under the influence of the illegally obtained bottle of Mescal in his left hand, seemed an easy target. Slurring his words slightly, he addressed his would-be attackers.

"No, no. El Sasquatcho does not have time for this; he is needed elsewhere. Run away before El Sasquatcho renders you incapable of doing so voluntarily, sirs."

The advice lay unheeded, tossed to the ground by the collective chuckles of the thugs. They rushed him; two head on and one moving to flank. The intoxicated youth sighed. He really did have somewhere to be, and he didn't want to risk ripping his new Pollo Negro band shirt on the teeth of some prick from the neighborhood.

Shaking his head, he tossed his bottle high into the air, and braced for the oncoming attack.

The attacker coming from the side got to him first, grabbing him by his shoulder and neck. It was a particularly inept choke hold attempt, one easily countered by the stronger, more experienced youth. Manipulating his attacker into an impressive airplane spin, El Sasquatcho hurled him into one of the very surprised assailants at his fore. Body connected solidly with body, a hollow smacking sound issuing from the sudden meeting of torso to torso, briefly interrupting the Mexican opera inexpertly spilling from the hurler.

The alcohol has taken its toll, however, allowing the inertia of the spin and throw to pitch him forward. He slipped and fell into a puddle of dirty water (God he hoped it was water), coincidentally moving him out of the path of a thrown knife from his third adversary. El Sasquatcho rolled to his back, just in time to see the knife-thrower standing above him, another weapon at the ready. He taunted the prone hero, "Got anything else to say, dead bitch?"

El Sasquatcho smiled. "Yeah. Waste of good booze."

"What?" issued the confused reply.

The bottle of Mescal, now almost done with the earthward half of its short journey, turned and tumbled closer to the cranium of the standing street thug, picking up velocity with each twirling nanosecond. The explosion of glass and stinging spirits from their inevitable attempt to share the same space at the same time (directly in opposition to the generally accepted laws pf physics) was quite impressive. Kind of pretty, from El Sasquatcho's perspective on the wet ground.

Threat handled, the young hero turned to one side, giggled profusely, and emptied the contents of his stomach; retching into the apathetic night.

EDIT - Blanks filled in, character fleshed out a bit more.

[Omega Man]

^^^ I can get behind these. Anybody else?

EDIT: I think I'm going to replace Bolt for somebody a little more stealthy for the team. I had a character once called the Midnight Man who could turn into smoke I'm gonna try and rework for this.

~KL~

[Metronome]

Secret ID: Bolin Lài
Alias: Foo Dog
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Personality: Bolin is a smart-ass, make jokes on the fly, quick banter kind of superhero. When all else fails, at least he can joke about it. He does, however, know when to get serious. Bolin's other half, Shíshī, isn't so pleasant. Shíshī is a serious mannered spirit.

Abilities: Bolin is at the height of human ability. He's fast, strong, agile, and durable. It also helps to be possessed by a Chinese guardian spirit. The spirit, Shíshī, allows Bolin to call upon brief moments of super strength and durability in a pinch, but the use of this strength quickly drains him.

As a final resort, Bolin can allow Shíshī to come forth, transforming him into a very large, very strong creature, often referred to as a Foo Dog. He can remain in this form indefinitely, until Shíshī relinquishes control and lets Bolin take his body back.

Weakness: Burning sage in his vicinity will keep him trapped in one form. It doesn't matter which one; he'll won't be able to transformed until the sage is taken away.

Appearance: Bolin fights with several forms of martial arts, so his costume must be comfortable. He wears yellow, red, and black, colors that resemble the form of Shíshī, his Foo dog. His weapon of choice is a pair of kamas.

Without his costume on, Bolin is just your average guy. He's about 5'10", has black hair, brown eyes, and is of Chinese descent.

History: One has to wonder how a young man comes to be possessed by a giant lion spirit. Bolin was just a baby when he was taken from his home, in a small village in China, by a dark clan of demon worshipers called The Hand. The Hand planned to train Bolin and eventually summon a demon to possess his body so that he could aid them in their dark deeds.

