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[Omega Man]

Secret ID: Robert Hall and Daniel Hall

Alias: Leviathan

Age: 19 and 15 [Levi being the average 17]

Home Location: Metropolis

Powers: Through concentrated contact, the boys become a single giant human with increased strength, speed, stamina, and durability. In a nut shell, the composite being is ten foot tall, bulletproof, and can tear a car apart with his bare hands. He can bench press well over a ton, and run a mile in just over three minutes. Both of the boys are adept swimmers, and as fast as Leviathan is on land he's just as fast in the water.

Weaknesses: When separated the boys are just your average athletic teenagers with no increased anything. The composite being Leviathan can only stay together for roughly an hour, the duration also depends on how well the boys work as one brain rather than two sides fighting against each other. If the Leviathan is hit with mental attacks he loses his form in no time at all.

Equipment: Any equipment or devices/objects the boys have on them becomes compromised when they combine to create Leviathan. Batman fitted each of the boys with a light armor reminiscent of a wet suit and upon becoming one being the suit 'completes itself' giving the young giant hero a little more durability.

Appearance:

Leviathan -


Personality: Robert is a little more loud and reckless; Daniel is a little smarter and quieter, Leviathan is stoic but often acts before thinking things through.

Password: What's this about a password?

BRIEF Bio: Robert and Daniel both lived in Metropolis with their grandmother. Several weeks back, while Superman was in a battle with Brainiac, one of the technological tyrant's experiments was released into the city. This 'exobyte' had the brothers merge into one larger being when they made contact running for safety. The two of them had no idea what to think, but it was clear to anyone who tried to talk to the giant man that the fellow was a man of two minds about everything. After Brainiac had been defeated and the first time the two brothers would 'go big' wore off they thought that life would go back to normal.

They couldn't have been more wrong. Days later, while the two boys waited in the car outside of the bank their grandmother was doing business in, a robbery began to go down. As soon as Daniel realized what was going on he told his brother they needed to go and make sure their grandma was safe. On a whim Daniel concentrated hard and put his hand on his brother's shoulder. Seconds later the giant was born again. At the end of it all, the giant was met by Superman after putting the KO on the three armed robbers.

Another week would pass before Robin contacted the boys. Grayson wasn't the world's greatest detective, but he trained with one of the best for three years and quickly determined the giant was a composite being and reached out to them via social media. Like others, the first meeting with Robin in Gotham went south for the boys and the two could only watch as Multiplex and Deadshot made an example out of the first teenage superhero and former sidekick.

Notes: At some point later on we may meet other members of this universe's Justice League so that I can have a short moment between Leviathan and Aquaman.

Sample Post:

"These Multiplex goons are a handful. My brother and I aren't really cut out for this 'Teen Titans' thing after all. It takes concentration and skin to skin contact for us to become a giant, and if something doesn't happen soon Robin's not going to make it much longer. If only Robert would stop trying to fight those Multiplex guys two or three at a time we might be able to make contact and..." Daniel thought to himself while trying to break free of one of the Multiplex duplicates' grip that currently had him pinned up against a warehouse wall.

"These kids are beginning to annoy me..." Deadshot yelled out to his partners in crime as he shot a couple high powered rounds at the dog like creature that one of the kids transformed into taking it down for the time being.

"Should've just killed that ugly thing, Lawton..." one of the many Multiplexes commented.

"We were sent here to kill one person and to send a message. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU LITTLE SUPERHERO WANNABES?" Deadshot yelled out a little louder than before, "KIDS SHOULDN'T WEAR COSTUMES."

Deadshot finally let the nearly lifeless and beaten body of Robin fall to the ground the rest of the way. He reloaded his wrist mounted 22 millimeter firearms and aimed one of them at the head of the bloody and bruised Robin. Under his mask he was closing his eyes. Killing kids is awful even to an assassin. Not even two seconds later and...

BANG! BANG BANG!

After a few more punches were thrown at the rookie heroes by all of the duplicates, they all merged back into the prime Multiplex as Deadshot watched seemingly in surprise.

"We better jet, 'Plex. There's no telling for certain when the Bat will come around looking for bird boy..." Deadshot suggested as they took off up an alleyway, now just the two of them.

~KL~

[Mr_pink]

Secret ID: Vesta 'Ves' Petrakis
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 eyes are a piercing blue and are easily recognizable among other eyes. Her equipment is similar to her sisters, both in style and hue except with Vesta's having darker shades of each colour overall, and with the blue being replaced with black. 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 metal headband that can be used as a throwing weapon alike the tiara.

Her costume is much more modern than her sisters, and while she retains a similar sort of breastplate, hers goes up to her neck rather than stopping below her shoulders. She also has tight fitting black trousers under a small amount of armour along with boots. All of her armour is styled around the Amazons.

When off mission, Ves can usually be seen wearing some sort of band T-shirt along with jeans and whatnot. She hasn't really adapted to the fashion of the outside world and it took Diana some time to explain to her that going out in a toga isn't really socially acceptable.

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.

The one thing that Ves is most interested in is 80s music. Her favourite band is The Smiths and even mentioning them in a positive light can make just about anyone her new best friend.
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:
-Favourite band is "The Smiths"
-Has a major crush on a young David Bowie
-Favourite colour is purple
-Her favourite song is "Love and Pride" by King, although this changes frequently.
Sample Post:

Sample

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.

[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 as 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 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 jug 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 a 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


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 memory 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.

[Sigil]

Ladies and Gentlemen, making his first public appearance, I give you the testosterone-based, masked fury of ...El Sasquatcho!

El Sasquatcho

Secret ID: Hector Delacruz

Alias: 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.

Uniform:

His “working gear”, as it were, is similar in form to Batman’s. It is an ergonomically articulated combat armor, designed for maximum protection and flexibility. Color is matte black with brown accents. Trauma plates protect vital areas, and can also be found in his mask, tactical boots, and gloves. These plates give him an extra bit of oomph when attacking with his extremities. Armor does not cover his arms, mostly because he thinks it looks cooler this way. Coupled with his Heightened Durability, he's quite the agile tank.

He will, as needed, wear a standard cloth long coat over his armor. It can be torn away for dramatic effect, or merely blow about heroically in the wind.

El Sasquatcho’s headgear is an exact duplicate of his Luchador mask, with audio comm options and a voice scrambler/augmenter (for anonymity and making very impressive entrances)

His tactical boots contain compartments for the storage of small items, and more impressively, infrasound generators able to broadcast a wide range of pulses too low for humans to hear. The practical effect is a heightened sense of anxiety in those around him; the impractical effect being that every Bigfoot, Sasquatch, or Timber Ape within a 10 mile radius will be summoned to his position. Unless they’re not real. Then no dice.

