Hillan's Parade Of Characters

[Hillan]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

F L A S H

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^{_{Eobard "Eddie" Thawne ♦ Time Traveler ♦ Central City}}

C O N T I N U I N G C O N C E P T:

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^{"A man often meets his destiny on the very road he takes to avoid it."}

Eobard's a man who has all the answers. The personification of "I've seen this movie before." He's the oldest iteration the character's ever been through, he's the amalgamation of every version of himself, the CW, the comics and the cartoons and animated movies. He's lived it all, in one shape or form. A man who had nothing new left to experience in life.

He's a predator who caught it's prized prey, finally. And with it, he lost his purpose. Now, he's motivated by survival and his own ego. Competing against the ghost of the Fastest Man Alive. And in this most human of motivations, maybe he'll find a new purpose.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I'm looking to explore him blurring the line between pretending and reality. An Eobard who starts to believe that he's the hero - not just wearing the red tights for his own survival. How the most murderous man in history tricks himself into thinking he's absolved of his sins and then eventually having to face the fact that redoing Barry's steps doesn't give him redemption. His past mistakes coming back, and him being absolutely certain that he's able to outsmart and outrun them.

This is Professor Flash.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Notable Characters:

GIDEON - The greatest A.I Companion a time-traveling sociopath could ever need.
Richard Swift - The Shade
Leonard Snart - Captain Cold
Owen Mercer-Thawne - Captain Boomerang II
Wallace West - Flash's greatest fan.
Cisco Ramon - S.T.A.R lab's finest.
Harrison Wells - Suspect of Thawne-double.
Hunter Solomon - Bad-Guy in the making.
Max Mercury - The only man who possibly knows more about the Speed Force than Eobard.
Bart Allen - Future Flash and very, very angry about it.

S E A S O N O N E S Y N O P S I S:

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Thawne won.

He won.

And the universe would feel his wrath, now that nobody could stop him. He had so many plans. But then, like a spotlight hooked up to a failing generator, he ran out of power. He stole Barry's lightning, following the murder of Barry's future self. In doing so, he undid the Flash who could stop him, and made sure Barry would never become his nemesis.

Things were going his way, until they didn't. The timeline was eating itself up, the paradox was created and the Speedforce was falling in on itself. The negative speed force had collapsed, and there was nowhere left for Thawne to run. He was forced to put on the mask of the man he hated most, and carry his legacy.

Eobard had to become The Flash

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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_{S E A S O N O N E:}

ISSUE:
1.01 Victory
1.02 Eddie Thawne
1.03 Guiding S.T.A.R
1.04 Blur
1.05 Nyctophobia
1.06 Exit Light
1.07 One Step Ahead
1.08 Smoke and Mirrors
1.09 Nora
1.10 Born To Run
1.11 Nothing Good
1.12 Infection

_{S E A S O N T H R E E:}

[Hillan]

[Hillan]

"LUCKY"

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^{Alvar Lucious ◼ September 11th (19) ◼ Male ◼ Streets Of Vassidia}

^{"The Lost Sons of Vassidia? Yeah. Lost in it's back alleys and gutters."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"I do pretty well for myself."}

Alvar is a rough looking young man. He's dirty, covered in mud, wearing tattered clothes and usually got a stain or two of dried blood on him. The dirt stains his olive skin, darkening his features. His hair is a light brown, and his eyes match. Sharp features, yet not so much that one could call him 'boyishly handsome'. He's got a rugged feel to him but he seems to be all edge on the outside. The scars, the scowl and the burning fire inside of his eyes. He moves with a swagger and determination only the young have, convinced that he could change the world if he wanted to. That, or burn it all down.

He wears simple clothes, tattered and often passed down from his many big brothers in the gang. If he's wearing a piece of paraphernalia that used to belong to one of his brothers, he has a little extra pride in his step, for he knows he's carrying their legacy with him.

Alvar's voice booms, it isn't particularly deep, but he speaks from the gut, projecting beyond his 5'9 size and 110 pound stature, his lean figure can appear a lot more menacing with an iron pipe in his hand or a knife pulled from his pocket. Alvar's, by all accounts, a thug. And that's well displayed when he barks orders like a commander in the middle of a battle at his boys.

The boy is a pragmatist, and a fighter at that. And everyone around him can tell everything there is to know about him as soon as he walks into the room. A good for nothing thug.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"Grew up mean."}

Alvars parents were truly, inconsequential to his life. Who they were would come to bear no meaning to him, for, see, the only thing they ever truly did for him was die. His father died two weeks after Alvar was born. Picked a fight while drunk, assaulted the guards and got a crossbow bolt through his chest for his troubles. Two people came to his funeral besides Alvar and his mother, Beatrice. They were there to collect Jacques gambling debts. Beatrice had nothing, but what little she had, she gave to Alvar. She was a good mother, too young to mother anyone, barely out of childhood herself. But the streets demand sacrifice and she was willing to do anything to protect her son as mothers do.

That's what got her killed. She wasn't murdered, taken capture or anything of the kind. She simple died from not taking care of herself. Her heart gave out one morning when Alvar was six years old. He found her, cold as the night. And since, he thought he would always be alone. The one person he had known was dead, and that's not an easy thing to wrap your head around as a human. Even less when you're a child.

He was an orphan. On the streets of Vassidia's slums. Sure, there were orphanages, but they were packed to capacity, mostly only taking in little girls, leaving the boys to fend for themselves. Inner-city crime was at an all time high and robberies and murders was a massive problem for the poorest in the capital. He somehow survived, on his own, for almost an entire year. He stole bread, he drank dirty water and he got really fast at running. Till one day, he got into trouble with a gang of older kids. They were hitting him, four on one. Kicking him on the ground and as he was gonna pass out and surely die, he was saved by a kid the same size as the older kids, maybe 14 years old. He came swinging at them with an iron pipe, knocking one of the kids teeth out. He saved Alvar, his name was Yoseth. He would become Alvar's first friend, and the one who introduced him to the Lost Sons Of Vassidia, the gang of orphans who had created a brotherhood, a safe-haven for lost kids like them. Those who had no one. For under the roof of the run down chapel that was their spot, they had a home.

And in the chapel, they were brothers.

Over the years, the Lost Sons would grow in rank, 20 or so kids. Alvar ended up somewhere in the middle of the age group, he had little brothers and big brothers, and soon they would come to look to Yoseth as the de facto leader, he was the biggest, strongest, smartest and bravest of them. He'd lead them into brawls with the other gangs. He'd help them raise their little brothers, Yoseth would teach all of the brothers how to stitch clothes, wounds and change diapers on the few babies that were around.

He was truly a great man, and four years ago, like most great men do. He died.

He was killed. In a fight, something as stupid as a rock, to the side of the head. A one in a billion freak-toss. It was the perhaps that final concussion he needed to shutdown. But Yoseth died, and Alvar and all of the brothers cried. His younger brothers looked to Alvar for leadership, and ever since, he's lead the Lost Sons Of Vassidia. They're 14 men strong, and a band of outlaws doing everything from cons to serving as hired muscle. They collect debts and they fight every other gang in the city - and there's a lot of them.

Of course, the stone blight would restructure their ability to exist. It's even taken a couple of their brothers. Alvar was caught by the city guards, and brought to the Royal Warlock Aborran. That wasn't usually what happened to urchin thugs who got caught by the guards. They usually got beaten up and sent back into the street after a few nights of no food and barely any water in the jail.

After his meeting with Aborran, Alvar decides to join the hunt for a cure to the blight. He bids his brothers farewell for the time being, and promises them that when he returns, they'll be kings.

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^{"I didn't just get roof over my head. I found a family. A home."}

While Alvar knows the inner city streets like the back of his hand, he's never set foot outside of the capital. He knows nothing of the world, and he's definitely there to explore it. The adventure is appealing to him, but he's got a greater goal in pure monetary compensation. Becoming a legendary hero who saves the country from the curse that turns people into statutes would come with perks. Perks like being able to elevate the Lost Sons into kings. He wants to provide for his family, in the only way he knows how. By doing something really, really stupid.

▼ S K I L L S:

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^{"My foot wanted to meet your ass, and I'm about to give them a crossbow wedding!"}

//SKILLS AND ABILITIES:

◼ Street Fighting | Alvar's a brawler by heart. He's got no martial training, he's not an exceedingly large young man, and carries no extraordinary strength or skills to speak off. But the guy makes do with what he has. He's passable with a sword and a crossbow, but really exceeds in makeshift weaponry. Pipes, sticks and other 'junk' are his weapons of choice. He's certainly not opposed to punching someone in the face, either.

◼ Thievery | He learnt how to steal, how to pick a pocket and other sleight of hand tricks since he was a child. He's also grown into quite the con man, spinning tall tales when fists just won't cut it. The kid's extraordinarily nimble and an excellent climber. Able to climb and maneuver places that many would consider impossible to traverse.

◼ Survival | As the leader of the Lost Sons of Vassidia, Alvar's developed excellent leadership skills. He's able to access situations from his gangs capabilities, understanding who should do what in any given situation, able to make fast decisions and sometimes rash ones. Saving his own and the life of his brothers at any given turn. He's picked up basic first aid, sewing and other necessary skills over the years. Though, he'd much rather pick scabs than stitch wounds.

