Afro Samurai

DC Unlimited 2.0 (Titans / JLU / Open World RP)

Saban Het, the new Doctor Fate

Player Name:
Afro Samurai

Primary Character:
Doctor Fate

Secret Identity:
Saban Het

Status:
JLU

Age:
26.

City:
Metropolis.

Day Job:
Full time League member.

Powers:

Mystic Bolts: Saban can harness magic in the form of streamlined energy which can breach defenses natural and mystical. It is his primary mode of offense.

Flight: Standard.

Spellcasting: The helm grants him access to a myriad of spells granted by the intuitive knowledge of Nabu himself.

• Binding: Saban can bind mystical beings (demons, angels, fairies, among other things) within the confines of a mystical circle for an indefinite amount of time. He can also create actual mythical chains with which to detain mystical beasts of most kind. Should it be necessary, he can use binding spells against normal people as well.
• Summoning: Fate can summon creatures from other dimensions to fight for him; he does so at the risk of not being able to send these creatures back to their own dimension if not done correctly.
• Banishment: He can banish otherworldly beings back to the realms from which the creatures came.
• Wards: Fate can erect massive magical shields and wards which rebuff corruptive and other forms of offensive magic cast against himself or an ally. These wards can sometimes prevent certain magics from functioning within them altogether, though this is rarely the case.

Telekinesis: Fate is also a powerful telekinetic, able to move and shift items with and without magic enchantment. The limits of his telekinesis extends to large buildings several tons in size.

Divine Empowerment: As the only one who knows Ra’s true name, Fate can grant boons to allies--or himself--against magical attacks. At its strongest, he can temporarily make someone immune to the effects of magic, but Fate himself remains unconscious until the spell wears off after a few minutes.

Energy Resistance: Fate does not have much in the way of physical invulnerability, even with the items of Fate; instead, Fate’s survivability is owed to his ability to tank many types of energy both natural and mystic.

Enchanted Armor: The armor of Fate allows Saban the ability to survive in the midst of mystical storms, traps, and wards. It also affords him a resistance to life-force draining.

Weaknesses:

A Man: He is a human when he does not have the helmet on.

Still learning: He is still learning how to properly wield the affinities afforded him by the helmet.

Anti-Magic: There are many ways to stop the sources of sorcery, as all energies have a tether to the regular world and when those artifacts and means are gone the magic ceases alongside the destruction of those means.

Loss of the Helmet: Without the helmet, he cannot channel his magic with the same efficiency as when he has it with him.

Even Fate Is Not Steady: One’s ability to wield magic is closely tied to the physical limits of one’s body, and the strain which using magic puts on one’s body makes spellcasting taxing on the body. Saban will grow tired and he must rest lest he succumb to fatigue.

Skills:

Archaeology: Saban was an archaeology student before he became a League member and he has great knowledge of earthen structures, artifacts, and history.

Mysticism: Saban has spent his life studying the ways of the occult, and has a wealth of knowledge about spells, tomes, and other magic artifacts.

Cooking: He is a good cook.
Appearance:

Saban, normal

BRIEF Bio:
Saban Het came from a long line of homo-magi whose power was come upon through their avid archaeological exhumations of ancient artifacts across the planet. As searchers of the mystic, the Hets became proficient magicians and their progeny were said to have latent magical abilities. In search of a successor, the aging Kent Nelson branded Saban; this branding led Saban to Kent himself. He was taken and trained with Kent when Kent was not on League missions.

Desiring something else, Saban requested leave from the Titans and went to gradschool.

In the battle with Doomsday the original wielder of the Helmet of Nabu, Kent Nelson, was killed. As cleanup crews arrive in the aftermath of the battle, the helmet is discarded along with other rubble and marked as ‘debris’. Before it is transported to be disposed of in landfill with the rest of the debris from the battle, the helmet seeks out its new successor.

The night after the the Doomsday battle, the helmet finds Saban in his home and rests ominously atop his shelf. Saban feels the call of the helmet in his sleep, visions of Kent’s death plague him in the night and he awakes to see the helmet. Knowing what is required of him, Saban dons the helmet and assumes the mantle of Doctor Fate, Lord of Order.

Supporting Characters:
(Will add as I learn of them).

Secondary Character: None.

Additional Notes:

My knowledge of Doctor Fate is near nihil; as I read through his series and appearances, I hope my portrayal of him improves.