Bolin was raised by the villains, trained by their ideals. When it came time to have his body taken over, The Hand opened a portal to the spirit world to allow the demon to travel through. However, unknown to them a different spirit had been watching their actions, waiting to stop them. Shíshī came through instead, taking over Bolin's body and using his strength to destroy the Hand. When the villains had retreated back to their hidey holes, Shíshī gave Bolin control again, washing away the years of evil that had been trained into him. Shíshī was unable to return back to the spirit world now, forever bonded with Bolin. It took years for the two to find a way to get along. Bolin can often be seen talking to Shíshī, earning odd looks as it appears that he is speaking to himself.

Bolin is still searching for the remaining Hand members. They are all but extinct in China now, but a few branches remain in the United States. This is what brought Bolin over seas to fight. The numbers have drastically dropped since his arrival, allowing him to do other things such as join the TITANs. He'll still occasionally go off on a lead, but his heart is with the team.

Sample Post:

Intro

This city was one of the darkest Bolin had ever seen. He wondered, sometimes, what brought the filth and scum of the villain underworld here. Why was this place a shining beacon to those who wanted to see the world burn? Maybe it was the same idea behind New York City; if a villain could make it here, they could make it anywhere .

Bolin was usually busy making sure they never made it.

Tonight was no different. He had chosen to patrol the east side of the city, near the docks. Shit was always going down here. Just the other week he busted up a group of traffickers here, and drug smugglers the week before that. But tonight, however, seemed pretty quiet. Knock on wood.

[Ghost Queen]

@The Kid Lantern
I'm down for some DC fun times. Sorry your Ultraman RP didn't pan out.

[Omega Man]

@The Kid Lantern
I'm down for some DC fun times. Sorry your Ultraman RP didn't pan out.

@Ghost Queen

Eh it was a long shot, I figured with the right kaiju fans it would've been awesome. Maybe another time...

~KL~

[riurik]

Hey KL! long time no see. I'm interested in RPing DC again. I'm thinking about doing a Beast Boy like character.

[Omega Man]

Cool. You could use an animal shape shifter here or something similar in my new Legion game either one that's like a DC/Ben10 amalgam...

~KL~

[Double]

I usually go for magic-based superheroes, but seeing as there are already two mystical characters in play I could shift gears and do something a bit more traditional. An Ice-themed character, perhaps? True, the DC Universe already has several Ice-themed villains, but as far as I can recall, it doesn't have many Ice-themed heroes so at least I'll have that going for me.

[Metronome]

I wonder why DC always gives ice themes heroes the...cold shoulder.

*ba da tsh*

[Weird Tales]

Judgement

Secret ID: Ram Gurvich
Alias: Judgement
Age: 18
Home Location: Gotham City
Powers: Ram gains his powers from a well of divine energy that resides within him, which grants him several abilities. He has the strength of 9 Olympic strong men and the speed of 9 professional athletes. His body has angel wings, which grant him the power of high-speed flight and excellent aerial agility. His senses are several times stronger than a normal human and he possesses a reaction time that allows him to knock bullets out of the air with his mace, from minor firearms such as pistols and shotguns. His divine energy allows him to sense evil and sin in a mile radius. Ram can also channel the energy into his mace to make extremely hot to those who have sinned. Finally Ram has a slow healing factor that will heal non-mortal wounds after a few hours of rest and the energy that is within him gives him higher resistance to black magic and psychic attacks.

Weaknesses: Silver is almost like kryptonite to him and it will slowly rob him of his strength. His strength has a harder time withstanding hits from pure iron compared to other metals besides silver.
Equipment: His main weapon is a mace that is made of indestructible holy steel and is able to harm demons and other evil beings. He wears leather armor with metal to over him protection from enemy attacks.
Appearance: Ram is six feet tall and has brown skin, which hints at having African heritage. When in costume he has large angel wings that sprout out of his back. He is very well built for his age and has the muscle of someone who could take on a professional boxer.