◼ Untapped Magical Potential | Aborran insists that he could sense immense magical potential in the young Alvar. That it manifests itself in Alvar being incredibly lucky, a constant fluctuation of probability, skewing the odds in Alvar's favor. Certainly not a unheard of thing for people to possess, but it definitely pissed the young boy off to learn.

//FEARS AND WEAKNESSES:

◼ Animals | Specifically bigger animals. Alvar's a big city guy. If it's bigger than a dog, he's gonna be sacred of it. That includes completely non-hostile animals. He sees a deer, and he's gonna be very, very worried about it eating him.

◼ Temper | Like all young men, Alvar's greatest enemy is himself. His temper gets the best of him at times and he leaves his head behind. Coming out swinging isn't always the best approach, something he's got plenty of scars to show for.

◼ Religious fundamentalists | True believers in a god? Creepy.

◼ Luck | Alvar's been told he's incredibly lucky. He's deeply worried that one day, his luck's gonna run out and things are gonna get even worse than they are.

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//PARAPHERNALIA

^{"What do you mean 'I don't look like I belong here'. You wanna fight me?!"}

◼ Broadsword | Basic broadsword stolen from the city guards a long time ago.

◼ Backpack | Carries the necessities. Plus a light snack, a drink and needle and thread. For qounds or patching clothes.

◼ Leather Armor | A hardened leather jacket and bracers. Protects him from glancing blows from swords and arrows alike.

◼ Deck of cards| Trick deck that's got marked cards.

◼ Dagger | He carries a small, serrated dagger on his person at all times. Either in his boot or in his sleeve.

◼ Head of a bolt | Perhaps a reminder, or a warning. The metal head of a crossbow bolt hangs around his neck.

[Hillan]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

VICTOR BORDEAUX

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"I always liked the quiet."

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^{VICTOR MICHAEL BORDEAUX
SEVENTEEN
ENERGY MANIPULATOR
THEME SONG
TWIN BROTHER}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Victor was born seventeen minutes before Vanessa, their mother, Patricia and father Michael never expected twins. Something that Victor, in the heat of sibling rivalry, would remind 'young' Nessa of frequently. Victor got his name after Patricia's brother, William, who changed his name to Viktor in his adult life, following his fascination with the character Dr.Doom in the Fantastic Four comics.

Viktor was one of the many who died during the dark eclipse. Loss wasn't new for Patricia, and Michael, who was already engaged to Patricia at this point. Michael was a rocket scientist, and was one of the many people who were responsible for putting man on the moon. Our first true step into the unknown, leaving the cradle for a brief moment.

Victor was the first son in the family, and growing up in the 70's and coming into his adolescent in the 80's, it put a certain stigma on the young Victor. He never quite fit the mold. He wasn't one who yearned for sports or social gatherings, he liked reading, movies and music. Sure, he played basketball with the other kids and was good at baseball, but his real passion lied in the arts. He enjoyed acting and poetry. Hobbies that earned him the sporty nickname 'faggot' by his peers in his teens.

Victor's relationship with Vanessa was always at the center of both of their lives, they weren't the typical twins once they started growing up, they had different hobbies and different circles of friends, but at the end of the day, the thing they both enjoyed the most was each other's company. His sister was the only one who could make him smile so much, laugh till his stomach hurts and help him get over whatever girl it was he had written a poem to that week.

Vic's a bit of an outsider, not to say he can't make friends, but he's not one to make lasting, deep connections on the first try.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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A B I L I T I E S:

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N O T E S:

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[Hillan]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N L A N T E R N

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^{_{ALAN WELLINGTON SCOTT ♦ ENGINEER ♦ NOMADIC ♦ THE STARHEART}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"I am the Shield Of Solidarity. The Sentinel of the Starheart."}

Alan Scott is an average 30-something Engineer when his world collapses in front of him. Not so much in the non-literal sense of "My world came crashing down" as it was 'the train me and my fiance are in is exploding'. Alan's Fiance is pronounced dead, as is every other passenger on the scene. He survives, and he isn't completely sure why. He remembers the fire. But he doesn't remember it scorching him. He remembers it soothing him. Saving him. Giving him purpose.

He remembers the green energy-battery he found on that train, how he reached for it as he jumped out of the train cart he was in, onto the next. How holding onto the lantern had saved his life.

He didn't understand any of it. Hell, even in time, he couldn't believe it. He's now left in a world that doesn't make sense to him, given new purpose. A purpose he perhaps doesn't see yet.

And the strange old man in the blue and gold he keeps having visions of sure isn't making things any easier for him.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I want to write Alan because frankly, I know nothing about Mr. Scott. I've never gotten the chance to tackle the Lantern Mythos, and I think I have a upheave of content to provide on the subject. It's such a deep lore that often goes unexplored, in my opinion. And most of the unused concepts focus on Alan, not on Hal or Kyle. Everyone's written stories about the Green Lanterns being intergalactic police. Very few have written stories about a Green Lantern being a novice mage tapping into the fact that the Green Lanterns are steeped in magic.

Alan is a skeptic. He doesn't believe in magic. He's a realistic and believes in things like math, not sorcery. At least in the beginning. He's given the power of the Starheart and with it, he possesses one of the most powerful magical artifacts in the universe. It's his job to figure out how to use it, and use it for good. And in doing so, he'll come across the old man who will serve as his mentor and guide him through his foray into the unnatural.

My goals with Alan is to tell pulpy Supernatural stories. Equal parts Doc Fate from Earth-20, MCU's Doctor Strange and straight up detective stories, all mixed into with the Green-Ringed hero we all known.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Additional Cast:
Rose Forrest: Fiance and love of Alan's life. Taken from him, and with it, any chance he had at a normal life.

Starheart: The sentience given to the magic captured by the Guardians millions of years ago. It was locked away on earth, only now revealing itself. Confined to the Green Lantern Battery, it's will is felt through it's chosen champion via the ring worn on his hand. The Starheart is doing what it can to influence Alan, albeit subtly at first. Like someone who's just woken up, the Starheart's actions are vague and without direction, but will in time pick up speed. Becoming Alan's greatest ally. Or his most impossible foe.

Kent Nelson: The Former Doctor Fate. Now hunting down the shards of Nabu in an effort to reforge the agent or order and the protector of Earth from magical threats. A role that he will teach Alan to fill-in for him while he's looking to restore Fate.

Molly Mayne: Ex-Girlfriend from College. 'The one who got away'. Find Alan after his apparent demise, she works as an independent journalist and is out for the story on the Green Lantern, and to rekindle the flame between her and Alan, unaware that the two would be the same.

Richard Swift: Lab Partner and friend since High School. Swift and Scott have drifted apart in the years since they both left college, Swift is now working as a tech-based thief, going by the dark web alias 'Shade'.

Elaine Belloc: Granddaugter of the Pressence. Daughter of Michael. Nephilim and destined to rule all of the cosmos. If there ever was a personification of 'out of your league' it would be Elaine. She teaches Alan about the occult and makes him a far better warrior, and man.

The Seven Demons: The evil that's primarily the focus of Alan's first foray into magic. They are spreading mischief, discord and chaos across the world, forcing Alan and his posse to hunt them down and try to put a stop to them.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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A sample post that can be used in the IC if you so desire upon acceptance. This post should provide an example of your vision for the desired character. This sample post should meet all standards outline in the rules and additionally include dialogue, mannerisms and other actions representative of your intended portrayal.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

[Hillan]

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

G R E E N A R R O W

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^{_{Oliver Jonas Queen ♦ Former-Billionaire ♦ STAR CITY ♦ QUEEN FAMILY}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"Steal from the rich, give to the poor. It's not a sentiment that goes out of style."}

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Why do you want to play this character, what is the driving motivation behind both this desire and the character themselves. What do you hope to accomplish and where do you want the character's story/stories to go?

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Any additional notes you want to put either for yourself, the GM's or other players to help clarify your vision or continuity.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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A sample post that can be used in the IC if you so desire upon acceptance. This post should provide an example of your vision for the desired character. This sample post should meet all standards outline in the rules and additionally include dialogue, mannerisms and other actions representative of your intended portrayal.

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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A list linking to your IC posts as they're created. This can be used for a reference guide to your character or to summarize completed arcs and stories.

[Hillan]

T H E B A T M A N

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_{^{Bruce Wayne
The Symbol
Dick Grayson
The Leader
Jason Todd
The Soldier
Tim Drake
The Detective}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Bruce Wayne realizes his one-man crusade is unfeasible and instead recruits his three adoptive sons into the fray and trains them from a very young age into becoming capable crime fighters in their own way. A tale about family, trust and kicking a lot of ass - a family business, as it were.

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C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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To be frank, I've been wanting to play Grifter for as long as I've known about the character, and never had a story or even the faintest idea of what to do with him. After rewatching Mission Impossible, Shooter (both the movie and the TV-show) and reading his New 52 run, I realize he's the perfect vehicle for me to tell my military based stories I'd normally try to push onto an OC or some Frankenstein version of some other street hero like Red Hood or Punisher.

Due to his psionic connection, he allows for the weird and whacky to undercut the grimdark, bullets and explosions.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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Max Cash:
Younger Brother, Government Agent and massive pain in Cole's ass. Max played hard with the rules while Cole played loose. A decorated war hero and veteran, Max is one of the most esteemed soldiers America's produced in the past half century.