DC Unlimited 2.0 (Titans / JLU / Open World RP)

Mr. Terrific

Sengoku Space Opera

T H E L O T U S

G E N Z O K U P L A Z A

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^{? ??? | Night | Hakuto, Planetside}

Jiryu scissored half-breaths as he ran across the rooftops which hung high over Genzoku Plaza. Backlit sun toasted his skin and sweat barreled down the back of his neck; as he neared the edge of a massive shopping center rooftop he prepared to leap. One foot set his balance, the next was his gather, and with the third he soared across the cavity between the two buildings. The red keikogi and hood puffed as he sailed along the long gap and he landed with a roll. From his waist he drew a kunai; a twist of his body and he hurled the projectile with an efficiency gained by only the finest shinobi, for that is what Jiryu of the White Tiger clan was.

Kuroguro had his path impeded by the hurling ninja star, a twist of his body within three seconds of impact helped deter a fatal wound, but still shredded Kuro’s own indigo keikogi along the right arm and left a horizontal open wound to trail blood down his garb's side. He had to re-adjust the angle of his own leap; a roof turbine vent is where he made his new launch pad. Ascending it with a few less-than-calculated-steps, the Lotus leapt high and propelled himself along the same gap over which Jiryu had conquered some seconds before. Kuro landed with a roll and a grunt; he was not as nimble or as fast as the shinobi who was ten years his junior, and his body was letting him know in the most subtle ways these days.

Kuro rose from the ground; Jiryu of the White Tiger had taken off already. He was nearly across the length of a much wider roof when Kuro pulled a kunai of his own, the blade face etched with an eagle; it was the one with which Kuro never missed, or so the legend went. Between his index and middle finger he clutched the throwing dagger and bent his elbow back and then when he had it properly knocked, he let the kunai fly. Its trajectory was blinding, the mechanical ease with which Kuro moved through the throwing motion helped him eject and spring the kunai at a speed which appeared superhuman to the untrained eye. It was not true that he always got his target with this particular kunai but it was true that over the years his hit and miss ratio was above somewhere in the sixty fifth percentile. How shallow and embellished did word of mouth become.

Jiryu of the White Tiger had a kunai pinned in his shoulder blade before he knew it, and the pain which trounced up his spine and back down both of his legs and then settled into the soles of his feet made him drop and fumble on hand and knees. Dust marked the point of Jiryu’s collapse, and from behind it, the Lotus appeared. Hood and fukumen shrouding the ebony man’s face still. Jiryu rolled over and crab-crawled backwards.

“Hurry up and do it! Lord Onaga will fight you Koga dogs to the de--” near impregnable black smoke rose from between Jiryu and Lotus. Both coughed, almost in sync. From the pit of the smoke rose a figure, a man who who was clad in a business suit, bearing a NobuZai signet; his hand was made of metal. Before Kuro could make sense of what happened and the smoke had cleared, the NobuZai agent and Jiryu of the White Tiger had disappeared into the night.

Streetlights flashed below, all Kuro could see was a red keikogi bounced against the melanoid night. He pulled his hood and fukumen from his face and let out a deep breathe; his breathing was rapid and he was hyped on adrenaline. How he would relay to Lord Izanagi how his prey had gotten away concerned him briefly; what had his attention more were the cup of noodles and the ice bath he was about to take when he got home.

The Young Avengers: Probation

Aight

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

M A H A R A

S H I R U T A, K H A N D A Q

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^{January 1st, 2052 | 0500 Hours | Shiruta, Kahndaq, Egypt, Africa}

Mahara lay awake in her bed; sun peeked through satin purple curtains. She rolled over. Her helmet lay beside her bed, the rest of her armor in a armory case on the far end of the room. It was drill time yet again, but only with the newest of the duwain. Basic drills. A run across the desert. Ample water abound, she would not let them pass out. It was, after all, their first morning on the job. After their run, she would have them work formations and tactics: pincer, bullhorn, hammer, anvil. Then they could rest. She had preparing of her own to do.

She rose and collected herself. Basic hygeine taken care of, she donned her armor and blade and moved outside to speak to the small gathering of recruits who stood bracing themselves in the cold winter wind. There were a few hundred of them, and beside the general stood her captain, Faruq. Faruq was a lithe young man, some years her junior; black pupils scanned the faces of these men and women with more scorn than Mahara could ever muster. After some dramatic silence, Mahara spoke to the teeth-chattering soldiers who braved these gelid desert sands.

”Welcome to your first day; you will not enjoy it. You will come out of it better soldiers, soldiers worthy of fighting for your country and your people! ^{If you don’t die, that is!} the captain to my left is your supervising officer. Any complaints, you take them to him. Any disputes… there will be no disputes; we do not tolerate infighting here, understood? Good.” she gave a warm smile to them all, “come back in one piece, soldiers, your country needs you.” she turned, her matte black helmet clutched against her hip.

Back to her quarters, she sat on her bed and discarded the gauntlets of her armor to her side. Both hands ran down her face; she stared up at Kahndaq’s flag which was plastered on the wall next to her bed. She loved her country and her father, and she would go to any length to protect it--it did not mean that she rested well. Each night there was the stress of the future; another task, another assignment. There were the spirits most of all; visions of the tombs she had not visited in years, calling to her. Lucid accompaniments of her body mummified, wrapped in a black sarcophagus. She rose, he paced.