Wait, don’t whales use infrasound?

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: Gnarkk

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.

Sample Post II

Bad night. Very bad night.

The name of El Sasquatcho was not yet spoken of in hushed whispers among the seedy underworld of Gotham City, and yet already he was receiving fan mail.

No, wait. This was better. An invitation from one of the greats: Robin, associate of Senor Batman himself! And he wanted to meet the soon-to-be-famous El Sasquatcho! All of his hard work and street patrols were about to pay off, bigtime.

That was the plan, at least. Bad night.

...the first gunshots rang out long before he could get to the docks. His saving grace, ironically a mundane issue, was traffic. He was delayed by a matter of two minutes - otherwise those shots might have been meant for him. El Sasquatcho managed to arrive just in time to see the broken body of one of his personal heroes drop to the ground, his head rebounding lifelessly and clunking back down again. The poor bastard was only identifiable as Robin because of his uniform; facial features were lost in a jumble of blood and damaged bone.

Something broke inside of El Sasquatcho, a feeling of fear and rage and hopelessness he had only felt once before, years ago. He broke into a run, intent on beating his assailants into so much warm salsa with his bare hands. He bounded into the fight, caring not who saw nor heard him, paying little attention to the others in the fray. Nearing the first person he percieved as an enemy, his voice boomed forth in righteous indignation.

"Sangre de El Santo!"

His fist connected solidly, striking the neck of a man wearing a lightly glowing bodysuit. The man stumbled forward, but kept his footing and looked back at El Sasquatcho.

This could not be. A full hit at that point of impact would have laid out any normal person. He must be dealing with a Meta, like himself. He had not the time to process, as he was very rapidly grabbed from behind by another man, seemingly wearing the same glowing bodysuit as the one in front of him. El Sasquatcho was able to begin the counter relatively easily, until his dance partner forced his full strength upon him.

He was strong, possibly stronger than himself. El Sasquatcho had not expected this. Stupidly, he rushed in, relying on emotion and raw luck to see him to victory. He underestimated his opponents, even after seeing the Boy Wonder go down like a drunken prom date.

Grappling though he was, he caught snatches of sight at his surroundings. Others were there, too, held back by more copies of the man now attacking him. In the center of the dock, another man (different this time) took to abusing the unconscious or dead Robin at his leisure. Making him watch. Making all of them watch.

He was finally able to break free from his attacker's grasp, and picked him high above his head, intending to bring him down upon his knee. The blow failed as yet another copy plowed into his side with truck-stopping force, knocking El Sasquatcho to the ground and driving the air from his lungs. The man in the center paused his savage act for just a moment, looking over to the newcomer and the trouble he caused. The moment froze.

The next thing El Sasquatcho knew, he was semi-conscious and being hurled into the sea. He skipped like a stone twice before nailing a buoy, an arm getting caught in the metal framework. Had it not, he likely would have slipped beneath the waves and drowned before he had a chance to recover.

...Unsure how long he had been out, he made his way back to the dock from where he was thrown. Things were quiet now, except for the wordless sobbing of those present. They stood in a circle around the fallen Hero. El Sasquatcho added his tears to the rest, undramatically slumping to his knees and bowing his head. The grief and shame of those present was palpable.

"Dama Muerte, he is deserving of you..."

It was then the scene darkened, overshadowed by the silhouette of a familiar cape and cowl.

[Metronome]

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

Home city: Gotham

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.
Bolin's brash and frankly idiotic 'plans' of blowing into battle, guns blazing, has gotten him into trouble more than once. Strategy is not his forte. He's still young, fairly inexperienced, and without Shíshī, with whom he's constantly at ends with, he probably wouldn't have made it this far.

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 cult of demon worshipers called The Sha Wujing clan, or just "The Clan". 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, brainwashed by their ideals. They told him that he would be something great someday, but for the most part, Bolin raised himself. The Clan taught him basic education, but never bothered to train or discipline him. When it came time to have his body taken over, The Clan 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 Clan. When the villains had retreated back to their hidey holes, Shíshī gave Bolin control again. 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 wasn't used to authority, and Shíshī was rife with it.

Bolin can still often be seen bickering with Shíshī, earning odd looks as it appears that he is speaking to himself.

Bolin is still searching for the remaining Clan 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.

But tonight was a bit different than his typical badguy round-up. Soon the days of rookie play would be over for Bolin; petty drug smugglers and thieves would fear the name of a new team, and they wouldn't dare continue their business so blatantly. Or at least, that's what Bolin thought.

He'd gotten the message about a week ago, and after much arguing with Shishi, managed to convince the spirit that finding the Hand wasn't as big of a priority as saving the world. Tonight was the night that Bolin would meet his new team, and right now, he was just killing time. He was a little antsy, to be honest.

After strolling the docks for a good hour, it was time to head out to the spot. Bolin took to the skyline and made his way across the city. He could barely hold himself down. But, despite his anticipation, he still managed to show up late. Bolin internally cursed at himself as he found a loose window in the old, rundown warehouse that was their rendezvous point. Very Gotham. He slipped inside and slithered into the shadows, his brightly colored costume neutralized by the darkness. Down on the ground, he could see a gathering of young, equally bright colored figured. Those must have been his new teammates.

But something was off.

There were two, also costumed, large men standing opposite of the team. The one he knew was Robin was talking out to them, but the team behind him looked petrified. What was going on here? Then, faster than Bolin could register what had happened, one of the men drew a gun and shot the Boy Wonder. Robin was down. The team moved in, but the gunman was quick. The other one could multiply himself, and was easily taking charge of the situation. Bolin didn't even think. He launched from the catwalk, roaring as he dropped down on top of one of the multiples.

Bolin, wait!

A deep voice rumbled inside of his head. Shishi's warning came too late, though. Bolin had, yet again, rushed headlong into a battle he couldn't win. Over the last few years, Bolin had gotten good at his martial arts, but not that good. He still relied heavily on Shishi's transformations to get him through a fight. And, after being quickly subdued by several multiples of the same guy, it came to that.

Shishi's roar shook the whole warehouse as his body lit up, taking on a very large and monstrous form. The spirit snarled again as he tore into the battle, relentless. The odds were looking better, like they might win, but Bolin had forgotten a very important detail in this fight: one of these badguys had a gun.

Bolin wasn't used to guns being used. The Clan was too dramatic and traditional to lower themselves to that standard. And the petty crooks of Gotham usually pissed themselves the moment he shifted. But the man with the black and gold mask did no such thing. When Bolin shifted, all he saw was a larger target.

Two shots fired and two shots struck. The beast fell to the floor limply, a wound in his side and one in his neck. He didn't get a chance to get up again. Everything after that was kind of dark and fuzzy.