Personality: Ram is a very religious young man and has a lot of anger in his heart thanks to his tragic childhood. He doesn't like Muslims and Americans who refuse to see the atrocities that have been done against Christians and Jews in the Middle East. Being an immigrant from Israel growing up in the working class neighborhoods of Gotham, Ram learned to be act tough and not let others see his weakness. He has a strong sense of vengeance and justice that he believes should be dealt out to all who sin.

When he received his powers, Ram saw this as a sign from God that he was tasked to bring about proper justice to those who had committed terrible sin against others. Politically he is very authoritarian and supports the establishment if they are doing what is righteous and ridding places like Gotham of sin and crime, but his main authority is that of God. Because of his views he hates left wing politics and those willing to let sin and evil persist in this world.
Password: Titan

BRIEF Bio: Ram was born to a catholic family in Jerusalem Israel and life was always tough thanks to Islamic extremists and their terrorist attacks against Christians and Jews. He had witnessed people getting beaten to death on both sides and shootings, which had a bad effect on his psyche and made him feel contempt for the senseless violence. As a little boy he wished that he could find some way to end the violence and bring peace to his nation.

His world would completely change when a bomb attack against a school happened and his mother and young sister were killed in the explosion. Ram had survived thanks to him being in the bathroom before the bomb went off, but his mother and sister weren't as lucky. It was like a horrible nightmare and he screamed in anguish and fury at their death. All Ram remember after that was anger and hate filling his heart. He wanted to have vengeance against the bastards who took his mother and sister from him.

After this horrible tragedy, his father decided to have them immigrate from the country and move to Gotham city in America. Ram didn't want to move away and wanted to stay and fight back, but his father refused. Once in Gotham he felt out of place in the bustling American city and longed to be back home in Israel. But his life would once again have a changing event when he was approached by the Specter the spirit of vengeance with an offer to have a taste of God's wrathful power and see sinners punished. Ram even though he was afraid of the entity accepted the offer and felt great divine power surge within him.

With his new powers Ram took the name Judgement and became a vengeful vigilante with a goal to purify the streets of Gotham and then the rest of the world.

Notes: [anything else you need to add?]
Sample Post:
Ram held his mace in hand with a tight grip as he proceeded to crush a man's weapon hand for the purpose of disarming him. The criminal gave a scream of pain as Judgement then elbowed the guy to the ground with a strong hit. This was the first thug he had taken down, who was in the gang that he was trying to stop from distributing their drugs, which plagued the Gotham community. Why were these sinners so willing to partake in such destructive lifestyles? It would have to be men of God such as himself to show them the right path, and it would be a painful lesson.

He knew that they would have heard their companion's cries of pain from his attack, so he would have to stick to the shadows and try to be stealthy. His experience in vigilantism was poor and this was only his second outing as the new hero Judgement, but he would still try to do what he believed was best for all. As he heard the sounds of footsteps coming towards the storage area for the gang's drug plant Ram quickly shot up onto the tall boxes thanks to his wings and made sure to keep low and not expose his position.

Soon three drug dealers came into the large room and had flashlights turned on to look for the source of the scream in the dimly lit area. The light from them soon fell about the unconscious body of the criminal he had taken down. They gave shout, "Shit! We've got company!"

"Do you think it's the Bat?" another thug asked nervously.

"It ain't him, we'd be capture by now, we're either being messed with by a police officer or a newbie hero" a guy who sounded like the leader replied. Ram decided to wait until they were close to try and take them out since they all seemed to have guns. Ram slammed into the first guy with a heavy hit and then clubbed another with his mace. He moved quickly to avoid being shot, but one of the bullets clipped him on the shoulder and felt a bad stinging pain.

This made him angry and using his agility he was able to painfully take out the others in his assault. He was bleed and injured from gunfire, it was time for him to get out of there since he could hear the sirens of the police coming. He weakly flapped his wings and rose into the air as the authorities came and unsteadily flew away. He had won the fight, but he had injured himself in the process and now he would have to rest and let his healing factor slowly repair the damage done to him.

