Powers - Sean possesses the X-Gene granting him a sonic scream that can shatter objects, hypnotize people, or render foes unconscious. Sean can also create sonic waves with his superhuman vocal cords for flight.
Weaknesses - still fleshy and mostly human with human weaknesses
Previous Affiliation - X-Men
Personality - Noble, honest, headstrong
Appearance -
Brief Bio - Sean was a mutant born in Ireland who moved to the United Stated and joined others in the 'Generation X' class of mutants who became X-Men along with other longstanding members such as Storm and Wolverine. Originally an enemy of the X-Men, Sean was in the second class that succeeded Xavier's first team. After proving himself for several years newer teen students at Xavier's looked up to him, and the women seemed to love his accent.
Several months ago, before the A vs X war, Sean was shocked to find out he had a three year old daughter. Moira MacTaggart showed up at Xavier's Institute with the child and died minutes later, having been attacked by Black Tom, Sean's cousin. Now with child, Sean traveled back to Ireland to find out he'd inherited his family's castle Cassidy Keep. This took him out of the A vs. X war. He returned to the States after losing a fight with Black Tom and the Juggernaut, narrowly saving his daughter from being abducted. As an experienced hero with no post A vs X grudges, he made the perfect recruit for the Uncanny Avengers.
Cassidy accepted Steve Rogers' offer to join the Unity Squad to better protect his daughter from Black Tom Cassidy who believes the girl to be his own.
Notes - Mainly, Banshee was never killed by Vulcan like in the comics. Here, he is a little younger as well as his daughter. I left out anything that happened between him being in the X-Men and his death, including leading an actual GenX team, the X Corps, etc. Now he went from being an X-Man, to being a father, to inheriting a castle and missing the A vs X war, to being an Uncanny Avenger.
Sample Post -
"Somebody better teach you some manners..." Sean said taking a swing at a man in a bar who was making himself way too acquainted with a woman who was not interested.
It only took the one swing to knock the guy out. The Irishman was a solid two hundred thirty pounds, right around six foot tall. His hair was back in what's referred as a messy man-bun, he was wearing a green shirt that made his eyes pop. If he'd wanted to take a woman home he had his pick after standing up for the woman in distress.
"Two shots o' the best Irish whiskey on the house! You're always welcome here, boy. They don't make 'em like you n'more. Need to cut that hair though..." said the older Irishman bar-tending behind the counter.
"Thank ye, sir. I'd better be leavin' t'be honest. Y'know which way I can find Avenger's Mansion?" he asked with a thick accent.
Superhuman Touch: Mark's sense of touch is so acute that he can feel the minute impressions of ink on a piece of paper, allowing him to read by touch alone.
Superhuman Smell: Mark's sense of smell can be used to track a single person by their scent, or to notice traces of a substance on anything. His sense of smell also enables him to remember a person by their unique natural odour alone.
Superhuman Hearing: Not only is Mark's hearing so powerful he is able to hear a person's heartbeat from a long distance, he is also able to control his hearing acuity, meaning that it is possible for him to block out any sound he does not need to concentrate on.
Lie Detection: As a side effect of his other senses, Mark can tell whether a person is lying to him by their sweat or heartbeats. Though this ability can be rendered ineffective by a pacemaker or if the person is able to keep calm under pressure.
Superhuman Taste: Mark's sense of taste allows him to detect and recognise any ingredient of anything he tastes, provided that there is at least twenty milligrams of said ingredient present.
Radar Sense: Although Mark is completely blind, his abilities compensate for this by bestowing upon him a form of Echolocation via low wave projection, in which an unknown form of energy is sent outwards from certain regions of his brain before bouncing off everything around him and returning to those same regions. With this mysterious ability, Mark has a synthesized version of regular human sight, extremely close to the original thing, albeit everything being shades of red and black, though objects that are evoked by light with a wavelength of roughly 620–740nm, in other words, red, are seen as being white.
Chi Manipulation: The Iron Fist grants Mark with many abilities that he has possibly not yet learned, such as channelling his chi into a ranged weapon, such as a gun or bow, to increase its striking capabilities
Iron Fist Punch: By summoning his chi and focusing it into his hands, he make his fists inhumanly powerful and super humanly resistant to injury and pain on a superhuman scale. This "iron fist" technique does not involve a physical transformation of any kind, simply a psychic channelling of concentrated natural energy. With his fists in this state, Mark can shatter wood and brick, rip through steel, and punch his opponents with extraordinary concussive force without sustaining injury to himself.
