[OOC] Titans of Gotham [Spots Available!]

[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 Robert, a native of Metropolis 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.

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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 ^{password is 'Gnarkk'} save for a few enemies will be left out. Presumably no other teen heroes really exist in this DCU.

Titans Titanpad

You can go ahead and post WIP 'sheets here and approved player's can 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: [Make this what happened the night Robin was beaten to death, no less than 1 or 2 paragraphs with inner-dialog!] <<< When I get my sheet up you guys will have a little dialog to work with...

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.

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

~KL~

[Sigil]

Submitted for approval:

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: 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.

...just got the bit about the sample post setting. Will update.

EDIT - And updated. Hope this is what you're looking for.

[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

There's not one in the image but he also wears a 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 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.

[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.

[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:

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.

[Ghost Queen]

Bard

Derrick Grey

Alias: Bard

Age: 19

Home Location: Bludhaven

Powers: The Power of rock.

Music is Magic- By shredding on the guitar Derrick can harness the wild energies running through his body and use it to summon lightning, throw flames, and cause shockwaves. Somewhat related, he can powerslide for an indeterminate amount of time while flames fly out beside him.

Get Hype- The more excited he gets, the better he plays, the more powerful his spells get. Kind of like a happier Hulk.

Weaknesses:

Bummer Vibes- When Derrick is in a blue mood his otherworldly powers dissolve, leaving him unable to play or cast while under its sway.

Just a Man- Besides being able to take a punch, Derrick is just a normal dude who takes care of himself.

Running Low- while he can cast easily enough, Derrick's spell usage is inefficient and he can easily tire himself out.

Equipment:The Axe. A guitar he bought in a run down pawn shop, The Axe is the only guitar he's played that his magic hasn't destroyed. It is far more durable than it has any right to be and slightly heavier than you would expect but it is the perfect channel for the young mages wild energies.

Notebook of Arcane Lore- Not some musky tome the notebook hasn't been filled with many spells, mostly different variations of fire and lightning. Instead of Latin or Black Speech the language within is musical notes and little doodles.

Personality: The honest to god truth of it all is, Derrick just wants people to feel good. Its why he plays music, starts parties, and keeps tabs on all of his friends. You wouldn't guess it from looking at him but he is extremely perceptive about people and can give out surprisingly profound advice if you can sit through his rambling.

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio: If there's anyplace worthy of the title "Hell on Earth" then it would be Bludhaven. The corruption there is so thick that even a preacher man can sink, let alone an average Joe just trying to scrape by. As it stands, Derrick's parents did alright by him. No tragic deaths, no secret cult followings, and now double life's. Just a man, a woman, and a soon trying to get by.

However, Derrick's parents always knew he was special, how he picked up the guitar and played it like it was an extension of his will. Unfortunately for young Derrick he could never find a guitar that fit him. There would be problems with the tuning or it just didn't feel right in his hands. One time a guitar caught on fire while he played it. It seemed that he would never find the right guitar, until it did. Like destiny unveiling the Curtin of fate he saw it, The Axe just sitting on display in an unassuming pawn shop. At that moment Derrick knew that he must have that guitar. And so he took on a quest, playing at bars, clocking extra hours at the warehouse, and even babysitting a couple nights. Eventually Derrick enough money to buy The Axe, and it was perfect. It was if something awoke inside him, his power now having a sufficient gateway for release. From then on he played hard, partied harder, and generally became the bane of any neighbors existence.

That is, until he got a call.

Notes: Derrick is an ethical hedonist, meaning he seeks pleasure wherever he can find it but does not infringe on the equal rights of other human beings.

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.

[Omega Man]

@Sigil@Double@Metronome@Mr_pink

Accepted. Though @Metronome you need to replace the Hand with something else. It's how knew this was based off of some form of Daredevil. A more local streetgang would be better, nobody with the amount of soldiers and weaponry/training like a clan of ninjas...

I'll read the rest in a bit. I'm gonna lay down for about another 30-45 minutes.

~KL~

[Metronome]

Evil Ninja groups are hard to name =P I'll come up with something.

[Metronome]

Edited. Changed the name and made them more a cult than a group of warriors. So while they may have a select few number of members that can fight, the vast majority of them are guys that live in their moms' basements and trade demon playing cards.

So that could explain why Bolin was able to wipe them out in China.

[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.

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.

[Ultimate Spidey]

@The Kid Lantern Roughly how much time has passed between the death of Robin and the PCs being contacted by Batman?