Bolin learned later, when he awoke in the hospital, that Robin had been murdered. He had lived only because the massive muscles in Shishi's neck had protected his throat. After the scene had been discovered, some time after Bolin had re-taken a human form, he had been rushed to the nearest ER. Ten hours and one emergency surgery later and he was stable. Beaten, sore, and shaken all to hell, but stable. So much for new beginnings.

[Ghost Queen]

Derrick Grey

Alias: Bard

Age: 19

Home Location: Bludhaven

Powers:

Music is Magic- So far Derrick can only release his magic by playing The Axe in certain ways.

Iron Will- Derrick isn't one to just give up anything without a fight, his determination keeping him awake through the harshest beat downs and all but the best psionics out of his head.

Weaknesses:

Strong but Unskilled- Derrick has great magical potential, his basic spells packing quiet the punch. However they are easily countered by more experienced magic users.

Wild Child- Because of his inexperience Derrick can't efficiently use his magic, tiring him out quickly.

Equipment:The Axe. A guitar given to him by a one "Uncle Scratch". It is far more durable than it has any right to be and slightly heavier than you would expect but it's magical origins make it the perfect channel for the young mages abilities.

Notebook of Arcane Lore- Another gift from Uncle Scratch, this large notebook contains written spells, notes on magic, and little doodles. While only visibly carrying a hundred or so pages within it actually carries somewhere along several thousand.

Personality: "Don't cling to pain. Don't expect happiness. Don't fear loss. Accept reality as it is. Enjoy the good. Endure the bad. Don't make a big deal out of anything. Be selfless, and unconditionally kind and just, without ever expecting a reward. We're all going to end up as piles of dust, so why not be nice to each other and get those pleasant fuzzies?"

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio:

Notes:

Sample Post:
"bang, Bang, BANG!" the shots rang out in his head, the same sound Derrick had been hearing on repeat for several days now, the only wound that stayed fresh. The bruises and scrapes had already healed, it wasn't like that was the first time Derrick had ever been beat up, but death? That was new. He remembers bashing several of the Multiplexs on the head before getting overwhelmed and beaten down, nothing too bad but it left him helpless to do anything else.

He blacked out for awhile, no more than a couple minutes but it was enough. Robin was dead and one of his "teammates" was on his way too. With nothing but a prayer and a dollar -twenty five he got the kid an ambulance and saw him off, getting left with questioning.

"What the hell were you doing out here with that kid?" asked the cop, "Nothing officer, just found him like that." Derrick replied, deadpan and sour.

"Then how do you explain looking like you were on the loosing end of a bar fight?", the cop was losing patience quickly. Completely blank face, Derrick said "I tripped." And on it went for awhile until he was dismissed. The cops not getting anything useful out of him.

Now, several days later, Derrick sat on the roof and just watched the skyline. Honestly he didn't feel much right now, his anger and anguish spent. "So much for superhero's." He said to no one but the Bludhaven air.

[ColouredCyan]

Secret ID: Caitlyn Gump
Alias: Parasite
Age: 19
Home Location: Gotham, a wonderful place of opportunity, if you have the money and status.

Powers:
None of her own to speak of, but has a symbiotic relationship with a parasitical creature Caitlyn affectionately named "Bug", which is attached to her left arm, it gives her:

Envenomed Claws, cumulative paralytic
A projectile gunk shot, hazardous to health long term
Hook Shot Capabilities
Shell Armour Plating
Hazmat-lite, Bug Detoxes and filters Caitlyn's blood, making her resistant to chemical and biological warfare.
Defib-lite, Bug's Heart continues to pump blood around Caitlyn's body, even if Caitlyn's heart isn't.
Bug is semi-sentient and communicates Caitlyn neurally, feeding her powerful messages of hunger and self preservation.

Bug continues to grow, giving more powers to its beloved host but enveloping more of Caitlyn.

Weaknesses:
Besides her left arm she is entirely human, no powers attached.
Bug must be fed regularly to be any use
Bug can act against Caitlyn's will if it believes Caitlyn is endangering both of them.
Ingestion of unknown Paraciticides slows Bug down
Caitlyn is used to operating alone and finds it hard to trust others.
Technophobe, not literally, but sucks with computers.

Appearance:
A dirty street urchin with an alien creature for a left arm.
Curly mousy brown hair, cut shoulder length with a rusty scissor blade
Her eyes are dark and full of mistrust
She stands at a skinny 5'6" and weighs 170lbs, Bug included
Used to wear almost exclusively dark baggy clothing, but in light of becoming a TITAN has revamped her look, somewhat. Her hoodie has been swapped out for the more respectable, sleeveless turtleneck jumper and her cargo trousers for, well, better cargo trousers, you can take a girl out of the slums. Her sick hi-tops have also be traded in for more respectable combat ready footwear. This was going up in the world for her, she wasn't going to lose such an opportunity by looking scruffy.

Personality:
Caitlyn has dedicated her life from escaping the hell hole that her former life. All opportunities taken, nothing squandered. However her foresight is not twenty twenty, tends to give up long term rewards for short term boons. Caitlyn's trust must be earnt and is more easily lost than gotten. This however, doesn't stop her from being civil with you, something you learn on the streets, so you won't know whether you have it or you don't. Her desire to be a TITAN is not so much one of love for saving people, but of not having to be a criminal anymore, and sees it way to bigger things. She is manipulative and she is a deceiver but she isn't cruel and certainly not a bad person. As someone who often acted alone, she has little teamwork or leadership skills but will endeavor to acquire them when they've shown their value.

Bio/ Sample Post:

Her and Bug had come along way since they day they were first introduced, that day was pivotal in ways she barely understood at the time. She was 13, out of school and trying to help pay off a debt of a father she never met. Pick pocketing worked for a while, till mother's "gentlemen friends" went too many weeks without a visit to her bedroom. Payments went up, the bruises came back. The items stolen and fenced got more expensive; phones, laptops, computers, but it was never quite enough, according to the collectors.

"13 years old, wow, how time flies", the big one would say on the way out as they grabbed the hats and coats they'd slung over the sofa earlier,"I remember when you were only a wee nipper, look how much you've grown."

The other, cigarette in mouth, swinging his coat over his thin shoulders,"She's a smart little monkey too, Gov"

"Really now? Maybe she can come work with us, we could always do with a helping hand in the office", they'd both laugh in such away you knew they didn't mean it so much as a dirty joke as they did just dirty. "Maybe when she's a bit bigger."

"Yeah, and maybe she can finish what her daddy started too, you know he was this close to crackin-"
"Thats enough Freddy, were done here."

As Freddy unlocked the door, the big guy, who's name she knew would slip a silver coin out of his coat pocket and deposit into Caitlyn's palm.