Weaknesses -
Blindness: Mark is totally blind. While his abilities help him overcome this, it becomes a problem for him to navigate and fight when his heightened senses are scrambled or can't detect anything.
Sound and Smell Peak: Mark's superhuman senses render him extraordinarily vulnerable to odours and/or excessive noise, which can temporarily weaken his Radar Sense. Under extreme circumstances he can be easily immobilized, suffer great pain and/or left disorientated.
Previous Affiliation - New Avengers
Personality - Attentive, Friendly, Persistent.
Appearance - Mark is a 5ft 7in male with a muscular physique and an olive complexion. His hair is a dark black and matches to some extent with his dark blue eyes. As he is of biracial descent his facial features are a mix of Caucasian and East Asian, with the majority being the latter.
Not So Brief Bio - Mark Hirose was born in Tokyo to a Caucasian American mother, and a Japanese father. Apart from the occasional childhood teasing about his heritage, Mark lived a relatively normal life up until the age of nine. As a young Mark was crossing the street with his mother, a Roxxon Oil & Chemical truck caused a traffic collision. The accident resulted in hazardous chemicals splashing into his eyes, with Mark's mother losing her life. Soon the chemicals began to affect his eyes, rendering him blind, with the last thing he saw being his mother.
Mark later woke up in a local hospital to a deafening orchestra of crying infants, thunderous heartbeats, and stomping feet. Immediately, Mark attempted to croak out for his mother, only for the dry, sandpapery texture of his own voice to make him cringe in pain, the incredibly loud sound forcing his eardrums to strain spectacularly. It was, at this time, that he realized something. Something that he hadn't noticed in the initial panic of waking up in an unfamiliar place. Everything was pure blackness. He could not see a single thing around him, and despite his young age, Mark knew what 'blindness' was. He read about it in Science class not too long ago. He couldn't see. He was...He was...
He was being held by somebody, as tears struggled to escape the snug bandages wrapped around his eyes. Soft murmurs of Japanese was being sung into his ears, and although he could not see, Mark automatically knew it was his father. The man's scent was familiar - a deep, metallic tang that came from the man's constant working in the industrial districts. The slightly faster than normal breaths the man took due to the slight damage his lungs had taken from smog and rust. It was all familiar, and as he cried over things that a child should never have to experience, Mark clung to his only lifeline.
Time passed, and Mark never spoke of his heightened senses - some would even say that he had a good handle on the enhanced hearing, smell, and touch, and it even helped him out within life. Once, he was in the bathroom at school, and heard, from practically a mile away, the sound of Shiro, a schoolyard bully a few years older, planning to give him a swirlie. As soon as the loud boy 'quietly' snuck into the bathroom and was about to grab him from behind, Mark turned, slamming his walking stick into the boy's ankle, sending him to the ground, before swinging wildly in the direction he heard the sounds of breathing coming from - hopefully the bully's backup. They all ran away, yelling about the crazy blind kid, and Mark sighed, finishing up with his handwashing.
In this day and age, however, good things came to an end. His dad had taken out a lot of shady loans due to the economic failure within Japan during the 1990s, and the high budget losses his industrial company was beginning to suffer. It caught up to him, and Mark could still remember the day that they busted into their apartment with a shotgun and katana, before stabbing his dad through the heart. "The K'un Lun-kai pays their dues." The man with the slicked back hair stated calmly, and gave Mark, shell-shocked and gripping his walking stick, a wink. The boy waited until they left, before peeling off towards his dad's cold, bleeding body, sobbing as he collapsed over the man's corpse. First, his mother, and now his father.
This tragic incident forced Mark into an orphanage. His father's death also pushed his control over his enhanced senses into a downwards spiral. While at the Orphanage, he was visited by an old man named Orson Randall passing through Japan. The Old Man promised to train Mark to control and master his "gift" and took Mark under his wing. Orson began a harsh training regime with Mark, often pushing an emotional response from him to teach him to control his anger. Over the next few months and years, Mark became a powerful fighter with almost complete control of his blindness and enhanced senses. Striking out a name for himself, Mark became Akuma before leaving the side of Orson Randall.
Believing that he was capable of taking on the Yakuza clan that shattered his already broken life, he went after them dressed as a bright red demon, starting with the lowly gangs working in the K'un Lun-kai's territory and working his way up. Though he did not stop there. Posing as a rough, able-sighted street orphan with a more 'traditional' Japanese name, he joined the very organisation he despised, and with that, Mark started his two-pronged attack against the K'un Lun-kai.