Kid Flash

Password: Titan

Kid Flash

Mary May Maxwell
Age: 15

Appearance:

Mary

Mary stands at about 5'4" (163cm). She is of English and Greek descent with blue eyes, fair skin, and a long thick mane of shimmering black hair.

Personality
Feminist, Plucky, Conscientious
Home Location: New York; formerly 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 Mary won't have to depend on her costume for protection against impact damage.)
• Enhanced Reflexes - Mary 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. Mary 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 Mary 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 and brass knuckles.)

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BRIEF Bio

High school student Mary Maxwell loved reading comic books and longed to be a super hero instead of spending her days studying and assisting her scientist parents. But she didn't know was that her parents were working for a secret group called STEALTH on genetic modification (which was designed to help people survive time travel). One day Mary, her father and mother were attacked at their own house and escaped successfully on a rocket-propelled car. Just as they were far enough away, her father admitted everything about working for STEALTH. When her parents discovered the group's true purpose was to commit crimes in the past and escape to another time STEALTH threatened to kill Mary if the two scientists stopped working for them.

While on the run, Mary was exposed to a green mist, a chemical weapon developed by STEALTH, and soon began to suffer from constant fatigue. Her mother would soon develop a serum based off of hummingbird DNA to increase her metabolism. Unfortunately just as her mother was injecting her with the serum she was shot, and she pumped the full dose of serum, altering Mary's DNA. Mary suddenly discovered that she had superhuman speed. With help from her father Mary fought off the attacking agents, but sadly was unable to get her mother to a medical center in time to save her life.

Mary's father would go on the run from STEALTH while concerned for his daughter's safety sent Mary to live with her god parents in New York.

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Notes

Mary's primary language is English, but she is able to speak and read Greek fairly well.

Mary was sent to New York the day after Robin died.

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Sample Post

My name is Mary Maxwell, and I'm the fastest girl alive. Just about a month ago I became a superhero just like in all the comic books I've read. My parents were brilliant scientists. Unfortunately they got involved with an organization called STEALTH: Special Team of Espionage Agents Licensed to Target and Hit. When my parents tried to break away from STEALTH, the organization came after us. My mother was shot, yet not before injecting me with a secret serum that gave me the ability to move at superspeed.

I wasn't fast enough to save my mom, but her death would not be in vain. Inspired by the hero known as The Flash I patrol the streets of Keystone City stopping bad guys and saving lives.

Today I received an email from none other than Robin, the Boy Wonder, the young sidekick of The Batman. The only other teen hero that I'm aware of sent me an email! Apparently, he wants to put together a team of teen super dudes and wants me as a member. Too cool!

Sadly, it took about 10 hours for Kid Flash to reach Gotham. When the 15 year old speedster finally arrived at the meeting placed she had depleted her backpack of sports drink and was quite winded. The trip was the longest she had ever ran up to that day.

"Sorry I'm.... I'm late guys," she said between pants. "Does anyone h-have a cheesebur--"

**THUNK!**

Kid Flash had been so wiped from her journey that she hadn't taken in her surroundings... like the Multiplex duplicate behind her.

[Omega Man]

Approximately one week.

~KL~

[Ghost Queen]

All right, got the base done, I just need to do the bio and sample post and then I'm gold.

[DocTachyon]

Work in progress.

Secret ID: Lucas Gatehouse
Alias:
Age: 17
Home Location: Gotham
Powers:
-Meta Detection: Lucas sees an 'aura' around everyone, which can tell him a thing or two about their powers. At the moment, he can only see the more overt powers. For example, he could tell you Superman flies, shoots lasers, and has super strength, but he wouldn't be able to tell you about the minor hypnotism abilities the man of steel has.

-Meta Duplication: If he can achieve skin-to-skin contact with another meta human, he can duplicate their ability. He isn't very good with it, however. This duplication is a total duplication, and Lucas will be able to do everything the other person can do, except, his body tends to be rather inefficient with the power, meaning he'll be drained of energy much quicker than the original user if they were using their own power. Additionally, he is typically unskilled with the power, unless, again, he's hung onto it for a long time. Lastly, he can only hold one ability at a time.

-Enhanced Human Attributes: He is stronger and faster than the average human. He is beyond human capability, but not by too much. He can run at thirty miles an hour, and if he really sprints he can get up to fifty. He can lift up to around 750 lbs(a real guy has lifted more, much more) if he strains himself, and can deal out harder hits than an average person would be able to. Additionally, his reaction time has been increased to a phenomenal 20 miliseconds due to having significantly more synapses in his brain than the average person.