Rick Flag:
Cole's commanding officer before he joined Team Seven. Flag taught Cole everything he knows about being a soldier.

TEAM SEVEN:
His brothers in arms once upon a time. They've fallen out of touch with each other, but if there was one thing the military teaches you, it's how to rely on your new family.

Jeanette Tarkov:
(ex) Girlfriend and Partner in crime.

Franklin Clay:
A Burnt spy he met along the way.

Daemonites:
Freaky psychic aliens who are infiltrating mankind.

S A M P L E P O S T:

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"When you realize that kind of person you are, you know your path in life, right?" He began, taking out the cigarette from his mouth, putting the glass of whiskey against his lips instead, drinking deeply. "For some, it's when they catch that 50 yard throw and wins the homecoming game with a touchdown. For others, it's when they have to save someone who's drowning. When they first pick up a guitar, or when they drive their dads 69 Mustang for the first time." His words were dry, hanging in the air of the empty bar, only him and the barkeep who wasn't really paying any attention to him as he was closing up. Wiping the counter and hanging chairs upside down on it afterwards.

"For me. I thought it happened when I held a gun for the first time. Colt 1911, 40 caliber. We were hunting, and I had tracked down the deer. It got out of the way of the bullet from my rifle, but I chased him down when I heard it scream. By dumb luck, it had stepped on a beer trap that was laid out there in the forest. I was 13 when me and my dad found it, and he handed me his pistol and told me to put it out of it's misery." He took another whiff of his cigarette, filling his lungs with the black smoke, exhaling, playing with the liquid at the bottom of his glass.

"If I'm being honest. I was scared as hell. Firing the rifle was exciting. But a handgun? Looking into the scared deer's eyes as a pressed the metal barrel against it's skull, and how my hand shook till my dad put his hand on my shoulder and told me the advice I'd live my life by."

"I knew that that was my calling. The way of the gun. A hunter. A warrior." He scoffed. "Yet, these days, it seems like I'm the prey." His eyes peered into the TV in the corner of the room, reflecting the light from the news, showing how a man with long blonde hair, just like his, wearing the exact same black T-shirt he had on, fought and killed two Police Officers four blocks away, an hour ago.

The bartender caught a glimpse of the Newsshow, finally paying attention to what the patron was saying. His eyes grew wide with concern.
"Get out of here before I call the cops." He promised, his hand reaching behind the bar, grabbing the handle of the wooden bat. Cole could see his eyes were full of deceit, as his hand rested on his hip.

He Knows! I need assistance! the bartenders true voice hissed in the other man's head, and he pulled his gun out, the same kind of gun he had talked about from when he was a kid. The .40 cal 1911. Cole dodged under the swing of the bat, the bat colliding with the counter behind him, shattering the wooden counter, showing off the bartenders incredible strength. Cole hit him with the butt of his gun, stunning the bartender, Cole could now see the blue energy oozing off of the man. He aimed his pistol at the disoriented man and quoted the words his father had told him back in the forest that day.

"A bullet is forever."

BANG

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Issue 1:
1.00 - Seventeeen

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

S U P E R M A N

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^{_{Clark Joseph Kent ♦ Intern ♦ Metropolis ♦ Truth and justice.}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"True strength comes from lifting up those that have fallen."}

Clark Kent, Kal-El Of Krypton, The Man Of Steel, Last Kryptonian.
Intern at the Daily Planet and last in his fantasy Football league. Just joking, Clark wasn't invited to play Fantasy Football.

Clark is a nerdy kid from Smallville, Kansas. By all accounts, a perfectly normal, albeit, maybe a little weird, young man. He went to High School, then studied at an online college, majoring in journalism and photography. Spent his teenage years chasing the 'Wall Of Weird' with his High School buddies. All the while yearning for, searching and eventually dreading a destiny. This is the tale of how mild mannered Clark Kent becomes The Man Of Tomorrow, and how he protects his city, and all of the world.

His first journey into heroism isn't stopping a meteor from crushing the planet, nor is it lifting an airplane out of the sky. But it'll be about him tackling the concept that there's a world outside of Smallville, and all of the dangers and excitement that brings.
Clark is 22 years old and has just moved to Metropolis to fulfill his destiny, and it starts with a red T-shirt, a blue jean jacket and a internship serving coffee to the reporters at the Daily Planet.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Why Truth be told, Superman is my favorite Superhero, and honestly, maybe one of my favorites in all of fiction. But he wasn't always. There was a time where I thought the boyscout routine, the do-gooder and godlike powers got stale after you realized every other hero can also fly and lift heavy stuff, but face far more challenge than Clark. But then I realized what Superman is about, at least the parts that resonate with me te. And there in lies my motivation to play him and show what made him my favorite after all.

It comes down to the heart of the character, the constant burden of carrying the world on his shoulders, sometimes quite literally. The knowledge that being the most powerful being on the planet, yet still just a regular guy. The powers to be a god, but lacking the hybris to do so. Superman, at his core, is someone who always considers others in every action he does. I want to chronicle the alien who proves we humans can be better, Superman is the best of us because he brings out the best in us. I want to tell his story, and how he got there.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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TBD As the IC Progresses.

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"Y'know, my dad always told me that I could achieve anything, as long as I put my heart into it and worked hard. The sky's the limit, he would say. I'm starting to think that maybe... He was wrong. I don't think the sky's where it stops. Not for any of us." The black haired man said, chewing lightly on a pencil, trying to think of a way to solve the riddle presented to him on the paper in his hand. He scratched the back of his head, pushing his glasses back up when he grabbed the pen from his mouth again.

"Crossword giving you problem, Smallville?" his brown-haired coworker mocked from the other side of the lunch room. Well, coworker, she was Lois Lane and she was technically his boss. Or at least higher up in the food chain than him. The way she had explained it to him on his first day here, two weeks ago was Lois was a dolphin, Perry White was a great blue whale, and Clark... Well, Clark was a guppy.

"Yeah, it's a real tough one today." Clark murmured, having just filled in 'Sky'.

"Try 'Ahab' That usually does it." Lois added, grabbing her lunch from the fridge, the salad box that said 'Olsen' on it. Clark shook his head. "I don't think Ahab was the 22nd President of the United States". Lois raised her eyebrow. "It's Grover, man."
"Cleaveland. Like the state. C-L-E-A-V-E-L-A-N-D" Lois spelled it for him and he couldn't help but to snicker a little about it. "That's not how you spe-" He was interrupted by Lois walking past him, back to her desk to eat her lunch. She was always working after all. "Good talk, miss Lane." Clark concluded, returning to his crossword.

A few minutes later, Jimmy Olsen, the up and coming hotshoot photographer for the paper walked into the room, looking for his lunch. It was gone. He let out a loud groan. Clark picked up sirens thanks to his extraordinary hearing, and if there was one thing to know about Mr.Kent, was that he tried to be where the sirens were.

He put down the crossword and turned to Jimmy. "Hey, Jimmy! I'm just about to do a coffee run for Mr.White, I'll grab you a sandwich from McLarens while I'm out. Meatball sub, right?" Jimmy nodded. "Yeah, extra marinara, thanks Clark!" Clark smiled, walking towards the exit, taking the stairs in favor of the elevator, the sirens moving past him now. Once he knew nobody could see him in the staircase, he ran towards the roof, instead of towards the lobby. Once he emerged onto the roof, the grabbed the backpack he had left there. He took off his glasses and dress shirt, revealing his red under-shirt, grabbing the blue denim jacket from the bag as well as the pair of aviator goggles he had there and the black ball cap.

Once geared up, he ran towards the edge of the building and stepped off, in one leap, he had cleared a block and a half, flying through the air.

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Issue 01: You're not in Kansas Anymore Parts. 1 - 3

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✖ ‖ N a m e

Uragiri Unagi

✖ ‖ A g e / B i r t h d a y

16 / January 1st

✖ ‖ G e n d e r

Female

✖ ‖ B o d y T y p e

5'10, well toned and the body of a gymnast with curves in all the right places.

✖ ‖ V i l l a g e

Amegakure

✖ ‖ C l a n

Uragiri-ichizoku

Uragiri

The Uragiri clan is relatively unknown, even in Amegakure. They provide mostly standard civilians in Amegakure who work in the industrial plants creating metal and tools. They all stand out, however, due to the black and yellow eyes that run in their family - any Uragiri clan member is recognizable by their eyes. This trait, while genetic, can be recessive and there are very few Uragiri clan members who do not have these eyes - but they do exist. In such a case the clan members can be identified by their clan icon, which is a set of black and white koi circling each other. The image is fitting, given that their eyes give them a somewhat fishy appearance.

The clan is primarily (90%) just pure civilians that mostly work in shops or the industry. The remaining 10% are shinobi, like Unagi. And, while they are good at what they do, they are typically not very well renowned - not because nobody likes them or so, but just because they are pretty average all together. For that, Sakana and Unagi are pretty much the two exceptions.

✖ ‖ F a m i l y

Father: Uragiri Kingyo, academy teacher, ninjutsu instructor and koi fish breeder of rank.
Mother: Uragiri Same, medical-nin at the hospital, creator of the 'catch you faking being sick to skip academy'-jutsu.
Siblings:
Uragiri Sakana, older brother (18), Sakana is Unagis big brother and him only being two years her senior, comes with a lot of sibling rivalry and the regular sibling bullshit.