Eventually Mark's assault on the Yakuza came to a head, when he was personally contacted by the boss of the family, who offered to meet with him one-to-one, face-to-mask. The next night, Mark snuck into the prestigious offices of the K'un Lun-kai's boss, to see the man himself alone. Mark quickly fought expecting the boss to be a pushover, that he would go down easy, but not only was the boss keeping up with him, but Mark was actually having trouble keeping up with him. Eventually Mark slipped up, what felt like a hot sledgehammer hit him in the jaw, nearly shattering it. He looked up to see the boss standing there smiling, his fist glowing a bright yellow. Mark then realised that he was vastly outmatched as he received a vicious beating, nearly ending his life there. Barely able to stand, Mark just managed to grab a large stapler off of the desk and smacked the boss in the eye, distracting him long enough for Mark to tackle him onto his back. As he knew that the K'un Lun-kai boss would not let him leave here alive at this point, Mark whispered to him "The Devil pays his dues." before he took his life. At this particular moment, as the boss lay there dead, Mark's chest felt like it was burning, as he undid the top of his costume, he noticed a thin black dragon tattoo in the centre of his chest, and his fists glowed with the same golden energy he saw earlier.
Too injured to care, Mark escaped before any of the boss' underlings cornered him and staggered his way home. As he healed from his brush with death, he came under the care of Ms. Daiyu, an elderly Chinese immigrant he had come to know as his neighbour, and his friend. While he waited to get back up on his feet, he heard news that the K'un Lun-kai's boss had been replaced by his more youthful son, that news filled Mark with dread. Would he have the same abilities as his father? Would he better stronger than him?
Mark returned fully healed to both his vigilante work, now with the name Akuma Ken, as well as his position in the Yakuza, he himself now a shateigashira, a supervisor of sorts of the local gangs in the region, and still continues to leak information about the K'un Lun-kai's activities to the police.
Recently, Mark has become proficient with his new found ability and has moved his activities to the United States in order to track down a branch of the K'un Lun-kai. Since coming to the States Mark was offered membership in the New Avengers Academy and aided the premiere Avengers on several defence missions against the likes of Ultron, and AIM. After Captain America was aged several decades it looked like his Avengers Unity Squad wouldn't last, but Mark was one of the first heroes to actually volunteer to join the now struggling program.
Sample Post - Mark laughed as he ran his fingers over the newspaper on the table. Its headline read a simple "DEVIL FIST IN THE STATES". The voice from the other end of the table spoke up. "'Akuma Ken' doesn't quite fit us, I guess." It was the rough voice of Benjamin Urich, who, to Mark, smelt strongly of smoke and disinfectant. "It's ok... More threatening than Akuma Ken, I'll admit that." Mark smiled. "Though, I will say, it doesn't have a better... 'flow', to it."
"Enough about your new name, Mr. Hirose." Urich sat looking impatient. "We should be discussing what your... organisation is up to here in New York." Mark's smile quickly faded. "I told you before, Urich, I'm not actually with them." Ben grinned at that. "Sure, whatever... Now, where is this arms deal supposed to be at?" Mark sighed before taking off his glasses. "I've been told that the weapons are supposed to be delivered at The Brooklyn Cruise Terminal at Pier 12 in Red Hook. They'll be stowed away on a cruise ship, I don't know which one... The weapons will then most likely be taken into vehicles, from there on, I have no idea." Ben nodded approvingly before continuing. "Ok, not that I'm ungrateful that you came to me, but I've seen what you can do from the news coming out of Japan. Why aren't you going after them yourselves?" Mark took his tinted glasses and placed them back on, before giving Ben a good-natured smile. "I'm a little busy at the moment, Ben."
Name: T'Challa Alias: The Black Panther Age: 22 years of age. Gender: Male Role: Field Leader Previous Affiliation: Formerly, he was a part of the Avengers. Power(s):
After rigorous training for the majority of his rather fulfilling life, T'Challa has since achieved peak human ability within his body. Only after eating the heart-shaped herb, has his body transcended peak human ability, and has since transcended into superhuman limits. His strength, speed, stamina, durability, agility, reflexes, and healing are all at superhuman levels, allowing him to perform feats and accomplish things that no human could ever hope to match.
His strength allows him to throw fully grown men with absolute ease, tear metal asunder with his bare hands, and even go physical blow to blow with superhuman foes. His speed, endurance, and agility are both likewise enhanced, with T'Challa being able to attack faster than the eye can see, and even blitz trained gunmen before they could pull the trigger. T'Challa's agility, balance, flexibility, dexterity, and bodily coordination are the combined agility and acrobatic prowess of the most accomplished circus aerialists and acrobats. His reflexes are so efficient that he can dodge and deflect point blank gun fire, and dodge bullets from machine guns and sniper rifles.