Weaknesses:
-Attempting to copy a power that is too powerful will give him a seizure, or, in more extreme cases, a brain aneurysm.
-He can't copy any magic-based powers.
-He can't see the power auras through TV or images. He's gotta see the real deal.
-Bullets. Sharp objects. Blunt force trauma. Anything that would kill a normal man would kill him.
-Electricity can hurt him really bad. He has more synapses in his brain than the rest of us, and has more electricity flowing through him at any given time. If that balance were upset, it'd hurt. Even little bits of static electricity can give him migraines.

Equipment:
-Two Eskrima sticks, which he has basically no skill with.
-A combat knife, mostly for utility reasons, but he does have the ability to use it in a fight.
-Grappling Hook
-Two smoke grenades, one flashbang
-some bolt cutters and a swiss army knife
-a flashlight

Appearance:

Hider

Lucas has a slightly better than average body type, of an average height for his age, although he's much more muscled than is the standard for people of his age, having the body of a dancer or acrobat. He's a caucasian individual, of welsh and irish decent, though he lacks the freckles that are commonplace among the irish. He has a large, friendly smile and very bright blue eyes. he's got short, very dark brown hair. In terms of clothing, comfort is his first priority, and he'll often wear hoodies and t-shirts. He likes shorts(they're comfy, and easy to wear!) but he does occasionally wear jeans.

In costume, he has a pair of black, rubber-soled, steel toe boots that make him appear perhaps an inch taller, as well as dark pants made of a tough material, with stab plates and padding inside. His costume features a composite underlayer that is somewhat similar to thermal underwear, keeping him warm and comfortable. Outside of this he wears his utility belt, within which is all the knick-knacks given to him by The Bat. Over this he has a long, flowing black coat that is comprised of kevlar, padding, and stab plates, allowing him to protect himself from injury to a certain degree. Finally, he wears a white mask that was very distantly inspired by the Comedy/Tragedy masks, though as opposed to a grin or frown he chose to draw on a thin lipped smile. The lightning bolt that is pictured is not actually on the costume. Lastly, he wears a wig when in costume as well, to further conceal his identity, as his mask does not cover his whole head.

Personality:
As a teenager with superpowers, Lucas thinks life is pretty great, man. While not strictly an optimist he can be quite optimistic, and typically has a smile on his face. He's also quite friendly, although not to the point where he's the kid who's friends with everyone. Despite this, he can get annoyed quite easily, and once he decides he does not like someone, that decision is very hard to shake. Generally he's hardhead, but he does have mutable opinions on a few things.
Lucas is a boy who likes to prove that he can do something- He has a want inside him to show that he doesn't need help. This is not to say he does not acknowledge the need for help when necessary- But even when acknowledging he needs help, he tries to do it himself anyway.
In terms of sense of humor, Lucas' favorite is dry wit and sarcasm, though he isn't the best at sarcasm himself. Lucas is sensitive to the plights and problems of others, but then often has trouble thinking about what needs to be done to actually help them- sometimes he just exacerbates the situation.

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio:
Lucas Gatehouse has lived in Gotham all his life, born to a mildly eccentric father whom was a small time movie star, and a mother who was an economist that had the demeanor of Gregory House.
They lived in a modestly sized apartment within Gotham, carefully picked to be just outside the realm of the truly terrible neighborhoods. Lucas doesn't have any particularly strong memories of the place, as it's always been a "place to put his stuff" as opposed to a location that has meaning to him. As a boy he didn't have many friends largely due to little opportunity to go out and meet them- His father worked with a very young crowd that didn't have any children that he could be introduced to, and his mother worked with people that would rather shit bricks then waste time on something that wasn't money.
But life went on, and he went to school, eventually becoming associated with "the weird kids" whom would later evolve into "the theater kids", though his social circle would eventually be much more encompassing in the future. It was in middle school that he first discovered his ability, he saw a girl in his class with the aura around her, and when he shook her hand as part of a 'get to know you' exercise, he had his first seizure due to his body not being ready to accept all but the weakest of powers at the point.
It was at this point his mother and father began fighting, due to gradually rising money problems due to his father's inability to get another role in a production, and Lucas' apparent health issue with the seizures they now had to deal with. To escape from home troubles Lucas immersed himself in the theater and became a part of many school theatrical productions, becoming quite a good actor.
The more he acted, the more and more he watched the television to get' inspiration' for his roles. But as he watched TV he became drawn to the exploits of superheroes on the news, the bright costumes reminding him of his lovely time in Theater class. The seed of an idea formed in his head- He could be a superhero.
It was shortly after he'd resolved on the idea of becoming a superhero that he got the call from Robin, and went to meet with him and the others.