"For my favourite God-daughter, buy yourself something sweet."

The same charade every month, little did they know it was the last. Tonight she wasn't staying for the awkward silent late supper before bed. She was meeting him, the Man of Promises. Shortly after the men left, Caitlyn changed back out of pajamas and left into the darkness. Their meeting place was a dark alleyway approximately half way between Caitlyn's home and the office Fred and the Boss man returned too every month after visiting, the heavy cloud cover obscured the moon but the streets were no darker thanks to the powerful neon lampposts. Drunkards already littered the street and their harmless, but watchful gaze made Caitlyn's heart pound harder. The video rental, the second hand store, the charity store, the coffee shop. The alley opened before her, its gaping chasm threatening to swallow her whole. A man in sunglasses was waiting in a door way deeper down. Him. Caitlyn walked down and followed him into the room he was propping open. Caitlyn took a seat at the table that had been dragged into the closet from cafe side.

An ornate wooden box lay on the table, unlocked. The lid seemed still, but periodically Caitlyn could have sworn it lifted up, if only by millimeters. The box demanded her attention, in it was a promise, so she was told. An opportunity to escape the life she had, to be slave to no one and take control of her own destiny.

"Are you sure this is what you want Miss Gump?"
"I want it to stop"
"And you're willing to do what is necessary?"
"Yes"
"And you're willing to pay the price?"
"Yes"
"So be it, lift the lid of the box"

Caitlyn placed her hands on either side of the lid. What on earth could be in this box? She wasted no time, but immediately regretted it. The contents wriggled and Caitlyn slammed the lid back down.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE?"
"Freedom, Miss Gump"

Caitlyn lifted the lid a little slower this time, fingers as far from any of the alien creatures as she could. Thorny, writhing unearthly creatures litter the box, there might have been seven or eight of them all unique in their horrid design.

"What am I supposed to do with these?"
"Please pick one, today is the day you escape the chains of society"
"I came here for a gun, you said you were going to give me a weapon to fight my oppressors with"
He scoffed, "I am giving you something better than a gun," he paused, "Liberation. Pick one."

None of them were particularly inviting, but maybe that was the point. He was wasting her time. She got up to leave but a firm hand pushed her back into her seat.

"Do not make the mistake others have made, Miss Gump, you leave this room and you walk back into your old life, back into the sadness and the misery and the hopelessness, this is your chance to escape. I can assure you that you will not regret this, pick one."

Caitlyn looked back into the box of horrors.

"That one."
"A fine choice, the first of many."

He lifted the 7 inch monstrosity out of the box, with no more care than if it were a hamster. Holding it by the giant thorn he rolled it in air and stroked it along the belly side. It relaxed and opened up exposing its lemon yellow, fleshy insides.

"Your hand, Miss Gump."

She didn't respond but her expression said everything. Nope. Nope. Nope. The Man of Promises took her hand from the table. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. He pulled her hand slowly into position, Caitlyn transfixed on the creature, which seem to wriggle more excitedly as her middle finger got closer. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. She looked up to the man, her face filled with horror, her eyes begged for it to end. She could feel the warmth radiating from the creatures insides on her finger. Every moment waiting for it to clamp around it was agony, the torture never ending. NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! She squeezed her eyes tight and braced for the pain of her skin being devoured by the hungry evil creature, but it never came.

The man relaxed his grip on her wrist, and smiled.

"Welcome to the first day of your new life."

Password: Gnarkk

[Weird Tales]

Rat Boy

Secret ID: Chester Prince
Alias: Rat Boy
Age: 15
Home Location: He's originally from Central City, but moved to Gotham
Powers:

Rat like physiology: his meta gene gave him a rat-like appearance including some of their skills, and other unnatural abilities.

Enhanced agility: he is much more agile than a normal human.

Enhanced Senses: He has whiskers that have better sense of touch than the human fingertip and his sense of smell is several times stronger than normal person. His hearing is strong enough to pick up noises that normal humans cannot hear and can detect much higher frequencies, into the range of ultrasound.

Shrinking: he can shrink down to the size of a black rat, which makes him have a height of exactly five inches.

Rat Control: he can telepathically communicate with and command rats, he can even project his mind into one and perceive through its senses like a powerful telepath. This power also allows him to tell the location of any type of rat within a two mile radius.

Teeth and Claws: His meta gene has caused him to have sharp claws and sharp teeth, which he can use to attack enemies.

Weaknesses: Rat Poison is like kryptonite to him and even though he has normal human vision, bright flashes of light are more disorientating to him. Aside from his teeth and claws, he has the same strength and durability of a normal human and while he is small his body strnegth is proportionate to his size.
Equipment: he has a utility belt with smoke bombs, flash bang grenades and small knives that he mostly uses for utility rather than combat. Finally Chester wears a suit that can shrink along with him and also makes whatever he's wearing shrink as well.
Appearance: Chester looks like a human boy with rat like features such as a longer nose and large buck teeth and stands at about five feet tall. He wears a sci-fi style black and red jumpsuit that is waterproof and fireproof. He also wears weather boots that are resistant to water, heat and electricity. Originally his costume was a bright red and yellow, but batman thought that a darker and more stealthier kind color pattern would do better for him. He also was given goggles for the purpose of further concealing his identity.

Personality: Chester isn't what you would call your brooding Batman style hero and loves to pop a joke every now and then. His humor is witty and dark and it is main form of self defense against those who insult him because of his appearance. Thanks to his powers Chester has developed a bit of an inferiority complex and his rat like appearance makes him not very trusting of people finding him attractive, though he tries to hide it if he can.

He has a love of rats and even before his metahuman abilities activated Chester considered them his favorite animal and had several as pets. He always hated that many people considered them disgusting vermin and pests, it also annoyed him seeing all of the tropes in fiction where rats are evil and few are good. Chester is very smart and cunning and prefers to use his street smarts over just brute strength.

He is friends with Ray Palmer who was his dad's best friend in collage and was grateful that the scientist was able to create a size-changing suit for him. His personality did somewhat change after Robin's death and occasionally has spouts of depression and anxiety. Almost like with the late Robin Williams, Chester tries to use his humor to hide his emotional problems almost like a mask.

Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Chester is the son of famous scientist Lionel Prince who was the collage best friend of Ray Palmer. His father and mother lived in Central City when he was born and Chester's earliest memories where the fun times he had in the city. Eventually his father got a job offer in Gotham by the city government trying to encourage scientific research to start flourishing in the crime ridden city and boost its economy. This job would pay more money and it had the attractive idea that his father would be helping the city progress into the future.