"Please lord, give me the strength to exact proper judgement on sinners" he said to himself as he headed home. If his wounds weren't healed after a long rest then he would have a lot of explaining to do to his father.

[Double]

Secret ID: Archer Graham

Alias: Zero

Age: 18

Home Location: Gotham

Powers: A textbook Cryomancer, Archer can "create" objects made of ice by lowering the temperature around him and using moisture in the air his main source of ice. His ice-powers could very well run deeper than that, but if it does he has yet to discover it, having only just now began to get the hang of creating ice objects. The objects he creates are, more often than not, simple blunt weapons like bats and hammers, or basic stabbing weapons like knives and javelins. His cryomancy allows him near immunity to cold weather and other extreme cold temperatures, as well, meaning he could go on missions to the South Pole with no need to dress more warmly.

Weaknesses: His ice is almost exclusively reliant on water some form of water source to work with. He can usually get by using moisture in the air, but should he find himself in, say, a burning building, then the lack of water in the air can handicap him unless he happens to have a bottle of water to work with. He's also found that his powers work best so long as he remains well-hydrated, as a lack of hydration can weaken the amount of ice he can manipulate. Just as he is nearly immune to cold temperatures, the inverse is true of hot temperatures, though not to same extremes as the likes of Mister Freeze, since Archer can at least go out in warm weather with no threat to his life. Extremely hot environments, such as scorching deserts or a volcanic mountain on the other hand can leave him powerless to do anything until he is moved to cooler location.

Equipment: Apart from the standard stuff, Batman has made sure that the material of Archer's suit has as much heat resistance as possible. It doesn't completely alleviate the problem with hot environments, but it certainly provides a considerable buffer between the heat and Archer's body.

Appearance

There's not one in the image but he also wears black/blue mask that's like Firestorm's.

Personality: Archer is, for the most part, a good enough kid. If he sees a mugging on the street or even bullying at school, he won't hesitate to take it upon himself to stop said activity. After getting his powers, he's become even more brazen with these acts, becoming almost cocky. Lately, since Robin's death, Archer has begun second guessing himself more often, his previous confidence shattered by the death of his team leader. Regardless, he's determined to pick up the pieces and start over again, if for nothing else than for the honor of Robin.

Password: Titan

BRIEF Bio: Born in Gotham City, Archer used to be more timid when he smaller. The general danger of living in Gothom City can do that to a kid. Of course, Batman has since made the city much safer than it used to be. Batman's crusade against crime was inspirational, but it was the appearance of his partner, Robin, that really changed Archer's personality. After all, if a kid around his own age could be brave enough to take on corruption, than why shouldn't Archer himself do the same? Of course, he would never have actually fought crime, but he did finally start standing up to his bullies, protecting himself and other kids they picked on. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

Once he was in High School, Archer's life changed again. It was during one of Mister Freeze's attempts to bring an Ice Age to Gotham. When the attack came, Archer was walking home from school, passing by a small chemical lab. Mister Freeze's sudden attack covered chunks of Gotham City into a Winter Wonderland, Archer's location included. But in the midst of bombardment of cold, some barrels of discarded chemicals burst open, and their contents splashed all over Archer before the freeze blast briefly froze him. Emphasis on "brief" because within moments, Archer was able break himself free, discovering that he didn't feel any of the cold at all, despite the lack of winter clothes. From there he discovered he could manipulate the moisture in the air and freeze it into ice shapes.

Robin found him not long after that. The Boy Wonder explained that he was planning to start a team called the Teen Titans, and that Archer with his powers would make an excellent addition. It was practically a dream come true, and Archer joined without a second thought. He had no idea just what fate had in store. Soon after that was when Deadshot and Multiplex attacked. The team escaped, though not without casualty. Robin was dead. Robin, one of the first teen superheroes ever to done a cape, and student of the freaking Batman no less. Archer was shaken, to be sure, and even briefly considered giving up the notion of saving people. But then, he received the message, a text on his phone that led him to a gym where Batman and Wildcat were waiting. If fate saw fit to provide Archer a second chance, then it would have been a disservice to the memory of Robin to not accept the offer.