Notes: He swears profusely, mostly because he has reached a point where such language no longer has any sort of 'weight' to it, but he's trying to get a handle on it. Also, please forgive the terrible history, I'm very tired and I wanted to get it over with.

Sample Post:

"I would kill for a few molotov cocktails, a machine gun with limitless ammunition, and... Aw, hell, why not an Apache Attack Helicopter too?" Lucas was attempting to think of ways this situation could be better. Like, if Robin had thought to invite Batman. That probably would've helping.
A Multiplex clones' fist slammed into Lucas' mask, sending him stumbling.
"You son-of-a-bitch. Do you know how long this mask took to make?" Lucas pulled out his knife, making big, awkward slashes at the clone. It wasn't connecting due to Lucas' lack of skill, but it was keeping the clone at bad, while it clearly tried to search for some kind of opportunity to ruin Lucas's day and probably the health of his bones as well.
"Like, a couple hours, dude. You almost broke it. Not nice." As Lucas finished his sentence, the Multiplex clone spotted an opening and went for a punch. Lucas stepped out of the way, slashing with his knife and making a huge gap in the Multiplex costume.
"Aw, hell yeah." Lucas smiled under his mask. This fight would be getting a whole lot easier. The Multiplex clone through another punch and Lucas stepped back, kicking out hard with his foot, sending the clone sprawling.
"C'mere, you bastard." Lucas jumped on top of the clone, wrenching off his glove and shoving it into the hole in the Multiplex costume, while the clone struggled, legs flailing and arms attempting to push Lucas off, blows that suffered from lack of movement range attempting to pound into Lucas' chest.
"We win." Lucas said, grinning wider. He envisioned Multiplex's aura of power flowing into his own, combining with it, melding with him...
Nothing. Nothing was happening. A fist smashed into the side of his head, causing a spiderweb of cracks on the lower left portion of the somewhat delicate mask, sending Lucas rolling a meter.
"What happened...?" Lucas' daxed brain attempted to understand why the hell he couldn't copy Multiplex's power. He willed himself to see the arua of the clones, fighting all around him, and the one he had tackled got up.
"They all have the aura... Oh, eff-me. I gotta figure out which one of them is the original." The thought hit him like a bus, as the clone got closer, walking slowly. It looked as though Lucas maybe have broken one of its ribs, staggering, one arm pressed into it's side, the other outstretched towards Lucas.
He got back on his feet, prepared to fight, shouting "I'm gonna knock you down on your ass again, and when I do-" when suddenly-
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" The noise tore through the air. Not long after that, the silence returned to the still night air, and the fight was over. The villains were gone. The teen heroes either looked down, or stared at the boy wonder. A hero was now nothing more than a corpse. Lucas tried to swallow the lump in his throat, looking at the broken, beaten body, still dressed in the cheery colors of Robin. It didn't feel like the thing lying where was Robin... It felt like it was a stranger in a Robin suit. Like it couldn't be happening. That the busted lips and the shattered arms bent at unnatural angles and the red-rimmed bullet holes on the forehead just couldn't be happening. But it was.

[Double]

Meta Detection, ie, the super power of stating the obvious. Guys, I totally sense that Superman can, stay with me on this, fly! No seriously, he can fly! I can sense that about him! What do mean, you can all see for yourselves that he's flying right there in front of us? No really, I sense it, guys!

Sorry, couldn't resist. xD

[DocTachyon]

Meta Detection, ie, the super power of stating the obvious. Guys, I totally sense that Superman can, stay with me on this, fly! No seriously, he can fly! I can sense that about him! What do mean, you can all see for yourselves that he's flying right there in front of us? No really, I sense it, guys!

Sorry, couldn't resist. xD

@Double

haha. Well I was thinking more like, walking down the street, seeing Clark Kent and being like "oh shit, that guy can fly, he's really strong, and he's got laser vision. He's got powers like Superman... Maybe he is Superman?"

[Omega Man]

@Ghost Queen The entire time I read the CS I didn't look at his image. I thought 'he reminds me of the guy from Dexter's Lab on the Justice Friends. Then I looked at the pic and BAM! I like the idea of a teen with a jacked up guitar of power, but not the whole actually being a God of Rock. You wanna make a teen hero with a sonic guitar, I'm all for it.