And so when he was thirteen they moved to Gotham city and he was enrolled in one of the private schools. School life wasn't like it was back in Central City. His fondness for rats and him talking about the pet rats that he kept made him an outcast among the prestigious at the school. Their words of disgust at the thought of owning rats made Chester mad and he didn't socialize at school very much. It was when a couple of the bullies at his school started to torment him by talking about how they torture rats that made him activate his meta gene.

His appearance became more like those of a rat and the bullies screamed in horror and ran away from him. Thanks to his slightly rodent like appearance his parents had to take him out of school and his dad looked for options to fix his son's appearance. Chester didn't want to go back to who he was, his meta genes had revealed who he really was underneath. As time went by he discovered other abilities including the power to shrink to tiny size.

It was then that Ray Palmer came to him and revealed himself to be the superhero known as the Atom. He asked Chester what he wanted to do with his powers. Chester replied telling him that he wanted to be a force of good and help end the myth of rats being all bad. Ray agreed to help him and gave him a suit that would shrink along with him. Chester now with his new suit and abilities became the teen hero known as Rat Boy.

It wasn't long until he was contacted by Robin to join a team of young heroes and he agreed. Things went bad quickly when Robin was killed and Chester was injured by the super villains Multiplex and Deadshot. His emotional state now worse for wear, Chester hopes to honor his dead comrade by making sure that criminals in Gotham get brought to justice.

Notes: Don't eat his cheese or insult his human and non human friends otherwise he might bite you.
Sample Post:
Chester groaned in terrible pain as he felt a bad blow to his head sting horribly and his surroundings felt blurry. He was bleeding from his nose and several areas on his body, his suit wasn't made for protection against physical attacks. Chester then also noticed that he had been shot in the arm and remembered the mercenary Deadshot shooting in his direction. Luckily it had only grazed his shoulder and he wondered if that had been intentional.

When his visioned a bit he saw more blood on the ground and the body of another individual on the pavement. Memories began to flood back into his mind. Robin had told him and some other young heroes to meet him here, but they were then attacked by the two super villains. He had tried to help the young hero, but Multiplex had beaten him into unconsciousness just as Deadshot had shot him. It was agony just trying to get onto his knees and he could feel the comforting nuzzle of rats beside him.

"Chester are you alright?" they asked him in a slightly high-pitched and concerned voice.

"Ah...I'm...I'm fine. Where's the others where's Robin?" he asked still a little confused.

"Dead" one of them responded. A deep well of shock and horror filled him and he looked closer at the body on the ground and saw that it was indeed Robin.

"Damn it!" he shouted as he slammed his fist onto the ground and winced in pain from the action. He remembered slashing several of Multiplex's clones in the face and gnawing on them viciously, but it didn't stop him from getting the snot beaten out of him.

"I failed my teammates" he said to himself. His sensitive hearing then began to pick up the faint sounds of police sirens far away that were getting louder.

"More humans are coming" a rat said to him and he nodded, the authorities would soon be coming and there was a chance he could be arrested for his actions. That's when Batman told them to go home and burn their suits and not take up heroism again. Chester thought about it, but a part of him said no and was determined to see justice brought to those so wronged by people like Deadshot and Multiplex.

He then heard Bolt give his response to Batman, but the dark vigilante disappeared with Robin's body into the night, leaving them alone. Chester decided that it was time for him to go and shrank down to rat size and hopped onto the back of one of the city rats. He then let the animal take him home and thought about what the future would hold after this terrible night.

"I've got to get better at this" he said to himself. He thought that this was the end of being part of team when sometime after he got a message saying "Meet me at this location, midnight." with an address on it. Chester suspected that it might be from Batman and he wondered if there was a future for a team. He looked at his pet rats eating cheese while on his shoulders.

"Well I guess that this team may happen after all" he said to them with a bit of a sad smile on his face.

"As long as there's food then will be happy" the both replied nibbling on their cheese. Chester wrote down the address and when it was close to midnight he suited up and headed off in the direction of Grant Gym.

[Endrance]

W.I.P

Isis

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: Gas Gadgets made more useful by her wind control (once she ever gets the hang of it), throwing knives
Appearance: (make a micro like my character Hathoress xD)
Personality: Thoughtful, Humble, Direct
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Neith was adopted in Egypt by an older conservative cult that worshipped her as an egyptian goddess but practiced all sorts of black magic on her until the age of 5 where US intell was gathered and Neith was captured by Cadmus. Plenty of more analytical research was done on her as she was revealed to be thanagarian but at the tender age of 18 an oppertune moment arised where Superman infiltrated and left Neith with a chance to escape. Wanting to do nothing more than to thank him for being able to experience the world, Neith has decided to join up with the titans of Gotham under Supermans influence, and her curiosity to see more of the world, starting with Gotham.
Notes: shes got natural wings that come out of her body. Unable to retract them
Sample Post: She could hear the shriek of the metal as it bent open. She was sure this was another test that Cadmus was throwing at her (thus far she felt like a failure only able to hover and fly 2 feet at most off the ground and not for that long either) yet she stood tall to defend herself. In her native tongue, darkly she recited her spell. "Shabti, alotted to me...come forth!". A small doll materalized seemingly from under the ground and floated next to her with a mischevious grin. It wore an all black dress with pale skin, and piercing blue eyes with black tribal markings. The sound grew closer and with it, a handsome muscular figure made her fight reaction melt away replaced with adoration. He was REALLY good looking.

"I'm here to save you. Come with me."

"..."

"Are you alright?"

"..."

Footsteps followed by a "He's this way!" sounded in the background as Neith's idol zoomed around him with a mischievous grin then disappeared, without Neith instructing. "We've gotta go!"Superman said turning back to her. "I'll get rid of them, and then i'll get you out of here..."

Still somewhat in a daze, Neith nodded. "...I'm Neith."

"Okay Neith, just follow me!"

***Some time later***

"My good friend Batman has something going on to train kids like you in Gotham. What do you say?"

"I've always wanted to see more of the world...but I'm allowed to return and help you out sometimes, correct?"

Superman chuckled. "Sure." Neith beamed. Things were finally looking up for her.