Sample Post

It was a normal enough day as Archer walked home from school. Huh, school. Not too long ago, his grades would have been the most important thing in his world. Not anymore, though, not by a long shot. His world completely changed on the day he got his powers. Now things like school felt completely pointless, but even so he had to keep up appearances, so he continued going. His grades took a hit, though, his new-found night life offered very little in the way of free time that, previously, would have been used for homework and the like. Still, he at least managed to maintain a passing grade so he wouldn't flunk.

As he walked, he heard sounds coming from an upcoming alleyway. It sounded like shouting of some sort. Archer ran ahead, stopping to press himself against the building corner. He peeked around and saw a man standing behind another man, appearing to gesture at him while the other had his hands up. A mugging if Archer ever saw one. In Gotham City such a thing was sadly very common. But not today, that mugger picked the wrong alley on the wrong day to commit this crime. Archer ducked into a crawlspace behind a dumpster. There, he removed the top layer of his clothes, revealing a black suit underneath. He'd taken to wearing it under his normal clothes whenever he could, so changing personas was quick and easy affair most of the time. He retrieved his belt and mask from his backpack, put them on, then made his presence known. Well, not after throwing a baseball made of ice at the mugger's hand, knocking the pistol from his grip.

"Wrong alley, wrong day, pal." said Archer as he leaped from his hiding spot and landed an ice-covered punch across the mugger's jaw. At that point it became as easy as trapping the man's hands and feet against the pavement with ice while his intended victim ran away shouting a thanks to Zero, the costumed meta that just saved him, "Guess I'm done here. Why don't you just chill out here a while until the cops show up?" he said before walking away. Oh yeah, he knew his little pun was a terrible one, but hey, at least it was one of the bad guys that had to suffer through it this time.

[Weird Tales]

I wonder why DC always gives ice themes heroes the...cold shoulder.

*ba da tsh*

@Metronome

maybe they thought Ice was more of a villain's trait since having a cold-heart isn't a very nice quality to have.

[Mr_pink]

Secret ID: Vesta 'Ves' Price
Alias: Argonaut
Age: 18
Home Location: Themyscria, althought she is currently situated in Metropolis.
Powers:
-Enhanced aspects of the human body
-Flight
-Healing factor
Weaknesses:
-Naivety
-Piercing weapons hurt her more than any other kind.
Equipment:
-Lasso of truth
-Bracelets of submission
-Tiara(explained below)
-A sword (Used only in extreme emergencies)
Appearance:

Ves

Vesta stands at a whopping 7 foot. She has a lightly muscular physique that does not represent her true strength by far. Her hair reaches down to her lower back and is a raven black. Vesta's skin is more pale than it is tan, although not pale enough to actually make any obvious comment about it. Her equipment is similar to her sisters, both in style and hue except with Vesta's having darker shades of each colour overall. While much of the equipment that Vesta received remains the same, the bracers have suffered a design change that has made them longer and more stylized. Along with this, the tiara has been replaced with a sort of face armour. The armour can detach on both ends and all 3 pieces can perform the same function as the tiara. Vesta also wears a cape that attaches to her breastplate when on low-priority missions.

Personality:
Vesta is rather naive but also very courageous and willing to help anyone who needs it. A well of compassion, Vesta treats everyone equally no matter their creed, race or gender. To the point where she'd rather convince a racist to change their ways rather than attack them. Vesta tries to make jokes, but they often fall flat because of her lack of knowledge about the outside worlds customs and whatnot. While she displays a great degree of confidence, Vesta is deeply insecure and often talks about how much better her sister is when people compliment her.
Password: Titan
BRIEF Bio:
Vesta was born on the mythical isle of Themyscria. Vesta, like her sister, Diana was 'born' through her 'mother', Hippolyta creating her with clay and the soul of an unborn baby. Vesta was born quite a few years after Diana who had left Themyscria before Vesta had even begun her training.