@Weird Tales Okay, I'm pretty sure I bolded it up top. We're all rookies and a marksman and a duplicating man beat Robin to death and kept us all from interfering. I guy with a power set like this...

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.

... wouldn't have much problem taking down the two villains. It's a good CS, reminds me a little of Zauriel from the Grant Morrison era JLA, but it's too much to be in a group of inexperienced heroes. Heroes with weapons are also a thing apparently, and with our resident Amazon and Met's ninja already wielding them I don't think any future accepted CS's will have characters who use weapons.

@DocTachyon I like the WIP for the most part, but for him to get taken down by a bunch of Multiplex duplicates you'd have to limit his power thievery to literally skin to skin contact. That was he wouldn't just steal Multiplex' duplication power...

@Ultimate Spidey This is a WIP I can't wait to see the rest of. With super speed you'd have to have Deadshot take her down in the opening of the fight before Robin died.

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On a separate note: A lot of what I'm seeing powers wise is every other hero having heightened physical attributes plus a few additional powers. From here on out I don't wanna see anymore of that. Simplify. Less is more. Challenge yourself. I also thought I saw somebody who transformed into a Bear but it's gone or been replaced. With Met's person changing into a Chinese demon dog or whatever any werebears/wolves/etc would be too redundant.

When you look at the classic Teen Titans there's: Robin, trained by Batman w/no powers; Speedy, trained by Green Arrow w/no powers; Aqualad, trained by Aquaman w/power to breath underwater; Kid Flash, trained by Flash w/speed that always got him ahead of himself and tripped him up; Wonder Girl, trained by Wonder Woman w/bullet proof bracelets only.

^^^^ That team right there would've been destroyed by Deadshot and Multiplex. We shouldn't be much more than that even with a larger group.

~KL~

[Ghost Queen]

@The Kid Lantern
Eyy you got it! Didn't think anyone would get the reference, anyway I can accept the god thing. Can we compromise with having magic? The idea I had for him would have the guitar and music acting as his channel, without those two the magic would just run wild(er). Maybe be the teams go-to guy for magical matters in the future?

[Omega Man]

@The Kid Lantern
Eyy you got it! Didn't think anyone would get the reference, anyway I can accept the god thing. Can we compromise with having magic? The idea I had for him would have the guitar and music acting as his channel, without those two the magic would just run wild(er). Maybe be the teams go-to guy for magical matters in the future?

@Ghost Queen

I could buy that he came into the possession of a magic guitar. Maybe somebody made a deal with a demon to upgrade the guitar and what it can do and at some point it found it's way in a pawn shop? Then your guy gets it and... BAM! New superhero dude.

~KL~

[rocketrobie2]

WIP, don't know if the bladed gauntlet violates the whole rule about no more weapons but tell me if it does.

Hider

Secret ID: Anthony Trad
Alias: Talon
Age: 15
Home Location: Gotham
Powers:
Owl-Hybrid: Talon has some owl like characteristics about him giving him unique abilities and disabilities. He has claws on his hands and feet that aid him in scaling walls, an slightly accelerated healing factor, hollow bones allowing his rudimentary gliding gear viable and his batman provided gear a godsend, and finally he's got enhanced strength and agility.
Weaknesses:
Owl-Hybrid: His great power is also his down fall. Talon, again, has hollow bones making blunt force all the more dangerous to him and of course he has all the weaknesses of the average human (ie bullets, knives, baseball bats, etc).
Equipment:
Blade Gauntlet: It's basically as the name states, a light, forearm mounted gauntlet with two curved blades extending out from the top of the wrist. The blades can retract back thanks to a spring system for convenience.
Gliding Gear: A shawl that can also spread out and allow Talon to glide long distances and is also equipped with a small jet that only fires in burst, allowing Talon to get in the air straight from the ground.
Utility Belt: Equipped with sludge bombs (a highly adhesive substance kept within a small canister), Talonrangs (basically just batarangs) and smoke bombs.
Owl Vision: The eye glass part of his Talon costume are equips with magnifying lenses, allowing him to see greater distances.
Body Armour: Since Talon isn't all that tough on his own he wears some body armour that make low grade bullets none lethal but still hurt a lot.
Appearance:

Talon

Underneath his costume, Talon has alien like features making something about him just look unnatural. He's got piercing brown eyes, dark brown hair and pale skin that would make a vampire cringe. He stands at 5'8" and has thick hairs scattered across his body but his most designating feature is his hands and feet which both only have four digits. Talon's feet are distinctly more owl like with the capability of picking things up with ease using them but his hands look more human like, only differing in number of digits and claws.