[rocketrobie2]

Nightlife

Secret ID: Theodore 'Ted' Saxton
Alias: Nightlife
Age: 16
Home Location: Blüdhaven
Powers:
Sonic Screech- Ted's one and only power which allows him to essentially scream loud enough to shatter steel. Ted isn't very experienced with using his power yet so he tends to save it for big foes or dire situations.
Weaknesses:
Human- Being human has its disadvantages such as being susceptible to bladed weapons, bullet wounds, head trauma, vertigo, etc, etc.
Equipment:
Body Armour- Since Ted doesn't have enhanced strength, speed or durability he needs to rely on some padding to keep him from keeling over from some stray shrapnel. It can't stop bullets but it can dampen the impact of blunt force and defend Ted somewhat from sharp objects.
Extendable Bo Staff- Ted doesn't have a whole lot in the strength department and his expertise in martial arts isn't at a level where it can be effective against larger foes so Ted relies on his trusty staff to help him when beating justice into enemies at least until he can become better at fighting with his fists.
Appearance:

Ted

Ted is somewhat athletic in build although he's no quarterback or swimmer but he isn't a slob. He has fair skin, short brown hair and dull blue eyes. Ted's costume is inspired by Black Canary's but is different in quite a few ways. He has a small black mask much like that of nightwing or Robin (ie mostly just covers the eyes), a black leather jacket with obvious, plastic shoulder pads on the outside and elbow pads hidden beneath the jacket. Underneath the leather jacket is a dark blue, long sleeve shirt with a small pouch in it used to keep his retractable Bo-staff and Moped keys. Ted wears somewhat baggy pants which is the same colour and made of the same material as his shirt. Ted wears knee pads over the pants and has a pair of black batman grade sneakers. The material that Ted's pants and shirt are made of are padded for extra defence.

Personality: Ted usually has a upbeat attitude, always seeming excited for whatever he is doing but when crime fighting he gets quieter though still makes remarks if he deems it funny enough or appropriate. He is also a complete superhero fanboy.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Ted grew up in a low income household but with parents who truly cared for him and he was fine with that. He began working as soon as he could in order to earn more money for his family so they could live a little easier. Eventually his family fell into some good luck as Ted's father won the lottery and they were bumped up to the middle class which was essentially like taking a plant in a dark room out into a rich forest. For the first time his family had some spending money which allowed Ted to start taking martial arts lessons in order to fulfill his life long dream.
Ever since Ted was little he wanted to do something worth while with his life like invent the cure for cancer or discover life on another planet but when heroes like Batman and the justice league began to turn up he knew what he wanted to do. He had been surrounded by violence from criminals most of his life and he knew how scary the whole thing could be so he decided that crime fighting was his calling, his grand thing to achieve and this dream was only reinforced by the discovery of his latent power of a sonic screech. He wasn't contacted by Robin when he was recruiting teen heroes but in the small amount of time between then and Ted's induction into the Titans, Nightlife began really making a difference in his community by taking down the local criminals. This coupled with his meta-human ability is what qualified him to join the newly formed Titans team.
Notes:
-Ted doesn't have a drivers license but has a learners.
-Ted has a shiny black Moped with chipped paint.
Sample Post:

Sample Post

Ted was running as fast as he could through the streets of Blüdhaven as he frantically checked behind him. He began to think of slowing down until he heard the loud booming sound coming from behind him.

It was almost here.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it!" Ted thought as he came to a stop and looked around nervously. Finally the boy's Moped caught his eye which gave him a reinvigorated sense of hope as he dashed towards his trusty steed and started it up. With a great amount of fumbling the hero managed to put his helmet on just in time to hear another loud boom, this time much closer. Ted kicked up his kick stand and began driving as fast as he could down the nearly empty streets of Blüdhaven. As he drove Ted began to realize there was no way he was going to outrun his pursuer but he tried all the same. As valiant as his efforts were the first signs of his enemy showed its ugly head in the form of a single drop of water on his helmet "shoot." was all that Ted said before the sky gave way to a tremendous amount of rain. As Ted drove down the street getting wetter and wetter he could only think that there was likely no way his night could get worse.

[knighthawk]

Secret ID:
Hero Zabat
Alias:
Hephestus
Age:
19
Home Location:
Midway City
Powers:
Technopathy/Technomancy:
As the son of the god of smiths, he has an innate understanding of how things work and how to reproduce them. IF it is made by man on this earth, then he can make it or replicate it. Unfortunately, this skill does not extend to alien tech as that is outside the sphere of influence of his father. However, humans that have reverse engineered alien tech he can understand and replicate.
Divine body:
Son of a god has its advantages, Superhuman strength, speed, agility, durability, endurance, and reflexes equal to double those of his current limits.
Weaknesses:
Being of divine blood means that magic spells are twice as effective against him. Even with the physical boost, he's very unskilled in any of the usual heroic ways. No martial arts, no assassin training, not a former thief. He's a geek who can get hit by a car and only have broken bones instead of die.
Equipment:

Forgefriend:

A gift from his bloodline, with one head, it helps him forge items much quicker than any modern marvel does. With the other head, he can break down objects to their base components usually in the form of flaking falling away like rust off of an iron hull. He started with just a pound, but with training in knowing evermore of what things are made of, he can shed ten pounds of one element with each blow, destroying some items to powder and weakening others with each strike. (example: he can touch a pocket watch and reduce it to powder or hit a brick wall (Average red brick is 4.5 lbs
Silica (sand) – 50% to 60% by weight
Alumina (clay) – 20% to 30% by weight
Lime – 2 to 5% by weight
Iron oxide – ≤ 7% by weight
Magnesia – less than 1% by weight
If he called for silica, he could remove half the elements of 4 bricks and significantly reduce the strength of such that a hole would easily be made by the same hammer blow)

Aegis apron:
Not really the mythical aegis, but this apron and these gloves are utterly immune to heat and fire including lava.
Cherubs' chain:
Chainmail made of 34G titanium wire links one 64th of an inch wide on a 1-in-6 pattern. It is supple as cloth, but almost completely bulletproof and acts like a faraday cage against electricity.
Tow truck:
While not the most glamorous of vehicles, its got he massive horsepower needed to drag a semi or pull a gate off is hinges, plenty of panels to hide equipment without needing secret compartments, and tow trucks are so common that it is nearly invisible.

Appearance:

Personality:
Fun-loving with a strong work ethic. He is constantly curious as to how things work and as such is always touching things to use his god given talent to gain a more intimate understanding. His social skills could use some work, as he connects with things more easily than people. He's got some daddy issues and would do anything to protect his mom, not that she needs it.

Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio:
His mom was a grease monkey who inherited the garage from her dad and worked her way from holistic repairs to custom jobs. She got a custom job from this gorgeous 20 something veteran with 'hair like copper wire and a prosthetic leg' who wanted her to use her mechanical skill to make a fully functional replacement leg. Cybernetics were not her thing, but she took it as a challenge to make a 'functional sculpture' using only her automotive skills.

When he came for the commission, he was so awe struck a her skill that he set his sights on her. Lavishing her with gifts of a new workshops worth of equipment that she eventually gave into his advances. Nine months later, Hero was born and her Patron was gone. She wasn't mad, it was not like he was the first absent baby-daddy on her block.