She was too settled. Action always dulled her. A knock on her door; it was one of the many courier girls who ran messages to and fro the King, who was her father, and herself. Her name was Farrah. She was but ten years Mahara’s junior; Mahara listened to the girl’s message,

“Your father wishes to see you, my lady.” Mahara gave the girl a firm nod, playing the social strata as it should be. Some leftover dolma sat wrapped in plastic atop her desk; she gave the girl one of the seran wrapped rolls and with a wave of her hand, she sent the girl away.
”What now?”

@MrDidact

DC Unlimited 2.0 (Titans / JLU / Open World RP)

Played it sparingly a few years ago, from what I played and heard it's pretty mediocre and nothing special. Cover art was cool though.

@Chain

Entirely unrelated, I'm just here to say hail the mighty Viktor Vaughn DOOM.

Justice League: Shadow of the Gods (Always Open)

Mahara Adam

M A H A R A

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Mahara Adam

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None.

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29.

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Kahndaq, Egypt, Africa.

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Legion of Doom.

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General of Kahndaq’s Army.
Liaison.

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Mahara is well built, her frame sturdy and strong. She is tall, standing at 6’0. Under her father’s tutelage, Mahara has seen rigorous physical training regimen. She is not a physical powerhouse. For garment, she favors embroidered cloaks with arrays of colors. When commanding or in training, she wears battlearmor. Otherwise, one will always find her in kokos or other traditional royal guard.

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Ancestral Black Magic
Mahara has studied the mysticism of her homeland since the beginning of the Second Cold War. Her father’s forays into the mystic have been passed down to her. She uses the tomes, scrolls, and incantations uncovered in the crypts and catacombs of Egypt to cast violent magic spells and speak to spirits.

Wards and Shields: Mahara can erect mystical barriers and wards which disintegrate other spells and natural projectiles once contact with her shields are made. These shields are small and can only be used for her own protection. With sufficient physical force, her shields will falter.

Flame of Apep: Lifted from ancient hieroglyph, this spell--induced by ancient Coptic language-- produces a black flame which burns until the spell is uttered again and is extinguished. This spell can be directed at one person or several--the latter is requires a significant amount of her mana pool. It is Mahara’s only spell which is always passively active and is a constant drain on her mana pool. It is also the one she uses the most as a result.

Eyes of Hequet: When active, both of Mahara’s eyes twist into a yellow-blue; with this spell cast, Mahara can manipulate facets of terrain. For instance, she can transmute the ground beneath someone’s feet into quicksand. When changing the structure of a terrain, she can only change the terrain to something within that specific element (i.e. she can change sand into hardened earth or mud) or in the case of non-natural terrain like a metal floor, she can revert the space beneath an individual (or a group’s) feet into its former state (i.e. revert a metal floor into its heated state before it cooled). This spell is a rarity and when she does use it, it requires her to rest for weeks at a time.

Blade of Isis: A razor sharp blade which allows her to cut through a myriad of things. It is breakable and cannot rend through those whose skin is superhumanly tough.

Telekinesis: She can lift heavy objects (a small car). Most of the time she uses her telekinesis to maneuver small objects and subtly push and pull opponents about while in the course of battle.

Half-mortal: Mahara’s genes have been altered by the magic coursing through her father’s veins. Born from union with the immortal Black Adam and a human mother, Mahara ages slower than a normal human.

Enhanced Stamina: Resulting from her body’s rigorous martial training and her father’s magic, Mahara does not tire quick as normal humans. Her body can operate for up to one day without ceasing before she must rest for three to four days.

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A human: Aside from her sorcery, Maha is is still part human. She can be killed through conventional means. She needs to eat, sleep, breathe, etc.

Still learning: While a powerful sorcerer, Thema is no master by any means and she can be outdone by someone who is more powerful or more experienced, or both.

Arrogant: She has inherited her father's haughty and proves stubborn when given council which diverges from her own.

Not endless: Mahara has something of a mana pool which she must maintain with rest and sustenance and so she cannot cast her spells consistently and most of her spells require a great deal of her mana to cast.

Nightmares: She suffers from persistent night terrors. The stress of her charge has robbed her of a many a night of sleep, and has made her unnerved and a little paranoid.

With a Price: Mahara can--when her mana is low--supplicate the aid of ancient Egyptian spirits to temporarily boost her mana or allow her to cast spells quicker (but with less efficiency). Should she choose to call on these ancestral spirits, she may find herself drawing closer to the land of the dead or possessed by one of the spirits.