Vesta's training began when she was around 15. Her training was a tough and rigorous regime, exhausting both her body and her mind while strengthening them at the same time. Much more emphasis was based around her mental skills though, as she was never really meant to be a warrior, just a trainer. Vesta was kept oblivious to the technology and customs of the outside world, only learning what a boy was after Diana visited home and told Vesta various things about the outside world. Of course, Vesta was still quite young and the explanation was cut short of "Girls, but with hair on their chins" and Vesta was left mostly in the dark about men.

Vesta was never intended to leave Themyscria at all, instead being trained to defend it from any danger and so she could train any new Amazons to a much more efficient rate than before. However, Vesta was curious and yearned to see the outside world after speaking with her sister rather often. Eventually, after much pestering, she was allowed to visit the outside world with Hippolyta thinking that she'd prefer the comfort of home to the harshness of the 'real' world. Of course, she was wrong.

During her short visit to the outside world, Vesta was contacted by Robin and subsequently got her arse kicked with the rest of the 'team' in the fight that concluded with Robins death. Shortly after, Hippolyta had equipment similar to that of, Diana's made for Vesta in order to help her better defend herself. Of course, Vesta isn't well versed in the use of this equipment just yet but is getting the hang of using them as quickly as she can.

Vesta loved the outside world. Diana showed her how differing the technology and culture was to that of Themyscria and Vesta finally saw a man. Although while she has seen a man she still confuses non-bearded men for women every now and then. She was allowed to stay in Metropolis, cutting her training short and leaving her under the supervision of her sister.
Notes:
Sample Post:

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Vesta dodged under the knife of her attacker. Attacker was a generous way to put it, he hadn't landed a hit on her yet. She dodged left of one swipe and right of another, unhooking her lasso and unfurling it in one flick of her wrist. She jumped back as the attacker sent a jab towards her before swinging her arm back and sending the lasso forward in one fell swoop. The lasso affixed itself around the thugs wrist, and with one tug he was sent tumbling into the wall.

Vesta flew through the air with the grace of an eagle. Swooping between buildings and under cranes as if she were born of bird herself. She looked down to the terrified criminal she held in her sturdy grip. Her mind drifted back to hearing what various other superheroes had said on the news. They usually said something dramatic and heroic to the criminal in a time like this and Vesta would be damned if she couldn't think of something cool and inspirational to say.
"Young Lady that is no way to act" She said, an obvious lack of inspiration or any semblance of cool. She saw the assailant turn their head to her with a puzzled look growing on their face.
"Young Lady?" They spoke "I'm a man!" He screamed, visibly distressed and insecure about his appearance. Vesta furrowed her brow in confusion before the confusion turned to embarrassment and her cheeks grew red.
"But you have long hair?" She said, visibly confused. The thug, equally confused asked
"So?" In a seemingly calm voice for the current situation. Vesta didn't answer, she just looked forward and left the man to stew in his own anxiety. This was the second time this week that she'd mistaken a man for a woman, and it was only Wednesday. She made haste to reach the police station and drop off the criminal before things got even more awkward.

Vesta returned to her small apartment late that night. She was surprised to find a letter left on her bed. She opened the letter with intrigue and was confused to find a meeting place written on the paper. She debated going, but ultimately decided there was little point in not going and made a mental note of the date of said meeting.

[Mr_pink]

Finished my app.

[Omega Man]

Gonna make an OOC later and begin critiquing some CS's. I'll go ahead and say anybody who's character had extensive training beforehand will need to be reworked. We're ALL gonna be rookies. Robin was beaten to death in front of us and only Deadshot and Multiplex were involved. One guy has no powers... just guns and ammo, and the other guy just becomes a bunch of guys [with heightened strength but still...]. And we COULDN'T stop them.

~KL~

[Double]

@The Kid Lantern CS is done.