T'Challa is able to regenerate injured tissue and brain cells to an extraordinary degree, heal broken bones, torn muscles, but is unable to regenerate missing limbs or organs. He is immune to all Earthly diseases, infections and disorders, impervious to gas attacks, poisons, and nerve-toxins of any kind and completely resistant to diseases. Similarly, T'Challa's skin, bone, and muscle tissues are augmented to levels that are considerably stronger and harder than humans.
T'Challa can see with greater clarity and greater distances than an ordinary human. His vision extends into the ultraviolet and infrared areas of the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing him to see in near-total darkness and retain the same level of clarity. T'Challa's hearing is similarly enhanced, enabling him to detect sounds normal humans can't and sounds they ordinarily could but at much greater distances. T'Challa can memorize tens of thousands of scents. His sense of smell enables him to recognize people/objects by scent, even if they are well hidden. He can track a target by scent and track them to the exact location, can smell fear, and detect if someone is lying by change in body odor. T'Challa's sense of taste is sensitive to the point that he is able to taste the exact ingredients of any particular food he is eating.
Skills:
A polymath super genius with a photographic memory, T'Challa is young, but incredibly smart, already ranking as one of the eight smartest people on Earth. He already has three PhDs in different subjects from Oxford University, and his genius is recognized by some of the greatest minds in these day and age. Because of his sharp brain and experience with leading the Wakanda Military, T'Challa is a genius tactician, strategist, and leader, and will continue to develop these skills as he grows older. He was taught tactics and strategies in his youth by his father who encouraged him to always think two steps ahead of his enemies and three steps ahead of his friends.
As far as combat goes, T'Challa has been groomed to be a warrior from birth. An expert in almost all forms of armed and unarmed combat, and a master of all martial arts including African and unknown forms. He is an expert of stealth, disguise, ambush, etc. Due to his already prodigious ability, and his limitless potential, he has been recognized and is highly respected by some of the world's best heroes and villains, despite his very young age. His abilities allows him to defeat other strong beings in both one vs one, and group combat, with T'Challa attacking in a frenzy of dangerous moves and techniques. He uses a mixture of animal mimicry, and a melting pot of other dangerous martial art forms when he fights. This, combined with his dangerous equipment, truly makes T'Challa a lethal opponent.
Equipment:
The Black Panther suit is made of a vibranium microweave mesh. It can negate and/or lessen powerful kinetic based attacks such as bullets shots, penetrating blades, and crushing blows. The lenses in the mask cuts visual glare, and enhances the Panther's natural night vision. The lenses also allows him to see in infra-red and other visual spectrum.
The golden, retractable claws in the gloves and boots are made of Antarctic Vibranium-based "Anti-Metal" that can break down basically all metals at the molecular level. The claws also have the ability to emit small energy blades from the tip, as well as launch them as projectiles [See above image].
Energy regulators creates varying fields from the Vibranium in the molded soles of the boots of his suit, enabling Panther to survive a fall of incredible heights and land like a cat. The Panther can also scale walls or skim across water with the boots. The field can be also used offensively to shatter or weaken objects, or defensively to rob incoming objects of their momentum.
T'Challa also possess vibranium energy daggers;; an ornate hilt carved of ivory, connected to an energy-generated blade that can be set to stun or kill. The energy blades can be handled like either a physical knife or fired like darts, and regenerated repeatedly. They can also be shaped into other various weapons like a spear, by connecting the knives by the hilts.
The cloak connected to his suit can be elongated, shortened or eliminated with a thought, and the entire costume can be covered by the cloak, which can then be digitally transformed into everday clothes.
T'Challa also has the Kimoyo Card within his possession, an extremely powerful and versatile PDA. It functions similarly to the SHIELD's communicards, but with many more practical applications.
Personality: Calm, focused, intelligent.
History: The advanced and prosperous nation of Wakanda...Glorious, prosperous, and ruled by the almighty and skilled T'Chaka. A military commander, the King of the Nation, and the then powerful and prodigious Black Panther, the man obviously had a lot going for him. When there was signs of his wife being pregnant with his first and only son, the one and only T'Challa, he was overjoyed, finally having a worthy heir to his golden throne. His duties as the Black Panther was finally relinquished, in favour of fully committing his time to serving his Nation, and raising his son to be the best of the best - to eventually take over his legacy. As it was, this was how T'Challa was raised - as the best of the best. Born to be a warrior, king, and hero, T'Challa was put to the test as soon as it became physically efficient to do so. Exercise, conditioning, weaponry training, unarmed training, educational tutoring;; it was all gone over and nailed into the young prodigy's head, with hardly any playtime. Sure, he had peace of mind - fitful rests and a luxurious life whenever he was not training, but other than that, life was very stressful - only the natural duty of protection that T'Challa possessed kept him from burning out.