Fear of failure: As understatement, her father is a hard and unforgiving man to his enemies and to those who fail him. Maha, as a result, is a perfectionist. She fears her father and from that fear is often driven to rash decisions which are not always the smartest. Her fear of failure also exacerbates her anxiety.

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Born to Teth Adam and his second wife, Mahara was bred from birth to be her father’s successor--to be the beginning of her father’s desperate attempts at a family. Adam and his second wife had multiple children, few of which survived. Her father believed it was a curse from that Wizard, one in a many tricks to bring destruction to that thing which the Wizard could no longer control--Adam himself. Zealous, Adam rushed his daughter through her childhood. Out of her he made a warrior, one in his own tyrannical image.

Adam’s plans--and his attitude--changed when the Second Cold War happened. Kahndaq, as the bridge between the Middle East and other African nations, was caught right in the middle. Afraid of what would happen to his second wife and his newest attempt at a family for himself, Adam softened his approach. The change came late, for he had bred a seed which was nearly him reborn. The Legion of Doom came to Kahndaq’s door, and Mahara--now old enough to be part of her father’s affairs--stood by her father’s side as open war raged across Kahndaq and other parts of Africa.

Bearing sword and armor, Mahara joins her father’s army and participates in the first campaign to repel the invasions into the Egyptian region and,subsequently, Kahndaq territory by the Neo-Thanagarians in 2047. In the Battle of Shiruta, the Kahndaqi army’s defense of the capital city, Mahara is injured in battle and returns home. It is during her recovery period that she discovers the truth of her father’s power and begins delving into ancestral magic.

As her father deals with matters of the Council of Light and employs another general to lead his army, Mahara studies the magic of her home. She reads, she learns ancient Coptic--the language of the eldest purported mages in the land. More, she takes up exploration, and with the state appointed archaeology team she excavates and studies the objects inside the tombs and crypts of long dead souls. Her forays into the magic of the dead activates the mana in her blood. Her tampering with the underworld becomes the first of her fatal errors.

For her meddling, she is cursed with terrors. What some call lucid dreams, she knows as ancestral vengeance. Those who disrespect the dead are haunted by them, as Mahara is. In her quest for power, she finds no more rest. Awake nearly all the time, Mahara’s psyche teeters. She becomes stringent, brash, sometimes completely irrational. When the spirits are assuaged, and she does rest, she does not learn her lesson and spends her waking hours investigating the secrets of the other side.

In mid 2047, once Mahara has recovered from her injury, Black Adam returns home from his long hiatus while dealing with Council business. Around the same time, Mahara re-joins her father’s army and participates in Kahndaq’s conquest of the Egyptian region, fighting in battles against the Neo-Thanagarians along the Sinai Peninsula, Cairo, Thebes, Alexandria, and Giza. Mahara uses her newound sorcery to turn tides in battles and helps the Khandaqi army stand against the Neo-Thanagarian offenses in Egypt. Her efforts are not enough to see the Kahndaqi's successful in pushing back the Neo-Thanagarians thanks to their anti-magic technology. Nonetheless, She rises through the ranks of the army, and learns from the then field general, Amon Farriq-awwal Hayaar, the ways of leading and conducting military organization and tactics.

As the outright fighting subsides during the early years of the new decade, the Kahndaqi army, under Amon's direction, changes with the tide of the war. No more displays of brute force, the army now has to adapt to the espionage, infiltration, lying. Amon--just as out of his element as the rest of Kahndaq--struggles to adjust the militant nation to one of black ops. When Amon is assassinated in 2052, Mahara is elevated to general of the army. Mahara is, like Amon, left trying to figure out how to adapt to this new age of covert warfare--all with tumultuous results.

And this new world brought her no peace, and in fact only causes her more stress. Her nightmares persist, and beneath the pressure of living up to her father’s expectation, she finds herself crumbling.

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_{[ ◈ ] S O U R C E}

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Europa Universalis 4, Black Adam, The Warriors by J. Glenn Gray.

Caravan: Resurrection

^{The Rise of Kul}

Smor’Gen’Blok

Za’Kul’s shoulders relaxed. He could breathe. His father always had a way of maintaining his calm; it was almost like he had a soothing aura about him. It was just from his experience. Za’Kul rose to his feet. There would be no war, but there would have to be osme repercussions, surely? What was next for Za’Kul and his clan?

He also wondered what was next for his father; Ha’Kul was older, near the end of the life cycle even as a Lok’Sha. It worried him just slightly. Za’Kul trailed his father,

“What next for us then, Pa?”

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

I think I’m gonna make a young-ish Jedi Knight/Padawan, if someone wants to make a Master to go along with them. Just let me know, could be cool!

@Amaranth

certainly would

Star Wars - The Old Republic: Legacy

interest