[Ultimate Spidey]

WIP Kid Flash

Password: Titan

Kid Flash

Samara Salem
Age: 15

Appearance:

Samara

Samara stands at about 5'4" (163cm). She is of Lebanese, Syrian, and Greek descent with blue eyes, fair skin, and a long thick mane of shimmering black hair.
Her clothing compliments her developing body without revealing too much. Being raised Muslim Samara doesn't show a lot of skin or wear super tight outfits. She is fond of chokers and necklaces. A few jeans and her denim jacket have the Islamic symbol of feminism stitched on them.

Personality
Feminist, Plucky, Conscientious
Home Location: Keystone City

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Powers

The following are Kid Flash's abilities at the start of the game.

Speedster Physiology Kid Flash possesses a enhanced physiology suited for immense speeds. Her cardiovascular and respiratory system, are many times more efficient than that of a normal human being. Her brain's processing speed is also much higher than the average person (see below).

Kid Flash's physiology has also adapted in the following ways:

• Accelerated Metabolism Kid Flash has an accelerated metabolism, rendering her resistant to weight gain, illness, injury, and accelerating her healing speed.
• Accelerated Perception She can perceive everything at accelerated rate. Currently this allows her to see normally while traveling at faster than normal speeds.
• Enhanced Stamina Kid Flash's body is highly resistant to the build-up of fatigue toxins in her blood, allowing her to be physically active for considerably longer periods of time than the average person.

Superhuman Speed At present, the Fastest Girl Alive can reach a top speed of 200mph (321.8 km/h).

In the Future....

(In the future, through natural development as well as training, Kid Flash's physiology will continue to adapt to allow her to travel at higher speeds. If the GM permits, Samara may gain the following abilities.)

Speedster Physiology

• Accelerated Perception - Kid Flash's mind and senses process information at such speeds that time appears to have slowed down, allowing her to perceive what would normally be moving too fast to see and respond accordingly.
• Accelerated Thought Process - She can process information at incredible speeds, allowing her to analyze and come to conclusions at an unprecedented rate.
• Enhanced Durability - Kid Flash's physical durability (ability to endure/resist damage) is extremely high, allowing her to take numerous blows of internal or external assaults before succumbing to the effects. (Once she gains this ability Samara won't have to depend on her costume for protection against impact damage.)
• Enhanced Reflexes - Samara has drastically enhanced reaction speed, allowing her to dodge bullets, catch flies in mid-air, dodge and maneuver around complex attacks, catch falling objects, block detriments and react instantaneously to what others take more time to react to.
• G-Force Adaptation - The Fastest Girl Alive is immune to stress and strains caused by g-force: the acceleration felt as weight, this acceleration experienced by an object is due to the vector sum of non-gravitational forces acting on an object's freedom to move.

Superhuman Speed In the future, with growth and training, Kid Flash will become faster, capable of traveling past the speed of sound and possibly reaching Mach speeds. Samara will also be able to produce such feats as: vertical running, running on water, speed striking, tornado generation, and more.

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Weaknesses

• Accelerated Metabolism She needs to ingest more food/calories than the average girl her age. Also, having an accelerating healing speed isn't always a good thing.
• Superhuman Speed Slippery and extremely sticky surfaces can prove difficult for Kid Flash to run over. (This is a weakness she could possibly overcome in the future.)
• Magic and Psionics Samara is just as susceptible to magical and psionic attacks as the average human.

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Equipment

Starting Costume

(Just forget about the notes on Cameron Diaz, brass knuckles, and green mist.)

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BRIEF Bio

[this shouldn't be a problem as none of us are really trained or have more than a few weeks experience]

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Notes

Samara's primary language is English, but she is able to speak and read Arabic and Greek fairly well.
Unike her father, Samara is a Liberal/Progressive Muslim.

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Sample Post: [give us an idea of what you bring to the table, no less than 1 or 2 paragraphs with dialog!]

[Omega Man]

I'll finish up the OOC I started in a few hours after I get out of work [it'll be 2 my time, bout 5 1/2 hours].

~KL~