✖ ‖ R a n k

Chunnin

✖ ‖ T i t l e s / N i c k n a m e s

The Koi Princess
Black-Eyed Succubus

✖ ‖ P e r s o n a l i t y

Bubbly yet not loud. She's a social person, a true extrovert who will talk to anyone about just about anything, yet she's highly guarded and on her watch about the things she says, it's fair to assume that anything you believe about Unagi si because she wants you to know it about her. In that regard, the times when things are out of her control, she becomes very unbalanced and have a hard time to adjust, something she's working on.

She's emotional and moody, something she outwardly displays quite often, given how often she changes her hair color and how several times a year, she will show up with a new tattoo usually commemorating something that's happened, a successful mission, a great loss or finding a really cute top.
Unagi's not someone who backs down from a fight, but prefers to not instigate them. In a fight she's sinister and extremely manipulative, attempting to find, expose and capitalize on any chink in the enemies armor. Exploiting every weakness is her forte and what she strives for in a fight.

✖ ‖ L i k e s

✖ - Artistic expression
✖ - Cleanliness
✖ - Validation, being liked.
✖ - Ninjutsu & Swords
✖ - Sealing Techniques and learning about their many uses
✖ - Romance, she's a hopeless romantic and reads a lot of romantic novels
✖ - Her brother

✖ ‖ D i s l i k e s

✖ - Animals that aren't koi fish
✖ - Stronger enemies
✖ - Nobles
✖ - Anyone who's more popular than her
✖ - Spicy food.
✖ - Her brother

✖ ‖ H o p e s

✖ - Owning her own Tatto studio
✖ - Becoming the most popular ninja in the world
✖ - Becoming Sakana's equal in terms of power and rank
✖ - See Amegakure grow to a great nation
✖ - Falling in love
✖ - Finding a really cool sword

✖ ‖ F e a r s

✖ - Running out of creativity
✖ - Being seen as ugly or otherwise unattractive
✖ - Growing old
✖ - Failing her brother
✖ - Only being able to use love as a weapon
✖ - All the cool swords are gone

✖ ‖ N i n d o

ta no namae no bara, a rose by any other name.

✖ ‖ B i o g r a p h y

Unagi's the first girl, yet the second child. Being a little sister and yet the first daughter is a lot of responsibility to balance. Growing up wasn't particularly easy, she got used to being seen as untrustworthy and mischievous even traitorous, something others of her very small clan seemed to embrace, but Unagi instead tried her best to become liked and popular, someone others saw as an idol both in appearance and ability. Her pale skin and black, almost fish-like eyes made it very hard to hide her heritage though, and she never really bothered to try and hide her eyes - even though she changes her hair color very often.

She found a passion for art at a young age and balanced her social life with her Shinobi studies and art, having very little time to develop many other hobbies or interests beyond drawing, listening to music and finding physical expression really cool - clothes and other expression became very important. She created her first tattoo, on her own thigh, when she was 12.

Her shinobi career wasn't anything spectacular, she was placed in Team Hiragami as a child, Hiragami was a grizzled ol' veteran who had seen more combat than most and he was a horrible sensei for that reason, as he wanted only soldiers. People who could follow orders and he had no patience for Unagis artistic tendancies. This lead to him drilling her on acrobatics and combat skills, further removing her from her hobbies. Hiragami made her a better shinobi, but a very pent-up person. Which is why on a mission, when she was 14, when they were caught out by Kirigakure shinobi, she didn't feel bad about following Hiragami's order to retreat, leaving the Jonin behind to be captured.

While waiting on her new team she quickly advanced to chunnin-rank a year late. She finally got placed in Team Sakana, lead by her brother who was a fresh Jonin. The two came to further their natural synergy under this period and Team Sakana could become the talk of the village as a up-and-coming Ninja Team, earning notoriety when they protected one of the Noblemen of the Mud from assassins lead by the missing-nin Hiruga Gero, a former Kumogakure Jonin.

✖ ‖ N a t u r e s

Lightning
Wind
Water

✖ ‖ T a l e n t s

An aspiring Tattoo artist, stylist and clothing designer. She's all about appearances and making sure that things look good, both herself, her surroundings and even her practice in combat. She's graceful and aware, much like her name indicates. Being a girl who comes from a unknown clan - and unpopular to those that know of them, Unagi had to become very socially competent, she's excellent at manipulating others and combining it with her hyper-alertness she's able to use this to great benefit in a fight. She thinks swords are really cool and wishes to become a swordsman herself, too. But her talents for swordsmanship are mostly latent and non-developed.
However, she's a Sealing-Jutsu prodigy and has developed and learnt to use many sealing techniques.
In terms of more direct combat ability, she possesses talent for ninjutsu, acrobatics and chakra control. Relying on elemental-enhancement of her close-range attacks and lending support to other shinobi's ninjutsu, specifically water and fire jutsu.

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Genjutsu:

Kitsunes Promise, B-rank
She places a opponent under deep hypnotic sedation, they are unable to move or act, simply put into a sweet docile state listening to her suggestions and feeling strong feelings of love, the kind of warmth and coziness you'd only feel when in the presence of a lover. In this state, targets are greatly susceptible to her charms and will give most information freely, depending on how quickly they discover they're under her spell. The genjutsu is triggered by fluttering her eyes which glows pink for a second. This paralyzes the target for a second and then she has to quickly make physical contact with them in order to complete the jutsu.

Lovesick Honeytrap, C-rank:
Kneading the chakra in her lungs, she creates small particles that she then blows out into a gas that takes the shape of a heart that will expand upon impact. The particles themselves will put a genjutsu on anyone hit by them that will make them feel attraction and general feelings associated with love towards Unagi. Originally, performing this technique looked much like her gale breath technique due to the effort it took, but with time and experience, she's able to expel the full heart-shape gas bomb by simply blowing a kiss. The heart is projected forward by a gust of wind to make it gain enough speed to hit the target before exploding.

Sealing Techniques:
Gozu Tennō; Koi Source S-Rank;
Gozu Tennō; Koi Source is a tattoo on her right shoulder, a seal that seals chakra she absorbs using her Chakra Sealing Technique and transports into into the Koi-Pond back at the clan compound, allowing the kois in the pond to feed on it and grow big and strong, not to mention populous. This is done by creating a pact with the Red Koi spirit, Matri which calls the pond on the Uragiri properties home. When required, Unagi is able to call on the seal, absorbing chakra from the pond and back into her body, this means draining chakra from the kois and could potentially kill them if she drains too much from them. When the Seal is used, red markings will appear on Unagi's shoulder and spreading out towards her arm, chest and back, the seals will eminate with red chakra as will all of her jutsu turn red.
Fuinjutsu Trap
Barrier Releasing Technique
Chakra Draining Seal
Finger Carving Seal

Lightning:

Lightning Spear:, A-rank
Legic has it that this technique is a bastardization of the Chidori-Technique and that legendary ninja like Sasuke Uchiha and Kakashi Hatake used techniques like this. She generates lightning chakra in her hand and then shape-transforms into into a spear reaching upwards of 10 meters, though the longer the spear the more chakra it taxes her and the shorter duration she can use the technique. The blade is capable of blocking another sword and can easily cut through a tree or even a rock, making it extremely deadly, requiring great dexterity. Like all electricity she uses, it's got a pink mixed with turquoise color.

Stormcloud Defense, B-rank
Like the lightning spear, this technique is built on the foundations of the ancient and legendary Chidor. Unagi channels lightning chakra through her entire body, allow her a instant and temporary defense against an attacker or restraints. The technique does not require any handseals, making it incredibly powerful for escaping Earth-based bondage.

Thunder Axe:, B-Rank.
Unagi coats her foot in lightning, her heel specifically and delivers a powerful axekick to the opponent striking like thunder.

Lightning Triple, C-Rank:
Throwing three shuriken or kunai at an opponent, she covers them all in lightning chakra before throwing them, once again increasing their cutting power.

Pack-A-Punch; Electro style, C-Rank:
Putting electricity into her hands, Unagi creates a taser-knuckle like technique that adds force to her jabs.

Electric Eel Net Jutsu, D-Rank:
Putting her hands into a body of water, Unagi sends out fierce lightning tendrils through the water, electrocuting it.

Wind:
Gale Push C-Rank:
Channeling Wind chakra into her hands and feet, Unagi is able to be propelled forward, or to blast an opponent or object back.

Gale Breath, C-Rank:
After a series of handsigns, Unagi puts her index finger under her lip, much like the great fireball technique, and blows a powerful blast of wind from her mouth. This technique can blow up dust for a smokescreen, fan the flames of a fire jutsu or put a fire out. It can even blow an opponent off their feet.

✖ ‖ W e a p o n s A n d T o o l s

Common ninja tools.

✖ ‖ F i g h t i n g S t y l e

Acrobatic, fluent and well thought out. Unagi does not move in unintended ways. She acts on purpose and if she seems to be making a movement-based mistake in combat it's safe to assume she's feinting on purpose.
Her fighting style is reminiscent of a kick boxers, focusing on knees, electric punches and well-targeted lightning jutsu. She doesn't hit hard, but is excellent at making sure her attacks strike their mark. Precison's more important than power to her.
Most fights are started on unfair premises by Unagi, she charms, using genjutsu or other misdirection to create an opening.