Personality: While Talon seems pretty ominous, he is actually a fairly friendly but timid person once one gets to know him. He has very little people skills and as such tries to only say what is necessary. One thing that seems very uncharacteristic about him is his love of flight even though technically can only glide, not fly. He given the chance he would go out of his way to beat someone in an aerial battle or what not.
Password: Gnarkk
BRIEF Bio: Talon, or as he was originally known, Anthony was a normal child at the beginning of life with the only peculiar thing about him being his frail bones. As life went on though Anthony began to develop differently than other kids and was easily made fun of by many of his peers when he was little. One day the small boy got sick of the torment and lashed out at one of the kids who was making fun of him, scaring the other child's face with his newly developing claws. Afraid of how much trouble he would get in, Anthony ran away and ran fast and began a new life as Talon.

Anthony began living in the forest outside of Gotham where he managed to keep in touch with the world via a lost cell phone a hiker probably dropped. As time went on Talon began to make a home for himself in the forest by snatching different things from the people living at the edge of Gotham and pretty soon he had a decent home going for him. As Talon got older he decided that though living in the forest made sure no one would make fun of him it left him feeling empty inside due to the lack of human interaction. Using his phone he browsed the Internet until he found a support group going by the name Teen Titans who wanted to help out the worlds with their gifts. The only part about this amazing sounding group at sounded a little weird was the fact that it seemed that they wanted people to come in costumes but nonetheless Talon gathered up some materials and made himself a costume. Talon may have come for the support group but he stayed for the heroism.
Notes:
-He only refer's to himself as Talon and not Anthony, he barely remembers his old name and lots of his life.
-He has no idea of the origin of his powers but he doesent really care a whole lot.
-Talon had a makeshift pair of gliding wings long before deciding to become a hero. He still has the pair back at his home.
-Talon originally joined the group thinking it was some sort of support group who wore costumes.
Sample Post:

Sample Post

It was a beautiful night from the chirping of the crickets to the gentle breeze sweeping through the forest. High in the trees Talon looked out over the forest below with his ever vigilante eyes, looking for a late night snack before he had to leave to his support group called the 'Titans' or something Probably an acronym or something but now was not time for speculation, now was time for action. Talon quickly caught his prize in his peripherals, a small deer on its own and blissfully unaware of its on looker not exactly a snack, more like a meal but still can't pass up a chance this good. Carefully the Owl-boy crept through the tree tops, attempting to make no more noise then what the breeze made but to no avail as the deer took off running in the opposite direction. With squinted eyes of determination, Talon jumped from the tree and plummeted towards the ground only to pull up at the last minute and take off, gliding at a great speed and quickly catching up to the young deer but the deer had agility on its side, dipping and dodging out of the way of the boy's swipes and he was loosing momentum fast. Soon Talon dropped to the ground but his determination didn't faultier. Talon now sprinted after the deer, grunting as he gave chase to the buck but soon it was apparent that he wouldn't catch the creature and he stopped, panting heavily.

Not tonight Talon, not tonight. he thought to himself as he recollected his gliding gear and headed off for home to prepare for the support group. He had a small costume made up, not much but probably enough to get him into the group but he wasn't sure. As he walked he began to worry what he would do if he encountered anyone else on his way there? He would have to find a way to blend in or avoid people but luckily he had stolen some boots and gloves a few years ago that would probably cover his hands and feet. As he walked he zoned out into thought until he came to by the beautiful sight that was his home, a close collection of trees with a platform suspended in between them containing all of Talon's belongings almost all of which were stolen from the houses built on the outskirts of Gotham. Lately Talon had been cutting back on the thievery as he had recently gotten a reputation around the area as a mythical creature of the forest like Bigfoot, there was even a website where people posted some pictures they had taken of him and a few fakes.

Talon climbed one of the tree's trunks and began to suit up in his costume. Man, it's kinda weird putting all these clothes on again. Haven't gotten dressed up in years. he said putting on his pants and boots, finishing up his ensemble and climbing back down from his tree home with slightly more difficultly due to the inability to use his feet's talons. Once to the ground he took off sprinting towards the meeting, still unaware of its true purpose and what horrible event would unfold tonight at said meeting.