Due to his training and skill, T'Challa took his own Rite of Passage at the young age of ten, sent out to roam the land in search of his own inner peace. As he explored the wilderness, over the months, T'Challa kept up his training - now a routine that his body instinctively does, while also meeting interesting and dangerous characters throughout his journey. Months turned to two years, and eventually, T'Chaka sent out scouts to find, track, and bring home his son. They found T'Challa within the unscouted wilderness North of Wakanda, deep within the jungle, accompanied by two large, wild black panthers. The boy only wielded a rudimentary spear and two daggers, all forged out of a durable and sharp metal that was quite common within the caves near Wakanda. He was eating the carcass of a sabre-tooth tiger - the Wakanda soldiers couldn't even approach the campfire, in fear of the growling panthers that seemed quite ready to rip out their throats. Eventually, T'Challa came back with the scouts, and was debriefed by his father, who was both proud and angry at his son for taking so long. The councilmen of the Wakanda Government saw fit to test T'Challa survival skills within the rings, to see if he truly gained the killer instinct and inner peace he seemed to have developed whilst within the wilds. The thirteen year old promptly defeated, with extreme efficiency, all of the competitors, be it if they grouped on him, or if it was simply a fair, one vs one duel. They were grown men - soldiers of the Wakanda army, and a child managed to defeat them. Although humbled, they were proud of their prince, and after the fights were over, T'Challa was praised within the Halls. Time passed, and his life continued in it's destined direction.
Now within his teenage years, T'Challa took a break from the Kingdom and his constant training, to visit the American continent, on political immunity. There, he met major government officials with his father, and made many allies with his maturity and natural intelligence. Of course, assassins were sent his way, but with both his personal guards and his own skills, each assassin was defeated promptly, and either killed or arrested. In the American lands, T'Challa visited many different universities, expanding his already broad knowledge in different areas and subjects, but eventually, he settled down in Oxford University, learning many different arts and sciences, before finally earning his own PhD - and then, coming back only a year later to earn two more in other subjects. This feat, documented and praised, was something virtually unheard of, surpassing even Tony Stark's own record by a few years. While the technological genius, Stark, graduated a university at the age of seventeen, T'Challa finished three different PhDs at the age of fifteen, before going back to his country and leaving the American press impressed and awed.
It was at this point in his life, that tragedy began to rear it's ugly head. His father was murdered, in cold blood, by a man known as 'Klaw'. A long-time enemy to the Wakanda throne. It was done over a battle about the extremely rare metal known as 'Vibranium', located only within Wakanda itself. Struck by grief and mourning, T'Challa allowed his mother to take temporary reign of the country, whilst he took ample time to grieve, before training himself even harder, with one goal in mind - vengeance. He left Wakanda for a couple of years, extending his training to many different countries and nations throughout the world, while his country waited patiently for the Prince to return. Eventually, he did, and committed himself to the journey of the King. To find the sacred Heart-Shaped herb, and become the Black Panther, and the King of his Tribe. He was eighteen years old, and completely ready for the task. Whilst searching, he was captured by an army of A.I.M. soldiers, an organized group of international science-terrorists, angered and frustrated by the Wakanda's constant rejection towards funding their inhumane experiments. Whilst imprisoned, T'Challa was going to be executed by his once dear friend, whom changed his mind at the last minute and helped the young Prince with escaping. Joined together, they utilized stealth and ambush tactics to completely eviscerate the A.I.M. army, who then retreated from the unknown adversaries, leaving behind the herb that they had found and kept hidden away - the one that would grant T'Challa what he was destined for. As he brought the herb back to his camp, he was going to consume the herb, only to be sneak-attacked by the Black Panther of the time, an unknown adversary. His former comrade that helped him defeat the A.I.M. soldiers had went back to Wakanda to confess for his crimes, and so, T'Challa defeated the Black Panther on his own, as it should have been, before taking his rightful spot as the new Black Panther.
He returned to Wakanda, to enormous applause, and a nation-wide parade and celebration in his honor. The new King of Wakanda, and the new Black Panther. There, his life of being a King, and a hero to mankind, began.
Other/Notes:T'Challa is a young man of 6'2", weighing in at 210lbs. He has a noticeable accent, but his English and grammar are both immaculate, and his accent only adds character, without making his speech garbled or confusing.