✖ ‖ T h e m e S o n g

Mood Rings

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Jedi Knight Antares Reyleigh

Age:
21

Species:
Human

Physical Appearance:
Please detail any differences from any images you have used.

Lightsaber:
His lightsaber is made out of wonderful craftsmanship, with a patterned brown hilt, metal accents and a black emmitter, the button to ignite the blade is covered in leather wrapping for increased grip.

Skills:
Lightsaber Combat; Form 2 and 5 Masashi and Shien are his forte, a prodigy in form 2. He was classically trained in both by his master and has grown to deploy Shien, and teachings from Form 3, Soresu, during the clone wars and the many, many encounters that came with being on the frontline. Following the attack on Kalvak, he's also become one of the few who was selected to be trained in the use of Form 7, Vapaad by master Windu himself.

Engineering; Unlike many of his Jedi peers, Antares enjoys tinkering. He tinkers with anything he could get his hands on, and his masters tended to say that if he hadn't been a Padawan, he would've been one of the Republics greatest engineers. As a result, he appreciates great engineering and wishes to understand how things work, taking them apart and putting them back together again. While he respects, and even really enjoys the workings of spaceships, he cannot fly them.

Weaponry; going hand-in-hand with his engineering, he made himself a good shot with a blaster of pretty much any size or variant, to the dismay of Weng-Sho who insisted that these weapons were not fit for a Jedi. Antares argued that in order to beat blaster and fight an army of blasters, he had to know how to use one. Weng-Sho soon forfeited his arguments and let the padawan spend time at the shooting range on Coruscant where his training mostly too place.

Survival; A man who's thrust behind enemy lines when he wasn't ready for it at a far too young age, Antares learnt how to survive - how to use the teachings taught to him by the Jedi Order to their fullest extent to prolong his own life. He knows how to hunt, care for himself and others, make basic traps and the like.

Leadership; AR became the commander of the 17th Unit of the in the Clone Wars, leading his clones behind enemy lines and striking at the separatists whenever he was called for. Setting up inter-sectional ambushes and coordinating attacks with other Jedi would become second-nature to him with time. Following his ascension to the rank of Jedi Knight, he became

Hand-To-Hand; Antares challenged his clone troopers on the regular to engage him in sparring matches and over the course of the war, he become good enough at fighting without the help of the force or his lightsaber that he could fight troopers with fists alone. Jab-Ek was the only one in his unit he could never once beat.

Force Abilities:
As a Jedi Guardian, lightsaber combat was always at the center-stage of his training.
Antares possesses all basic force abilities, and specializes in the abilities the enhances his powers as a physical combatant.

Mastered;
Battlemind
Force Jump

Expert;
Force Valor
Enhanced Attribute
Force Throw

Adept;
Force Shockwave
Force Wave

Weaknesses:
Character History:
Order 66:

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T H E B A T M A N

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_{^{Bruce Wayne
The Symbol
Dick Grayson
The Leader
Jason Todd
The Soldier
Tim Drake
The Detective}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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Bruce Wayne realizes his one-man crusade is unfeasible and instead recruits his three adoptive sons into the fray and trains them from a very young age into becoming capable crime fighters in their own way. A tale about family, trust and kicking a lot of ass - a family business, as it were.

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C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

VIRDEUS

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^{_{Julian Alexander Luthor ♦ Male ♦ 18 ♦ Cadmus Level XXXIII.I}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

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^{"A fight isn't about who's got the bigger stick. It's about who's got the best leverage."}

Julian Luthor is the latest, and last project headed by the genetics division in New Cadmus. He was created using Lex Luthor's DNA plus the DNA left behind from when the destroyer, Doomsday seemingly killed Superman, eight years ago. Julian was built with Lex's own brainwaves, plus a body meant to perfectly hold the kryptonian DNA, unlike his brothers in projects KR and 'Match'. Julian's purpose was to serve as a new body for Lex, an empty vessel. Yet somewhere in the process, the husk grew a mind of it's own. Perhaps stimulated by the genomorphs who helped create him. Soon, Lex came to see him as more of a son than a escape plan. Julian was raised within the confines of Cadmus, growing quickly and fast, appearing a teenager within a year and his powers would soon manifest.

His powers proved too much for him, or the handlers to control. Julian would instead spend the next year of his life in a cell, being radiated with red sunlight every single day to keep his kryptonian side in check. Here he'd grown to his current age, approximately 18. He would spend his time reading and tinkering with whatever he would be given and Lex would take distance from him, further putting up walls between himself and his would-be son.

Julian's imprisonment came to an end when the Justice League found out about Cadmus's level 33.1, where Lexcorp and his Light had been doing countless experiments on metahuman teenagers, aliens and even dabbled in magic. It made headline news the world over and many of the teenagers were rescued. All of the data surrounding Julian's creation was destroyed by one of the scientists at Cadmus, ensuring he could never be remade. Julian's mind was fragile upon being rescued and he lashed out, unable to control his powers, he was taken to the north pole and Kal-El's fortress of solitude. There, the boy was helped by the Martian Manhunters telepathy, going through weeks of therapy, and soon he chose to steal something from the Kryptonian's vault. The blue rock that would help him forge his own destiny.

Since, Julian's been inspired to help people in his own way, he did not wanna stick by Superman or the League, and he certainly did not want to reconnect with his estranged father. Yet, he had memories of Lex. Datapoints, feelings and instincts shared between both of his genetic matches. He strives to create something standing outside of the polarities of good and evil - break away from the binary of Luthor or El. His cryptonym reflects this choice, Virdeus is latin for 'mangod'. Julian is powered by perhaps the greatest rivalry on earth, and he aims to stand above it all.

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10th Level Intellect: Thanks to his genetic makeup, genome training and studies, Julian is an equal in raw intelligence to his progenitors. He proves to hold spatial awareness, scientific know-how and creative intelligence all enough to rival the older Luthor, or Superman himself. Given time and dedication, Julian could match any of the other geniuses on earth. His interest piques around engineering and technology, though. With a additional interest in people skills and learning how people act. His intellect is at odds with his empathy - the willingness to put people into folders and turn them into numbers, yet his ability to feel with them on a deeply emotional level. He can't shake that he's an outsider to things and certainly not normal but he wishes to learn how to adapt.

Kryptonian Powers:
Julians powers are subdued thanks to the blue kryptonite on his hand. He lacks control and chooses not to use them. And frankly, they disgust him. He does not enjoy the power his physical body grants him, and instead searches for other avenues to further his heroics. Therefor, his powers are a well guarded secret that very few outside of the Leaguers who found him know about.

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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Julian's a Luthor, capable of being a Superman, but he's sure he doesn't want to be either of them. He's smart, he's resourceful and he's a problem solver. He's a leader and he's flawed, both from a lack of experience and a lack of exposure. He doesn't know much about life, he understands data and facts. Emotions overwhelm him and he doesn't understand, but he wants to. He's a young man trying to find his place in the world, bearing the pressure of knowing that he could do so much more.

He founded the Renegades for that very purpose, to do more. To do it differently. To fight the people that needs fighting, and save the people that needs saving, everything else is secondary.

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Julian has a complex relationship to Lex Luthor. A part of him thinks of Lex as his dad, certainly more than he would think anyone who wears a big S on their person family. But he also cannot reconcile the things Lex have done, not just to Julian or the others at Cadmus, but to the world. Every incident, every bit of evil. The very purpose for Julian's life was to give Lex the opportunity to kill Superman - A tool, was all Julian was meant to be. A weapon. An instrument for destruction.

Instead, he's become a force for good. Using his intelligence to hack financial records of bad men, sell medical hardware so in his short months out in the world he's already made a big impact. But he realizes that blackmailing Morgan Edge into giving him the penthouse to run his operation out of isn't enough.

Julian holds a big variety of technology at his disposal. None of the mare as fancy, expensive or high-tech as Lex's. Most notably is the blue steel-banded ring on his right hand. Covered in a near-indestructible alloy lies the blue mineral that gives Julian a choice in life. It's what negates his powers and makes him just a man.

Besides that, he carries a phone with the most advanced hardware on the planet, rivalring that of Batman's computer that he can use to hack just about anything. He also owns two 'Machinas' Or 'M&Ms', cylindrical spheres that are able to perform a variety of things, from firing laser beams to scanning forensic evidence, to applying first aid and generating forcefields. Though his equipment can be improved on with just the right tools and resources. Julian has no ambitions of doing much fighting himself.