Fast forward about two decades and the awkward motor-head teen who's into the ancient greeks and renaissance fairs gets a package in the mail around his birthday. Inside is a hammer, apron, and gloves. "Sorry I haven't been there for you, hope you can change the world. -Dad." When he picked up he hammer and put on the gear, A lot of things suddenly made sense. Most notably when the UPS guy who dropped off the package is suddenly bigbird.

As the messenger, he took an hour to the side to explain what he was and what his limits are. He is still mortal, and he's not the only demigod to slip through the cracks. Keep a low profile and he wont be a huge target like wonder woman, and no, forget those Percy Jackson books. He gave the boy a one-time burn phone to call for a teacher. He was floored who picked up the other end of the phone.

Notes:
This character is meant to become something similar to STEEL from superman, but with a semi-magical bend. He's not the front line fighter, but he's the one who makes he gadgets or upgrades the designs.

Sample Post:
Brrrt, brrrt, brr-"Yes commissioner?" "umm this isn't the commisioner-"Who are you? How did you get this number!" He jumped at the sudden authority in the voice, this dude was scary!

"My name is Hero, I was given this number by, ummm, wonder womans cousin?" The screwed up face was audible as even he had a hard time believing what he was saying. "I don't know who you are, but if you are going to try prank calling the justice leauge, you might as well know Tymascerians have no males, use wikipedia!"

He tried to hang up, but the line would not disconnect. diagnostic would reveal that there was an unusual energy signal in the radio transmission that not only force him to stay on the line, but pinpointed his location in half the time his computers usually took. He wanted to be found.

"I'm not Thermal-scary-anne, he's not that kind of cousin...I called you, I need your help, please."

For a long time, he had thought the line had been cut before the voice spoke up softer but just as threatening.

"We'll see. Get your stuff and get on the 9:15 to Gotham, ticket is waiting for you... Hero."

[Mr_pink]

Maddie

Secret ID: Maddalena 'Maddie' Soldati
Alias: Reflection
Age: 19
Home Location: Florence, Italy
Powers:
Maddie has but one power. To travel through and allow things to travel through reflections. She can travel through anything that reflects and come out of any other thing that reflects. For example, she could go through a window and come out of someone's eye. Of course, if she were to do this shrinking would be in effect, and she would regrow as soon as she was a safe distance from the person. She can also allow things to travel through reflections, a power very handy in conjunction with her power gloves.
Weaknesses:
Other than her power, Maddie is completely human and anything that would kill a normal human will kill her.
Equipment:
Maddie's main piece of equipment are her power gloves. They are a pair of gloves stolen from a former super villain that buff her strength and are able to fire beams from the knuckles and palm of said gloves. Along with this, she carries her knife in her boot at all times but refuses to wear any sort of super suit, thinking that they look stupid.
Appearance:
Maddie stands at 5 foot 7 and has a fit physique. Her hair which reaches down past her shoulders is long, curly and black. Her skin is very slightly tanned, a result of her place of birth. Her eyes are a rather bland brown, matching the colour of her signature bandanna.
Personality:
If there was one word to describe Maddie it would be loyal. If she believes you to be a friend, then she wouldn't betray you for the world. This can often lead to her downfall, and betrayals just leave her furious, but she sticks to her loyalty in almost every situation.

She is rather blunt in her mannerisms. If she sees something that seems strange or off to her she'll most likely mention it. And put it this way, she has fallen out with many friends after they've asked her whether or not they looked fat in a dress. She displays an aura of dispassion when it comes to her appearance, shrugging it off as if it doesn't matter. However, inside she is actually rather self conscious about what people think of her appearance, and an insult towards it would make her feel depressed to all heck.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio:
Maddie was born in Florence, Italy to a former thief father and a mother who worked as a butcher. Suffice to say, she had a far from normal early life. She was brought up more like a boy than anything else, when other girls were playing with barbies, Maddie was being taught how to do keepie uppies. Her life was never boring, when she wasn't learning how to pick locks with her father, she was learning how to gut a pig by her mother.

Things changed drastically when she entered school though. Other girls began commenting on her looks, which created a deep seated fear of what other people think in relation to this. Of course, as time went on and her looks began coming on these comments gradually disappeared, especially after she learned how to box.

Her powers manifested at age 16, during her rebellious phase. She began using her powers for more nefarious purposes. She combined her power with her thieving skills and began stealing from whomever she pleased, although she made a note to never steal from those who needed it or who had children. Her biggest, and final heist was on a former super villain. He specialized in technology, and built an entire suit capable of flight, laser blasts and even super strength if you'd believe that.

Of course, Maddie couldn't take the entire suit and had to settle for the gloves before making a quick escape. Her newfound powers combined with the gloves inspired her to do something she'd never thought of doing. She became a superhero. She began cleaning up the streets of Florence, and gained a reputation for her young age and lack of costume.

Eventually she was contacted by an Italian representative of Batman Incorporated about joining something called 'The Teen Titans'. She graciously accepted of course.
Notes:
-Her idol is Zinedine Zidane
-Favourite food is pancakes
Sample Post:

[Half Pint]

Spirit

Secret ID: Zhang Brownsort
Alias: Spirit
Age: 17
Home Location: Gotham
Powers:
Zhang's powers are based around her training with the Pink Lotus. She is able to teleport small distances in a puff of smoke, cling to walls like a spider and even appear to be someone entirely different through the medium of disguise, although this is more of a skill than a power. Her main power comes from her training with Katana. While, Katana mainly taught her how to use weapon and whatnot, her philosophical teachings as well as her tai-chi regime among other training methods allowed for Zhang to learn to utilize her chi into devastating attacks, hardened defensive positions and even ranged attacks if need be. She mostly utilizes her chi into her agility though, giving her the ability to dodge speeding bullets and speed along walls as if they were the floor.
Weaknesses:
Zhang's main weakness is the fact that she's human. If she doesn't utilize her chi defensively quick enough then your average bullet could have her pushing up daisies. Along with this, her training with Katana was short-lived, and if she doesn't concentrate hard enough then her chi control can momentarily disappear completely.
Equipment: [best believe Batman is gonna have a few of us with utility belts, pockets, and pouches]
Zhang carries what you'd expect from someone trained in the ninja way.
-Smoke Bombs
-Kunai
-Tanto Blade
-2x Tonfa
Appearance:
Picture
Zhang is a rather short girl, standing at just 5 foot 5. Nevertheless, she maintains a thin figure with only a little muscle being visible on her arms. Her hair is long and a dark brown, reaching down past her waist although she keeps it tied up when working as Spirit. Her eyes are a lighter shade of brown than her hair, and are slightly large. She has small, slender features and is more cute than she is beautiful.

Her casual clothing consists of plain t-shirts and board shorts when around the house. However, when she's outside she'll put on a pair of trousers if need be, although she prefers more loose clothing than anything else.