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E K O R R N E L I U S
E K O R R N E L I U S

^{"I've got a pinecone for every last one of them"}

C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T C H A R A C T E R P O R T R A I T _________________________________________________________ _________________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y C H A R A C T E R S U M M A R Y _________________________________________________________ Ekorrnelius "Ekko" Poxborn _________________________________________________________ Six Seasons | ♂ | Red Squirrel _________________________________________________________ Engaged | Forage P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E P H Y S I C A L P R O F I L E _________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ P H Y S I C A L T R A I T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Build - Treewhiffler ► Fur Colour - Red ► Eye Colour - Grey ► Other - He has a ring pierced into his right ear and has scars on his left shoulder from the pox. - C H A R A C T E R N O T E S C H A R A C T E R N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] ▼ C H A R A C T E R N O T E S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Note He breaks into both Grey and Red Squirrel dialects sometimes He loves mushroom soup He prefers foraging at dusk as opposed to dawn ▼ P A R A P H E R N A L I A ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ► Birchwood bow A shortbow made out of Birch, usually found slung around his shoulder when not in his hand. He carries a quiver with 12 self-made arrows on his back. The arrowheads sort of resemble pinecones, and he refers to them as such. ► Woodland Tunic Basic handstitched cloth in green and yellow colors, combining it with his fur provides camouflage from everybeast. The hood is too small for him. ► Mark Of The Grey An amulett hung around his neck indicating his mixed history and the tragedies that befell his family. -

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ It's impossible to tell the story of the Squirrel Ekorrnelius without talking about his parents, his mother Greta The Red and his father Malley O' Grey. What people outside of the squirrel tribes don't know is that there's a great deal of tension between the grey and red squirrels, away from the abbey they squander and fight among themselves and rarely manage to live harmoniously. The greys outnumber the reds, three to one in general population which forces the reds to move habitats when a tribe of grey squirrels move in, the greys tend to keep to themselves which is why we're all far more familiar with red squirrels as the members of many fellowships in tales. Greta was a member of a red tribe, a proud daughter to the tribe's spiritual leader. It was after the battle at Birch Oak hill, far to the east of Redwall Abbey that Greta med Malley Koll, a grey elf who had fought against the vermin who had attacked his tribe. Malley was one of few survivors holding onto his life while hiding in a pile of bodies in the mud. Unlike most of his peers, Malley was absolutely worthless with a bow, opting to fight with spear and sword instead. Mallley was nursed back to health by Greta and it was apparent their relationship was blooming. Such a relationship was seen as highly taboo among their peers which is why their relationship remained secret. Soon they sired a child and their relationship could no longer be held secret. Ekko's grandfather shunned his daughter, but allowed her to stay in the village, and thus Malley came to live with her. When Ekko was half a season old, his mother fell ill. She had contracted the highly contagious squirrelpox. Greta was soon blinded by the pox as it took root in her son, and soon most of the village of Rootstam was blinded, starving and perishing one by one by the pox. See, it isn't just because the Greys are bigger and stronger than the reds that they are overwhelming them in numbers, but also because they are asymptomatic carriers of the squirrelpox gene, in squirrel folk-lore, it is believed the red and greys were once one species but a curse was put upon them, creating the pox and stripping the greys of their red color. The greys, naturally have a altered take on the tale. Malley quickly escaped the village once he found out that he had given them the pox and has not been seen by another red squirrel since. Ekorrnelius survived the pox without blindness or any permanent effects, sans a few scars on his skin largely because of his mixed heritage. He was shunned by his peers for his father's curse, named Poxborn and exiled from ever living in a red squirrel tribe again. That is how he found his way to redwall where they clergy accepted him with open arms. In a sense, Ekorrnelius is exactly what you would expect from a young red squirrel. A defender of nature, protector of those who cannot protect themselves, a masterful climber and naturally gifted with a bow. Knows the woods like the back of his hand and can identify just about any fauna on sight or smell alone. He's just entered his young adult phase and with it comes new responsibilities and a desire to shed his past full of grief. In the abbey, he forages food that they cannot grow themselves, as such it is not uncommon to see the rather large squirrel come carrying large mushrooms or wild berries in droves. He also makes it a point to scout for potential attacks while honing his archery - a task nobody has ever asked him to perform but some of the gatekeeper and other guard personell are thankful for. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E ________________________________________________________________________________________ For a seemingly red squirrel, Ekko stands taller than his peers, a few inches taller than any of the biggest red squirrels, yet smaller than any grey squirrels - not that he's met any since he was a kitten - he's incredibly athletic and lean. His tail is fluffy and messy as is the rest of his fur, being well-groomed has never been a priority for him. When he arrived at the abbey as a young boy, the other children sometimes teased him for being stinky, the teasing never stuck enough for him to change his grooming habits. Beyond bodily size, his eyes are calmly grey and carry a fire within them. Ekko is driven, energetic and deeply empathic to other people's plights, sometimes he prefers to hide it behind a rash surface and stiff body language, yet his true self always cracks through the surface. The squirrel is never seen without his bow and quiver. His clothes are torn, stitched up by himself- some holes were too big for him to patch so he asked one of the maidens at the abbey for help - usually rather dirty and a poor fit as they haven't kept up with his recent growth spurt. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ Goals: Protect those weaker then him - a goal of just about all red squirrels Become the greatest bowsquirrel to have lived Learn more about the conflict between his two heritages Get accepted back into the red tribes Find his father Plotlines: Archery Contest - Ekko signs up for a friendly competition at Redwall that spirals out of control when he forms a rivalry with a pure blooded red squirrel. Steal From the Rich Give To The Poor - A Rich noblemen parades around the forest, abusing his power and position to bully the farmers and peasents around Redwall, Ekko plans a heist. I am no Lionheart - Ekko comes to terms with his paternal affinity for swordplay. The Grey Knight - He finds out tracks that could lead him to finding Malley and maybe finding answers to putting all of his grief and shame behind him.

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L
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Kal-El Of Krypton
Metropolis}}

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^{"The only way to change the world is to quit thinking it’s a job for Superman. Real power lies in your own hands."}

Five years ago, crisis struck and a force of the earths' mightiest heroes came together, out of the shadows, the oceans and the sky to save humanity from cataclysm. That force was lead by a survivor of a dead race who grew up amongst the humans, Superman. Dubbed the greatest hero among them, Superman brought truth, peace and justice wherever his red cape touched. But tragedy struck, the kind even the greatest among us can't prevent.
Clark lost what mattered most to him. Crippled from the same battle, Clark had to face a world of grief in a way he had never done before. While the kryptonite was out of his body and his spine had healed, his spirit was still broken. He left the cape behind and retreated into solitude.
New dangers are on the horizon and the world will once more cry out for the last sovereign son of Krypton.

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Ultimately, I love Superman and I've always wanted to put my own touch on him. I'm not aiming for a whacky reimagining of the character, but simply aiming to explore what the most overbearing human emotion - grief - would do to the strongest mortal in the universe. To not just loathe in self-pity, I want to explore how he, like all of us can overcome and thrive.

Superman may be dead, this is the story of how he regains hope and comes back to life.

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A X E L B O R D E A U X
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His bedroom remained quiet, normal, mundane even. It was clean enough and cool to boot, the window slightly opened as he enjoyed the coolness of the September breeze. Yet if there had been a visitor in his bedroom they would've been terrified at the scene coming from the bed as there the comforter was hovering a good two feet above the mattress. Axel himself snuggled, would soon open his eyes as he felt the cold draft from the window under him. Opening his eyes slightly, he would grumble and turn over, folding his blanked around him and falling back asleep.

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Axel would ask what the matter was and then lend whatever aid he could. Quick to bend the rules to get help someone in need, which is how Viktor would up with his multiple instances of illegal use of his powers, rescuing cats from trees or falling construction workers has become a regular past time.

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He would do his best to follow protocol and make sure to stay alert. Following orders of those who know better than him, a stark contrast to his civilian life where he was quite anti-authority. If campus faced a threat, he would sooner be brave than smart.

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Knock Knock Knocking on Heaven’s door…
Mama’ tell me…
Feels like I’m knocking on heaven’s door…

His arm, encased in brown reinforced leather, bore the weight of weariness, stress, and the painful burns etched into its surface. It was a testament to the trials he had faced. Yet, his hand remained resolute, an unwavering testament to his unbroken spirit. The cold, unforgiving air swept in through the gaping hole in the building, mingling with the relentless rain.

His arm reached out, fully extended, and at its end, it clutched the throat of his closest friend, Chuck. Chuck dangled precariously over the abyss, the raging storm outside mirroring the turmoil within their souls. Lightning split the sky, revealing the strained faces of these two men. Illadvised, once the protector of New Lilith from the shadows, now found himself exposed, his one hand locked onto the arm of his assailant, his former friend, and trusted ally, Angel.

Chuck's hood had fallen, revealing a torn ballistic dynamo mask, its shattered remnants strewn across the burning room. His bo-staff lay broken, shattered by Enochian wings, and his grenades had been deflected, creating the very breach they now clung to. The treacherous actions of Locke and his mind-bending accomplice, Mindwarp, had brought them to this precipice.

"Fight them, Thomas," Chuck managed to rasp out through gritted teeth, his ribs broken from a brutal kick he had endured moments earlier. Talking with a collapsed lung was an agonizing struggle.

Lightning struck again, illuminating Thomas's face. His once vivid blue eyes now appeared gray and hollow, filled only with anger—no, contempt. The wound on his cheek from Chuck's last-ditch effort at self-defense, a pocket knife from his father, began to heal, leaving only a scar.

"There's nothing left to fight, Chuck," Thomas declared, renouncing his humanity in favor of his heritage as a warrior and conqueror.

Desperation coursed through Chuck, and he clung to Thomas with one hand while wrenching the gauntlet from his left arm—a gauntlet with an interface to mechanically interact with Glitch. He exposed his vulnerable skin to the frigid air.

"You can't steal my strength, Charles. Your tricks won't save you this time," Thomas taunted, pressing harder on Chuck's throat. Chuck groaned in pain and shook his head somberly.

"No," Chuck gasped, pressing a button on the gauntlet and tossing it between himself and Thomas. The glove projected a 3D hologram—photographs of cherished memories. Chuck, Makarios and Thomas at college, Makarios leaping off cliffs at Lake Albion during last summer's swimming trips, Nathan scoring while standing upside down on the basketball court roof. A picture of Thomas and Jason, Chuck buying Jason his first beer. All of them playing video games, Xander cooking pizza. Thomas teaching Adam how to box and many more were projected. His parents, his friends.

"Take this, and one day, when you find your way back, Thomas," Chuck implored, the alien's grip on his throat loosening, "let these memories be your guide. They can help you remember what it was like to be good, what it was like to love." A photo of Thomas kissing Tiffany displayed under the two.

"To be human," Chuck finished, slipping from his friend's grasp. The last thing he saw before descending into the embrace of the New Lilith night was the gentle blue glow from his glove before it too went dark.

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'I can do this all day'

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T
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M I S T E R I M P O S S I B L E
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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T ________________________________________________________________________________________ Jack grew up with challenges from an early age, born to an American father and a Saami mother in Sweden. His father, Marcus, was deeply involved in climate change research near the polar circle, which often kept Jack away from his mother, Teresa, and her side of the family. The Saami community faced ongoing challenges due to historical ethnic cleansing and the current perils of climate change, which threatened their culture and way of life. As a child, Jack was often the smallest and weakest in his class, struggling with language barriers and motor skill difficulties. Many of his teachers suspected him of being neurodivergent or intellectually impaired due to these challenges. At the age of 16, Jack was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor, marking the beginning of a severe health crisis. The tumor rapidly spread throughout his body, leading to multiple organ failures. Just days before his 18th birthday, Jack's heart stopped in a hospital bed, leaving him critically ill and frail, weighing only 34 kilograms and standing at 167 centimeters tall. In a miraculous turn of events, Jack inexplicably revived after being pronounced dead by doctors. His skin rejuvenated, and he emerged from the brink of death with newfound strength and resilience. This event marked the beginning of Jack's extraordinary journey as a hyperhuman. Following his recovery, Jack explored his newfound abilities, pushing himself to the limits in activities like parkour and martial arts. He found work as a stuntman, where his hyperhuman powers were not only accepted but also advantageous. During this time, he met Cassandra, a fellow hyperhuman, and they fell deeply in love, eventually getting married. Their happiness was short-lived, however, as Cassandra experienced a severe episode of hyperpsychosis during their time at PRCU, leading to a tragic incident where she unintentionally caused harm to others before succumbing to her condition. Jack was left devastated and took a break from school to cope with his grief and loss. Now returning to PRCU, Jack faces the haunting memories of what he's lost and must navigate the challenges of being scarred, vulnerable, and emotionally raw. D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C D E T A I L E D A P P E A R A N C E & A E S T H E T I C - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Mild-mannered, low profile, ordinary. Warm smile, donning a dressed-up casual style. Light temper and rarely in a outwardly bad mood. Most things seem to just run off him which is clear by the shallow crowsfeet and the dimple in his cheek from all the smiling he's done. His hair is naturally short and his beard never comes in completely as there's very little he can do to groom either by himself. He dresses in trifted clothing but nothing too 'one of a kind' as his powers has made it clear clothes are not as durable as he is. Usually in some kind of denim and t-shirt combination with a jacket and well thought out shoes. He wears glasses without needing them, but brushes off any hipster-remark. M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y M A N N E R I S M S & P E R S O N A L I T Y - OPTIONAL ________________________________________________________________________________________ Kind, warm, humorous, sensible. He is an active individual, often taking the lead in conversations without stirring up controversy or drama. Jack possesses a light touch and a sense of humor that allows him to disarm most people easily. Despite keeping his deeper feelings hidden, he remains enigmatic to some, much like the mysteries surrounding his powers. It's as if he carries the demeanor of someone who has experienced hardship but now appreciates life's blessings. Jack is deeply grateful for his second chance at life, even though he carries the weight of grief. However, this grief doesn't dampen his enthusiasm or zest for life; in fact, his infectious enthusiasm often uplifts those around him. He maintains a calm demeanor even in stressful situations, rarely panicking and always keeping his cool. With a self-sacrificial nature, Jack is willing and able to shield others from harm, whether in dire situations or in everyday tasks like helping with dishes after a dinner party. This selflessness sometimes leads to a hint of naivety, which some may attempt to exploit, although he has generally been fortunate in avoiding having his trust abused. Due to his life experiences, Jack is not materialistic. He views possessions as temporary and insignificant, adopting a naturalistic perspective where "stuff" holds little value. Consequently, he doesn't prioritize keeping up with trends or acquiring status symbols, as these things don't define his sense of self-worth or happiness.

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A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S A B I L I T I E S, L I M I T A T I O N S, & W E A K N E S S E S ________________________________________________________________________________________ H Y P E R H U M A N A B I L I T Y || Auto-Invulnerability __PRIMARY CLASSIFICATION || Assumed Esoteric __SECONDARY CLASSIFICATION || Impossible to confirm, but most likely somatic __POWER SCALE || 00 or 09, depending on which analyst you ask. __THREAT CLASSIFICATION || Ω Imagine a human who has never known injury, disease, sickness, or even an imbalanced diet. That's Jack. He is functionally and completely impervious to harm, with a persona that repels strikes, bites, bullets, telepathy, burns, and radiation alike. Moreover, he either has no need for sustenance, calories, sleep, water, or air, or he is significantly less dependent on these factors compared to normal humans. His muscles can be pushed to improve without experiencing lactic acid buildup or muscular fatigue. Jack never runs out of breath or shows signs of being worn out. The inner workings of Jack's powers are beyond measurement using conventional means, leaving experts to evaluate him solely based on his incredible feats. Over the past decade, Jack has demonstrated unwavering strength and endurance, showcasing one of the most efficient (HZE) powers ever encountered by organizations like HELP, PRCU, and the foundation. L I M I T A T I O N S || Knife's edge, the unknown factor. While Jack has never been harmed thus far, there's an inherent uncertainty surrounding his powers. It's hypothesized that if something were to hurt him, it would have to be of extraordinary magnitude, potentially resulting in catastrophic consequences. Despite his invulnerability, Jack is just an ordinary person in terms of physical capabilities. He's not akin to Captain America; while his strength is impressive, it's not superhuman. For instance, he might survive a nuclear warhead, but the physical force of such an explosion could still severely impact him, like a wet cloth tossed by the blast. W E A K N E S S E S || Cancer's a bitch. Jack doesn't have a classic Achilles' heel or a vulnerability like kryptonite, although there's a significant vulnerability inherent in the suppression of his powers. When his powers were temporarily suppressed, his body reverted to the state it was in when they first activated, which was on the brink of death. This implies that his underlying condition isn't cured but rather held at bay by his powers. Therefore, any compromise to his powers could lead to immediate mortality, especially considering his habit of consistently putting himself in harm's way. P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) P L O T ( S ) & G O A L ( S ) ________________________________________________________________________________________ A greaving man who's lost the love of her life, with powers that would alienate one from a good chunk of what it's like being human. When your heart is aching but you cannot feel pain from hitting your toe at the coffee table - how do you cope? Jack needs to figure out how he can cope with the hole in his heart, ideally without losing who he is and the appreciate for the life he spent so long incapable of living. The man is full of hope, joy and optimism in a life that's tried it's hardest to beat that out of him.

S K I L L S & T A L E N T S S K I L L S & T A L E N T S _________________________________________________________ S K I L L S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ S K I L L | Stunt-Coordination | Multiple years working as a stuntman, body double and stunt coordinator has given him a taste of the real thing. Nobody on the planet is able to take a punch better than he can. He possesses specialized martial art, dancing, driving, acting and general action-oriented skills as a result. ◼ S K I L L | Music | A mean fiddle-player with an acoustic guitar in his hand and a sorrow in his heart. His self-written love songs show he's bad at lyrics but he's able to convince anyone he meant it when he rhymed 'sweet as orange' with 'my heart is in storage'. ◼ S K I L L | First-Aid | When you cannot be hurt but you can't do much to fire-back, you learn how to get good at treating those that do get hurt. T A L E N T S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T A L E N T | Low-Affective | When your entire life has been spent without hope, dreading death almost as much as you dread life. You come to appreciate the ups when they finally come around. He says his 'flight or fight response' is turned off, leaving him with no heightened emotional state, no stress and no fatigue in hectic situations. Able to keep a cool head and make the most rational, to himself, decision at any given time. ◼ T A L E N T | Polyglot | Jack is capable of learning languages incredibly quickly and remakably easily compared to mundanes. A side-effect of his exclusively psycho-semantic need for sleep, which leaves him with a lot of extra time to learn. C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L C H A R A C T E R A R S E N A L _________________________________________________________ A T T I R E ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ T I T A N I U M R I N G || "The chink in my armor and my greatest strength" I T E M ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ B R A C E L E T || "Fuck Cancer" in simple, plastic beads. He makes them in his sparetime as he breaks quite a few. T O O L ( S ) ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ P H O N E || Smartphone in reinforced case. 11th phone he's used this year. A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S A D D I T I O N A L N O T E S _________________________________________________________ [+] - M I S C E L L A N E O U S ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ TBA. Probably. - P O S T C A T A L O G P O S T C A T A L O G _________________________________________________________ [+] - P O S T C A T A L O G ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ◼ -

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_{E N T E R I N G I N T O Y O U R F I N A L Y E A R, W H A T A D V I C E D O Y O U H A V E T O A N E W S T U D E N T?}

Advice? Well, first and foremost, don't drink the water in the lab!

Seriously though, my advice would be to make sure you enjoy your time here. It's undoubtedly one of the toughest phases of your life, but it's also incredibly enriching. These challenges will prepare you for anything. While we're in these walls, we have a sense of what to expect, but the world outside? It's a wild ride. Remember, if you're here, it's because you're exceptional. You're an asset to yourself, this school, and the world. It's easy to forget that when everyone around you seems to be extraordinary in their own way.

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When I started here, I wanted to delve into understanding myself better, what makes me tick, you know? But that idea flew out the window pretty much as soon as I walked in, haha. My initial hope was to grow in an environment free from discrimination, where I could just be me without the 'hyperhuman' label defining everything. It's ironic and maybe a bit contradictory to what I said earlier, but deep down, I came here seeking a sense of 'normalcy,' I suppose. As for changes? Well, everything changed.

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I'd ensure I never missed Taco Tuesdays in the cafeteria, for sure. I'd definitely take more thorough notes during Mr. Bordeaux's classes. If I only can choose one though, I'd choose the most important. I'd make sure to cherish every moment with her, especially those precious moments like... Well, you know, kissing her just one more time..."

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^{"Your soul versus mine. Let's see who can walk out of here."}

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Jason Todd, Qahir Al-Hamra ♦ Assassin Of The Supernatural♦ All Caste Headquarters.

O R I G I N S:

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^{"You guys wanna come at me all at once, or shall I kick your ass one at a time?"}

Jason Todd was never meant to be the boy wonder. The little soldier who could - the thug who got saved from a life of crime by a man in a bat-shaped cowl. He was never meant to be the young man who fought tooth and nail to save his own, and his mother's life from the hands of a madman. His destiny laid far beyond the grimy streets of Gotham. His identity was supposed to be more than the 'fucked up Robin'. This is an attempt at renditioning a Jason Todd who grew up, as the great cosmic theatre had ordained him to. As a pre-teen Jason was saved from a monster that had sniffed him out, something out of this world. Something that knew what he was, or what he would become. In doing so, he was brought before the All Caste, the secret order of warrior-monks and mystics who work in secret to keep the mortal realm safe from beings that would harbing the great darkness, the end of all life as humans have known it.

Jason's grew up being raised to be the champion of this guild, their greatest warrior, their wayward son. Ducra, the leader of the All-Caste would raise him as her own. The entire guild were to see to it that he would prepare his entire life for a final battle against the Untitled foes. He's not stoked on this idea, instead striking out as much as he can on his own, avoiding his responsibilities and taking the fights where they appear. Fighting supernatural and humans alike. Jason Todd is set loose onto the world with the skills of the All-Caste. His half-finished training, magical power, the temperance of youth and his own moral codex. He's out to do what's right, to ensure people are safe today. Not when destiny and the All Caste had ordained him. He's helping people and bringing evil to justice, not waiting to save the world in some prophesized showdown that's far beyond certain.

This is an attempt to write Jason as someone who's more open to inherit the fate that DC keeps teasing pushed ever since since Outlaws started in 2011. There's a whole bunch of smack-talking about Jason possessing this great magical-in-nature role in the universe, yet he extremely rarely steps up to it. This has always irked me. I'm aiming to write something that's a little closer to that mystic-ideal. A teenage hero who's struggling with the expectations of his elders, as well as being foreign to our mundane world in a desire for adventure and helping people. This is a tale of figuring out all the trials and tribulations the mortal and magical worlds offer the boy who could have been bat.

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"I'm not good, not bad. Just practical as hell." The dark haired boy said, as he entered the room through the window he had opened from the outside, removing the grey cloth hood that was secured over his face, tossing it back and letting it fall down to his shoulders, chucking the blowpipe and the pack of darts from his legs onto the makeshift bed in his side of the room. He pulled out the bloody knife from his other side, and started wiping it off. He walked towards the bathroom, as if he owned the place. The actual owner took notice.

"You keep saying that, but I disagree. You're real fuckin' bad at knocking, or respecting other people's privacy! I could've been masturbating, Jason! That's not very practical. I thought you said you were gonna blow town, by the way?! Gary cried out, as neurotic as always. Mr. Green was lying in his bed in his bedroom in his parents spacious apartment. Clearly unphased by Jason's behavior, beyond the rudeness of it all. Jason, cleaning himself off with a recently washed towel, which made Gary grit his teeth upon seeing such an expensive towel be wasted on washing away what he could only assume wasn't human blood.
"Ducra scried. Uh, sorry, called. Job's not done here. There's clearly still more magical influence left in this town, and she said 'it is of utmost importance young Qahir that you fulfill your promise to this life'. So you're stuck with me, bunk buddy. How did the thing go? Did your man win the duel?" Mimicking his guardian's ancient tongue as he chuckled, tossing his bag of things into the pullout-sofa on the other end of the room. Gary cracked a smile.
"Duel? No, it was a wrestling match. Josh got absolutely destroyed, though. His opponent was not normal, man, straight up built different, Josh had no chance." Gary caught his turn of phrase as he saw the look on his friends face change.
"Not normal you say? Did Josh's family prepare funerary rights after his destruction?" Jason pondered, turning towards his bag to start digging through his collection of magical trinkets. "No, Jason. It's not all monsters, man. It's just a figure of speech. The dude, Devin, was surprisingly good at wrestling, was all. Josh is fine. Bruised, his ego mostly." Jason nodded and started putting his things back in place.
"Oh. I got you. Thanks, I'm still struggling with all of the modern slang. Teenagers used to say 'Schway' last I was in the states."
"Nobody has ever said 'Schway', Jason. Not even in backwaters Gotham, I refuse to believe that." They both laughed.
Jason finished changing out of his dirty clothes and emerged 15 minutes later in a normal outfit. a graphic Tee, a stonewashed pair of jeans and a pair of 'fun socks' that Gary insisted on were cool. Seeing his friend on his phone, he cleared his throat. "Wanna leave your digital oracle device behind? Come play The Nintendo with me dude." Gary laughed, life was never boring with Jason around, that's for sure.

Some time later.

Gary laid in the mud as the rain poured over him, scared witless, his palms facing down into the dirt. He was injured, surface level wounds. His eyes looked up, first seeing his own wounded knee and then higher yet. In front of him, the deformed body of an oversized teenage boy was kneeling, black goo oozing out of his mouth, ears and one eye. He was mumbling something in a language Gary did not comprehend. Above him, stood Jason, holding the awe-inspiring, flaming golden sword, the All-blade to the monsters throat with one hand. The twin of the blade was protruding through the monster's chest. Jason was panting, bleeding a little. His clothes worn, the rain felt heavy on his skin.

"Devin's built different no more. Go in peace, lost soul." His tone was harsh, vengeful. With a clean swipe the glowing sword used the power of Jason's own soul to vanquish the long-dead teenager's head from the vessel that now possessed his body, ending his torture and sending the boy's soul onto the next life. Gary's life had gotten so much more complicated since he met Jason Todd.

S U P P O R T I N G C A S T:

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Allies:

• Ducra [Surrogate Mother. Looks like she's mostly a tree.]
• Essence [Step-Sister, heir to the All Caste. The original Goth GF.]
• S'aru the Proctor [Trauma-Holder. Gatekeeper. Either 4000 year old or 14. Impossible to decide.]
• Gary Green [Best Friend, regular human with completely irregular loyalty]
  
  Enemies:
• Suzie Su [World's fattest mob boss]
• Ma'Gunn. [Shittiest babysitter]
• Akila [Pissed off Amazon. The warrior kind, not the package delivery kind.]
• The Untitled [Too ugly to have a real name]
• Underbelly [OK, you got me. Actually world's fattest mob boss.]
  
  God I wish I could have or someone would play:
• Illyana Rasputin, Magik. [New and improved Goth GF?]
• Sorcerer Supreme [Borrow the sling ring?]
• Dr. Fate [Helm would look better in red.]
• Ra's Al-Ghul. [Oh, matching Arabic-name-thing.]

P O S T C A T A L O G:

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Redder they are, the harder they fall. #1 - 5
Dead, Dead, Oh, You're all Dead. #1 - 3.
Honey, I Revived the kids #1-2.
Jason Todd Versus Dick Grayson; Who the hell are you and why did you steal my shorts?! #1.
I'll be damned if my best friend is going to die because he was dumb enough to trust me #1-3
Mighty Gary Green and the Sorcerer Supreme; My Best Friend Is The Chosen One #1-4.
Hello home, hello bed #1.
Redder Deader Redemptioner; A sword can't save the world. Bring two. Part 1 & 2.