Her costume consists of what you'd expect of a ninja. She wears a black face mask, accompanied by a loose fitting ninja robe tied together by a cloth belt which also hangs a loincloth bearing the symbol of the Pink Lotus.
Personality:
Zhang is rather cocky and fun loving and displays a more tomboyish attitude to femininity than anything else. She likes to play contact sports, and is no stranger to a fight for no-reason here or there.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio:
Zhang was born in China, to a Caucasian father and an Asian mother. Her father, a wealthy archaeologist at a bar one night and they hit it off almost immediately. Her mother's life was a bit more interesting than archaeology if you can believe that, she was raised in what is technically Japan, albeit an island that is extremely difficult to get to. The island is secluded by a mystic fog that sends any ship sailing its way into the wrong direction. Her mother was born and raised on this island to take over the job as it's shogun, occasionally she was let out of the island in order to find a husband, which wasn't hard for someone as beautiful as she was.

Explaining her situation to her newly wed husband was a bit hard though, albeit a lot easier than explaining why her entire family consisted of old men at their wedding. Within about a year of their marriage, Zhang was born, and her mother took over as Shogun of the island. She grew up learning the ways of the ninja, but always had trouble fitting in with the other children and would often fall back on her training for sheer lack of skill.

However, in times of great emotion she could feel something surging through her, giving her the strength to carry on and overcome any obstacle, unbeknownst to her this was her inner chi coming through. She continued to train on the island until she was about 14, when she visited the mainland of Japan with her father. It was here she witnessed Katana for the first time, and it was also where she showed what skill she had to Katana in her efforts of helping her capture a criminal.

After much negotiation, Katana agreed to take Zhang under her wing as an apprentice. During their time together they trained extensively, and grew to have an almost sisterly bond between each other. She began to better control her chi during her time with Katana, and found multiple uses for her chi before joining the Titans.
Notes:
Sample Post:
Zhang sat, perched on a rooftop overlooking the dark warehouse that Katana was slowly creeping her way into. The wind bit at her skin and made her shiver slightly, it was freezing cold, and a sweater wasn't part of her attire. She kept her eye on the white mask of Katana, a mere glint of her sword and it was go time, Zhang hadn't seen action at this scale in weeks, maybe even months.

And there it was, the glint of moonlight against steel, the signal. Zhang leaped from the building before disappearing into a cloud of smoke and reappearing within the now completely dark building. Various guards shouted obscenities and shocked cries before they were quickly silenced by the duo. Zhang's tonfa had seen it's fair share of bloodshed during her time with Katana, to the point where most horror films couldn't even faze her.

The two quickly freed what hostages were left within the warehouse and made a hasty escape back to Katana's residence. Zhang came out of her room, changed into her usual attire of a hoodie and board shorts before she called out to Katana who was sat, gazing blankly at the television like a deer in head lights.
"That was really fun! We've not went on an actual mission in months!" She said gleefully, before flopping down next to her trainer.
"Zhang, I have some melancholy news" She said, in a slightly hushed tone.
"Uhm, what does melancholy mean? And why so glum, chum?" She asked, making light of the situation as per usual.
"I'm going to be straight with you here, there's a superhero group that has formed in America and I think you'd be a better fit training with them than with me. Batman and Wildcat are the bosses of the operation so things will be run a little differently, namely you will be advised against killing. It's your decision here, but I really think you should go." Zhang sat, silent. She pulled her knees up to her chest and began thinking. As much as she liked training with Kitana, she also thought the idea of joining a superhero team run by Batman of all people was really cool. She thought for a few more moments before answering.
"I'll do it. But you need to write me every month ok?" She said, glumly.
"Deal."

[Weird Tales]

Secret ID: Remy Sean
Alias: Mystic
Age: 16
Home Location: Bludhaven
Powers:
Voodoo Magic: Remy’s powers are magical in nature and stem from his family’s history as voodoo priests from the dark areas of Louisiana. This power stems from both spiritual and life force power. This grants him power to use different spells and abilities as well as commune with the dead.

Grave Hounds: This spell summons two fierce looking undead dogs that obey Remy’s command and will attacks those he wishes. They can be destroyed, but their spirits will be sent back to the spirit world where they will reform.

Haunting: Remy summons terrifying ghosts that can cause psychological damage to living entities and baptize them in waves of fear.

Voodoo Bolt: This spell shoots out a glowing green bolt of magical energy that has an acidic like effect on targets it hits.

Beasts of the swamp: Remy can summon fiendish looking crocodiles or snakes. This spell can only summon one kind or the other at a time and it can only have one animal appear. When the spell is cast again then the current animal disappears.

Weaknesses: His magic is not very effective against iron and silver is like kryptonite to him and it will drain him of his magical power if he is close proximity for too long. Every time Remy casts a spell he uses up some of his well of magical power and if he casts too many spells then his magical powers weakens and he will have to rest to regain power. Using too much power can cause him to go unconscious.
Equipment: Remy uses a staff as both his primary weapon when in close combat and for focusing his magical power. He can channel his magic into the wood to make it stronger. Remy also carries a satchel full of herbs for making medicine and mystical rituals.
Appearance:

Personality: Remy can very flamboyant and quite the showman. He is very knowledgeable of the supernatural world and the culture of Louisiana. Remy is very proud of his creole heritage and of the Creole French language. He also has a firm sense of honor and loyalty that he learned from his family. Being tied to the mystical arts, Remy has always felt out of place in normal society and so his experience in the world of regular America is somewhat limited.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Remy was born in a small town of Louisiana and was one of the few members of his family that was capable of the mystic arts. Contrary to popular belief voodoo magic was not an evil power and like most magic it had a neutral stance and whether the power was used for good or evil was up to the wielder of the power. Remy received most of his training from his grandfather and grandmother who were skilled members of the voodoo arts, they took upon themselves to help guide the next generation of their family mystics.

Remy at first showed average promise, but with hard work his potential was soon realized and his skills grew more powerful. Things would change for him when his father decided that it would be better to try and have him live a normal life by moving away from the state. His father had them move to Gotham where he got job working for the city’s history museum and Remy felt out of place in the large city, it was so different from his home in Louisiana.

While in Gotham, Remy eventually found the supernatural side of the city and came to know the magician named Zatanna. After assisting her in fighting a few criminals she said that he could do a lot of good and that he should try out hero work. Fashioning himself a costume inspired of his voodoo family ties, Remy became known as Mystic and began to fight crime in the dark city, bringing horrors to criminals. Eventually he was introduced to batman by Zatanna and offered a spot on his team known as the titans. Remy only hoped that his powers would prove useful to this team
Notes: [anything else you need to add?]
Sample Post: