Aku the Samurai

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

[ 𝑅𝒾 𝓁 𝑒𝓎 ]

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Riley tuned out much of what was said after the assistant director’s explanation, keeping an eye on the mushroom man’s reaction to everyone’s words. It made its thoughts on the activity they were meant to do, and humans in general, quite clear. They weren’t very positive things, considering how it said they treated it, though it decided to take part regardless of its hang-ups. He couldn’t blame it, really. Humans could be quite terrible to each other, let alone things that weren’t like them. And despite some differences, heroes were human too.

The leftover’s disappearing act caught his interest and also gave him a bit of an idea. He would have to put it into action later, but he didn’t mind a little waiting.

His thoughts were interrupted by Rupa waltzing up to Stray and laying out the terms of a bet over.... twelve dollars, eighty-seven cents and a loyalty card? And the man took her up on it. He was watching a hyperactive teenage weirdo about to compete with a hobo for twelve dollars.

.... That was just sad.

Most of the gathered people left in short order after the declaration, including Ms. Duff, though Riley lingered around the area for a few moments longer. It was a good thing too, as he noticed something near the shore where the AD had just headed towards.

What was going on over there?

Riley’s question was answered in short order, but not in the way he expected. First, he watched as she conversed with a pale man he couldn’t quite see. His hands were covered with something Riley immediately recognised as a product of the woman’s power. A fact that didn’t bode well. His eyes widened as he watched something jump out of the water and attack Emily, dropping her to the ground with a touch of its tendrils.

The bag in his hand crumpled.

Ho? About time something happened. Maybe he’d–

Just then, the giant woman from before walked by with steps that covered more ground than an elephant's—at least, he thought she was walking. She was moving faster than he was in any case.

She got to the shore quite quickly, being ten metres tall and all, and proceeded to do.... absolutely nothing. Instead, she, rather obviously, asked the obvious strangers what had happened to the unconscious lady that they clearly didn’t care about.

Riley paused, his brows furrowing.

.... was she stupid?

“Are you stu–ugh, never mind,” Riley interrupted himself, sighing and dragging his eyes away from the oblivious giant. He fixed his gaze upon the two intruders, crunching the crystal ball in his mouth.

“So....” Riley dragged the word out nonchalantly, his eyes flickering between the two, noting the stark differences in their appearances. Still, dissimilitude or not, they both looked nefarious enough that they probably couldn’t make it any more obvious that they were the bad guys if they tried. It was almost humorous, if not for the implications. For a brief moment, the energy within Riley’s body spilt out, the air around him warping from the sheer heat.

“What are you two up to?”

Digimon: Let's Kick It Up! (Closed)

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Digimon: Let's Kick It Up! (Closed)

Tokyo - Japan

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Aoi was conflicted.

It wasn’t exactly an uncommon feeling for him, especially as of late, but this was different, in more ways than one. He was a thinker by nature, despite his father’s efforts to train it out of him. Thinking things through before jumping into any situation was only natural. Or, it should have been. He’d followed along with the dinosaur creature on a whim, but now that he had gotten over his wonder at the situation, he was faced with a sudden thought.

What was he doing?

Really, he probably should have asked that question before hopping onto a giant orange dinosaur. It was.... out-of-character for him to be so impulsive, and yet, it was almost exh–

“Hey, you’re being real quiet up there.”

Ah. He was, wasn’t he?

“.... Sorry.”

The dinosaur merely huffed and picked up speed, prompting Aoi to tighten his grip on the spike on its shoulder. Aoi was quiet for a moment, and then his lips parted to ask a question.

“.... What was that?”

The ceratosaurid grumbled before speaking, “IceDevimon. I’ve been hunting him for a while now. Didn’t think my Digidestined would be there, though. We’re both lucky I found you first.”

Aoi stayed silent for a few moments more as the sentence registered in his mind. Most of what it was talking about flew right over his head, but he got the gist of things. Logically, he knew he should have a stronger reaction to the absolute insanity that was occurring before his eyes, but.... he was never very good at that. There was still one more thing, though.

“What’s your name?”

The dinosaur rumbled briefly and it took Aoi a moment to realise it was laughing. Had he said something funny? He didn’t think so.

“About time you asked.”

Was it?

A burning orange eye turned to him and Aoi was once again struck by the enormity of the creature he was seated upon. He supposed it hadn't quite hit yet, mostly due to the abruptness of the situation he'd found himself in. The very way he'd seen the world his entire life had been irreversibly altered in the span of five minutes. His eyes wavered, but he didn't have much more time to dwell on those thoughts.

“I’m GeoGreymon. And don’t you forget it.”

Aoi was quiet once again after the introduction. He took another long look at his new companion and blinked in confusion.

What was so grey about it...?

Another rumble quickly shook him from his thoughts. It was laughing again.

Aoi didn’t understand why.

Unfortunately, before he could ponder it any further, he felt GeoGreymon start to slow down, and a quick look upwards revealed why. There was a building with a hole in the back, which was strange enough on its own, and made even stranger by the sounds coming from inside. It didn't sound familiar, but apparently, his companion either didn't notice the difference or didn't care, as it barged into the building—which Aoi idly noticed was an arcade—without much care.

Aoi ducked his head to avoid the tumbling bricks as GeoGreymon burst through the hole in the wall, making it bigger on the way. Once the dust cleared from his vision, he took in the sight before him. A small group of people and some other creatures were being terrorised by a.... a.... a dragon? It was the best descriptor Aoi could think of at the moment, but it did seem to fit quite well. If only it–

“Ah,” Aoi uttered as GeoGreymon lifted him from its shoulder and placed him carefully on the floor. With him now out of the way, the ceratosaurid charged at the dragon thing to intercept its attack.

“HORN IMPULSE!”

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

[ 𝑅𝒾 𝓁 𝑒𝓎 ]

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A scavenger hunt?

Ugh. If he'd known this was what they had planned, he would have still been passed out in his room. That would still have been a better use of his time than this, in any case. Why would he bother wasting time scavenging for irrelevant facts that he could easily learn by himself at literally any other time? Crystals crunched between Riley's teeth and he swallowed reflexively. Another chocolate bar followed in short order, dissolving like ice upon his tongue.

He crossed his arms and frowned, annoyance creasing his brow. If this was–

Oh?

Riley looked on with fascination as Emily brought out the "prizes". Mood plants were foreign to him, and while they didn't seem to have much use at first glance—detecting someone's mood held little obvious practicality—that didn't stop his interest. He wondered how they accomplished such a feat—chemicals, maybe? Or perhaps, something more esoteric. Leftovers were intriguing to him in more ways than one; beings mutated by the same event that cursed blessed humanity with godlike powers. As beautiful as they were terrifying. Maybe this scavenger hunt wouldn't be an entirely useless endeavour, if the prizes were any indication.

"You should have started with that. I almost walked off."

The AD's final request for no conflict went mostly unanswered, though not necessarily ignored. Riley had no reason or desire to start a fight, and hopefully, none of the others did either. It also wouldn't serve any real purpose beyond antagonising potential teammates. The last part of Emily's sentence, however, did not escape his notice.

.... Another day? Well, if that wasn't ominous.

The mushroom-thing among them didn't seem very enthused about the reward for the scavenger hunt, though. It had quite a strong reaction to the display of the mood plants, actually. It made Riley curious of what else could get a reaction out of it.

He gave the Leftover a glance, then his eyes fell to the spores it shed and he grimaced. Even inhuman monstrosities littered?

Again. Ugh.

A casual flick of a finger was all it took to get rid of the fallen spores, their very being dissolving like snowflakes in the sunlight. Then, he turned his attention to their source.

"Everything's made of the same thing. Far as I'm concerned, there is no difference between them and a dog."

A half-truth, but one that would hopefully satisfy his burgeoning curiosity.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

[ 𝑅𝒾 𝓁 𝑒𝓎 ]

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A pale hand rose to meet an equally pale face, stifling a small yawn.

Riley blinked the tiredness from his eyes as he sat up and stretched languidly, sighing at the satisfying pops in his joints. A dull ache spread throughout his body after the fact and he winced. That was surely a sign to start sleeping more like a normal person if he'd ever felt one. Easier said than done, though, as it were. Rest was a secondary concern at present, at least until he'd made more headway than just not having things blow up in his face anymore.

Especially when he was this close to a breakthrough. Close, of course, simply meaning he was a mere micrometre closer to accomplishing what he’d set out to do a few days ago in a fit of boredom. It sounded less impressive than it actually was.

Still, progress was progress.

His eyes drifted to the small, innocuous object lying on his desk. It was an unadorned, 5cmx5cm, cube of solid tungsten. For now, at least.

Riley heaved a sigh and tossed the cube aside, its visage shifting into oak wood as it fell. He kicked back from the desk, his chair teetering just shy of falling over. A frown tugged on his lips as he gazed down at the unfamiliar device in his hands.

Before being moved into H.E.R.O. One, everything he’d brought with him to Castleburg had been confiscated, including the smartphone she gave him. The replacement he’d been given was subpar in more ways than one, but he could deal. It was a small price to pay for keeping his promise, all things considered.

He had no intention of going back on his word, but he had to admit the idea was getting more tempting by the minute.

As if on some kind of cue, Riley’s smartwatch lit up with a message from Director Powers.

"Attention, heroes. I need a group of you to assist me at the Johnstone Convention Center. If you are available, please come and–"

Riley didn’t bother listening to the rest, switching off his smartwatch without a second thought. He rested his chin in the crook of his elbow with a soft sigh, gazing idly at the ticking clock on the wall.

Today was supposed to be his H.E.R.O. debut, but he wasn’t feeling particularly festive. He never did. He and crowds didn’t mix well, for obvious reasons. He knew he had a tight leash on things, but “twice the pride, double the fall“.... or something like that. Besides, showing off at the whims of his H.E.R.O. overlords didn’t exactly appeal to him, and it was optional, no? There was no reason to go if he didn’t want to....

....

.... Riley sighed again. He couldn’t keep avoiding everything forever.

Without much thought, he pushed himself off from his chair and glanced at his reflection in the full-body mirror.

Dishevelled. That was the first word to come to his mind when he saw himself; bags under his eyes, hair even messier than usual and the colour of his nails almost entirely faded away. The next word–

“.... Ugh.”

It took very little time for Riley to get himself perfectly in order, and he gave himself another once-over to ensure everything was in its rightful place before heading out. Indifferent to the chill of the winter season, he simply wore an oversized black hoodie with a cat logo emblazoned on the front over a t-shirt, dark jeans and sandals to let his nails dry. His eyes wandered and he considered the mask sitting on his bed for a moment.

It wouldn’t hurt.

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Riley squinted up at the sky as he made his way out of the building. It was overcast today and most people would call it cold out. He couldn’t relate to that.

Shoving a tiny bar of chocolate past his lips, Riley turned his musings to more important matters as he chewed.

Whatever the director had planned for whoever decided to join him didn’t matter. The seminar that would take place on the island required the least amount of effort to attend, so that was the one he chose to attend. Riley had no real interest in either event, but that was the lesser of two evils in his eyes.

Then Riley laid his eyes on the eclectic group he was meant to join. And he used the term very loosely. They were basically just a bunch of floating atoms without even–

Hold on.

He blinked away the weirdness and gave the group another look, seeing them as they were supposed to be this time.

The first one was a girl dressed almost entirely in white, with dark hair and really green eyes. Her face looked carved from ice, and yet.... hm. He recognised her, of course, though he'd never met her in person. Dahlia, a former member of Death Bouquet. Riley wasn't one to curse people out, but they were a right group of witches. She was different, from what he had been told.

He'd form his own opinion on that.

The next girl was younger, with long greyish hair, but she had a similar air around her. They weren't related, as far as he knew, so it was probably just an odd coincidence. He knew of her too, though she was of a different sort. Her powers were familiar, but they didn't compare.

The third girl was interesting. It hit a little too close to home for his taste, so he had avoided that one. Her name was Rupa Sterling, as she'd just embarrassingly shouted to the heavens moments ago.

The fourth one was a guy, Joseph Moore. His powers were terribly interesting, but as much as Riley wanted to pester him about it, he restrained himself. There would be time for that later.

Then there were the others.

Standing out from the group of normies was a giant woman dressed in.... spandex(?)—well, something like it, at least—and a walking, talking mushroom thing—a leftover. He thought those were kill on sight.

What kind of freakshow did he just walk into? Riley couldn't help but wonder.

The irony was not lost on him.

Finally, his eyes fell on the woman of the hour, Emily Duff. And what a woman she was. In his completely unbiased opinion, of course. Riley sighed, popping another piece of chocolate into his mouth. If only she wasn't one of them.

"You're the AD, right? Let's get this over with."

Reborn in a Fantasy World, This Time I Shall...!

Sylva

Town of the Undead

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Sylva wasn’t exactly sure how much damage he’d be able to do with what was essentially a sturdy plank. It had been more of an afterthought than anything else when he’d taken it with him, but now that he was facing down a group of armoured zombies, it was starting to hit how woefully unprepared he was. It didn’t help that the undead weren’t nearly as “braindead” as he’d first thought.

His grip tightened on his makeshift weapon, his knuckles whitening, but it wasn’t fear that made his heart race, made his blood rush and his hands quiver.

Here’s to hoping his batting skills weren’t too rusty.

The first zombie that walked into his range earned a strike to its unarmoured shin. The limb snapped a bit easier than he expected, and the shambling undead collapsed to the ground. Of course, that wasn’t enough to kill it. Even without being able to walk, it was still crawling towards him unceasingly.

Sylva cocked his arms back and swung downwards as hard as he could, bashing its head in once, twice, thrice, to make sure that it was completely dead. Deader? Un-undead? He had to find a word for that some–

Sylva’s eyes widened and he hastily raised his plank just in time to block a slash from one of the other zombies and winced as the blade cleaved almost entirely through the wood in one hit. He immediately released the plank—farewell—and stepped out of range of the zombie’s sword.

Well, that sucked. Now, he was out a weapon.

Suddenly, Sora shouted something and the zombie approaching Sylva halted. It was just for a moment, but it gave Sylva enough time to grab the rusted sword dropped by the first undead—he hoped his glove was enough to protect him from tetanus!—and swing it up at the second one.

@VitaVitaAR @RolePlayerRoxas @SilverPaw @PKMNB0Y

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Fallout

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FALLOUT

"I'm not here to win. I just want to make sure you lose."

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[ NAME ]

Riley Basilov

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Fallout

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Ley, Chernobyl, ЯE@CT0R

[ AGE ]

17-19

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. (Probationary), LeNSec

[ APPEARANCE ]

A young man of Irish descent standing at the average height for his age with a slender and athletic build developed from a lifetime of physical activity, Riley often stands out even when he doesn't really try to. He has a fair complexion, bright blue-green eyes and relatively short, messy black hair with long, framing bangs. Various scars mar his forearms and back, which he usually keeps covered, though not out of any sense of self-consciousness, and his fingernails are painted black. He always wears a pair of silver dog tags with the names scratched out.

Civilian Attire: Riley has never been one to be overly concerned with fashion in any capacity. His casual clothing usually consists of whatever he has available at the time, without favouring any particular style, which usually means wearing a comfortable hoodie adorned with random logos, jeans and sneakers. Since he doesn't get cold, he often wears simple T-shirts in the winter for convenience's sake.

Hero Attire: While he rarely wears it, the current costume that Riley utilises is made from a highly radiation-absorbent material, and covers most of his body, with white gloves that leave much of his fingers exposed. To keep his identity concealed, he wears a customised respirator that covers the lower half of his face.

ЯE@CT0R

Whenever he shows himself using this alias, Riley dresses in an oversized black jacket and matching jeans, with biohazard symbols on the sleeves and chest. He also wears a full-face mask that significantly alters the sound of his voice to make identifying him as difficult as possible.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

◦ Acerbic/Anti-Authoritarian: Riley has a sharp tongue and isn't at all afraid to use it on anyone he dislikes. He cares very little for those who might get offended by his words and often even goes out of his way to antagonise them, especially if they are in just about any position of authority whatsoever. It's gotten him into trouble more than a few times, though he doesn't plan to change his behaviour any time soon. Even then, Riley rarely, if ever, raises his voice and he's rather averse to cursing.

◦ Knowledge Fanatic: Riley likes to learn—scratch that, he's just about completely obsessed with it. For most people, it would be a normal, simple thing, but it was more than that for Riley. His endless curiosity and bottomless desire for knowledge have driven him to study anything he could get his hands on, legally obtained or otherwise.

◦ Neat Freak: Simply speaking, he hates untidiness, especially if it's anywhere near his chosen workspace. It's to the point where he absolutely refuses to do any work unless the place is of an acceptable—in his eyes—standard. Riley is easily irritated when he sees things out of order and he has very little tolerance for disorganised individuals.

◦ Grey Morality: While not exactly amoral, Riley displays a very atypical moral code of conduct, where he believes the ends usually justify the means, as long as the most people benefit. In spite of that, he does genuinely try to do good in his own way, even if his actions at times might seem questionable to outsiders looking in.

◦ Two-Faced: Riley is a fairly straightforward and unapologetic person; at least, that's how he generally carries himself. However, when the situation calls for it, he has proven to be quite deceptive, effortlessly switching gears to appear as if he were another person entirely. It never ceases to unnerve even people who know him pretty well.

[ BIO ]

Riley doesn’t officially exist. He has no birth certificate and no way to confirm his identity. Not in the U.S., at least.

His first visit to the United States was unremarkable and didn’t leave much of an impression on anyone. The second visit, which took him to Castleburg, however, was a bit too eventful. Following a rather extreme misunderstanding wherein he inadvertently solved a murder investigation, he was arrested and taken into custody by H.E.R.O. While he was cleared of any wrongdoing in that specific situation, his status as a member of LeNSec proved enough of an incentive to keep him around.

Riley’s integration into H.E.R.O. has been something of a challenge. The thinly-veiled disdain for authority he displays and his lack of an official background have led to some issues. His cavalier attitude towards standard morals would be more concerning if not for his compliance with every order given, if sometimes not in the exact way specified. Despite reservations about him, his abilities and selfless nature make him an invaluable asset to the organisation.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Riley definitely isn't addicted to Chocolate or coffee.

Oddly enough, Riley has a melodious singing voice, to the surprise of many, and much to his chagrin.

Would literally rather die than break a promise. He takes them very seriously.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

A (Alpha Class)

[ POWERS ]

Riley possesses the ability to manipulate nuclear reactions. He can freely control the reactions that affect the nucleus of an atom, including nuclear fusion, nuclear fission, transmutation, radiation, and radioactive decay, as long as he understands the mechanics behind them. His power includes the ability to utilise all forms of radiation in various ways, making it extremely lethal if misused, though its effectiveness depends heavily on his knowledge. With his capabilities, he could even be considered a kind of living nuclear reactor—without the excruciating death of everything around him. He is not precisely immune to the effects of his powers, though they are greatly beneficial to him instead of detrimental, allowing him to use them on himself without worry.

At its highest level, Riley’s powers can induce nuclear fission chain reactions that can lead to catastrophic explosions if left unchecked. While it does require a level of power that Riley has as of yet not displayed, the potential cannot simply be overlooked.

Weaknesses: As powerful as this ability can be, it requires an exorbitant amount of energy to use and as such, Riley generally uses it only in small bursts, preferring to rely on his other skills. Its heavy reliance on prior, and practical, knowledge also hinders it somewhat, though Riley considers that more of a challenge than anything else.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ]
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Riley possesses above-average physical strength, roughly comparable to a trained athlete. His powers do not automatically make him any stronger than a normal human.

[ AGILITY ]
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Riley’s highly active lifestyle has led him to develop an excellent mix of speed and agility. His power enables him to have some mobility options, but nothing substantial for now.

[ INTELLIGENCE ]
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Riley is what many would call a genius. A mix of boredom and repressed curiosity has created a metaphoric vacuum of knowledge within him. He is a fast learner and highly knowledgeable and proficient in various fields with no end in sight to how much more he intends to learn.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ]
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Riley possesses a staggeringly high capacity for environmental and structural damage as a matter of course. His ability to destabilise molecular bonds and transmute matter into hazardous forms poses a significant risk not only to people around him but also to the environment itself. How long his stamina would hold out if such a scenario ever came to pass is another story.

[ LETHALITY ]
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Riley’s powers have an outrageous lethality rate. Due to his ability to destabilise molecular bonds, he can cause a living being to undergo a catastrophic collapse in a matter of seconds; a “meltdown”, of sorts. He can also transmute matter into any number of deadly elements that he knows the composition of. Moreover, due to the nature of his powers, radiation is a possible threat.

[ ENDURANCE ]
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Riley is far more resilient than his frame might suggest. In order to safely use his abilities, Riley’s body is uniquely adapted to withstand high amounts of physical force (which he can further improve upon with the right alterations) and absorb all kinds of radiation. Other than that, he has a remarkably high pain tolerance, though he shuts down any attempts by others to learn why.

[ STAMINA ]
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This is, perhaps, where the biggest weakness of his power lies. While regular transmutation and such do not require much energy to accomplish, greater usage of his abilities drains his stamina at an alarming rate, making using them in quick succession rather ill-advised.

[ EFFICACY ]
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Fortunately for everyone, including himself, Riley has great control over his powers, making accidental usage an issue no one really has to be concerned about.

[ SURVEILLANCE LEVEL ]
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At the end of the day, Riley is a good person.... mostly. His ways of getting certain things done are more than a little suspect, but he always ensures civilians are not adversely affected. There is also the fact that he was—and possibly still is—a core member of the grey hat hacker group, LeNSec. Combined with his antipathetic behaviour and dangerous powerset, he requires considerable monitoring by H.E.R.O. personnel, though the overall altruistic actions of the group in question have granted him a bit of leniency.

[ SKILLS ]

Hacking: As to be expected of a member of LeNSec, Riley is highly skilled at compromising the security of digital devices and networks, breaking through firewalls and generally messing around with electronics. He is proficient enough that he earned a spot as one of the core members of the group, though that fact remains undisclosed.

Engineering: Riley is good at more than just infiltrating security systems for his job. He's also decent at putting together and repairing electronics and other such technologies.

Scientific Knowledge: Owing to his academic nature, Riley is well-versed in the many branches of science, particularly in nuclear physics; a subject that he is more than intimately familiar with. He is also familiar with the molecular compositions of quite a few materials. There probably isn't another person in the world who can even approach his level of expertise.

Multilingual: Riley is fluent in at least three languages, those being Russian, English and Japanese.

Weapons Handling: Riley is skilled in the use of melee weapons and a good shot, having been trained extensively in the arts at a young age.

Parkour: Riley is a skilled traceur, having been blessed with natural athleticism and cursed ████ █ ██████.

Close-Quarters Combat: While not much of a brawler, Riley is more than capable of defending himself if it comes down to it, especially if he has a weapon on him.

Larceny: Riley is able to quickly and easily steal from others without being noticed, even in plain sight. This extends to using his hacking skills to obtain money from his targets' bank accounts, or simply stealing other equipment he has his eyes on.

Subterfuge: The area in which Riley most excels when it comes to his shadier dealings is his ability to deceive others. Whether it be a change in posture, a slight shift in the tone of his voice, expressing emotion with his eyes, or even fabricating an entirely new personality to further his goals. Really, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether any of the characters he portrays are genuine.

Driving: Riley has recently obtained a motorcycle license for use.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Multi-tool: A hand-held tool with multiple individual functions in a single unit are a great tool to have. One of the tools Riley often uses his powers on. The pocket knife is separate.

Pocket knife: A simple, sturdy pocket knife that he was allowed to keep. One of the tools he often uses his powers on.

Smartphone and earphones: Riley often carries them around, usually to listen to music while cleaning. H.E.R.O.-issued since his original device was confiscated.

M1911 Taser: A variable-powered taser useful for self-defence, and not much else. His actual firearm was confiscated upon his arrest. Most of his equipment was.

Motorcycle: Riley has a customised motorcycle to go with his license. It’s not stolen, but he wasn’t the one to buy it.

《 Super H.E.R.O. 》

Fallout

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FALLOUT

"I'm not here to win. I just want to make sure you lose."

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[ NAME ]

Riley Basilov

[ HERO IDENTITY ]

Fallout

[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]

Ley, Chernobyl, ЯE@CT0R

[ AGE ]

17-19

[ GENDER ]

Male

[ AFFILIATION ]

H.E.R.O. (Probationary), LeNSec

[ APPEARANCE ]

A young man of Irish descent standing at the average height for his age with a slender and athletic build developed from a lifetime of physical activity, Riley often stands out even when he doesn't really try to. He has a fair complexion, bright blue-green eyes and relatively short, messy black hair with long, framing bangs. Various scars mar his forearms and back, which he usually keeps covered, though not out of any sense of self-consciousness, and his fingernails are painted black. He always wears a pair of silver dog tags with the names scratched out.

Civilian Attire: Riley has never been one to be overly concerned with fashion in any capacity. His casual clothing usually consists of whatever he has available at the time, without favouring any particular style, which usually means wearing a comfortable hoodie adorned with random logos, jeans and sneakers. Since he doesn't get cold, he often wears simple T-shirts in the winter for convenience's sake.

Hero Attire: While he rarely wears it, the current costume that Riley utilises is made from a highly radiation-absorbent material, and covers most of his body, with white gloves that leave much of his fingers exposed. To keep his identity concealed, he wears a customised respirator that covers the lower half of his face.

ЯE@CT0R

Whenever he shows himself using this alias, Riley dresses in an oversized black jacket and matching jeans, with biohazard symbols on the sleeves and chest. He also wears a full-face mask that significantly alters the sound of his voice to make identifying him as difficult as possible.

[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]

◦ Anti-Authoritarian: Riley has a sharp tongue and isn't at all afraid to use it on anyone he dislikes. He cares very little for those who might get offended by his words and often even goes out of his way to antagonise them, specifically if they are in just about any position of authority whatsoever. It's gotten him into trouble more than a few times, though he doesn't plan to change his behaviour any time soon. Even then, Riley rarely, if ever, raises his voice and he's rather averse to cursing.

◦ Knowledge Fanatic: Riley likes to learn—scratch that, he's just about completely obsessed with it. For most people, it would be a normal, simple thing, but it was more than that for Riley. His endless curiosity and bottomless desire for knowledge have driven him to study anything he could get his hands on, legally obtained or otherwise.

◦ Neat Freak: Simply speaking, he hates untidiness, especially if it's anywhere near his chosen workspace. It's to the point where he absolutely refuses to do any work unless the place is of an acceptable—in his eyes—standard. Riley is easily irritated when he sees things out of order and he has very little tolerance for disorganised individuals.

◦ Grey Morality: While not exactly amoral, Riley displays a very atypical moral code of conduct, where he believes the ends usually justify the means, as long as the most people benefit. In spite of that, he does genuinely try to do good in his own way, even if his actions at times might seem questionable to outsiders looking in.

◦ Two-Faced: Riley is a fairly straightforward and unapologetic person; at least, that's how he generally carries himself. However, when the situation calls for it, he has proven to be quite deceptive, effortlessly switching gears to appear as if he were another person entirely. It never ceases to unnerve even people who know him pretty well.

[ BIO ]

Riley doesn’t officially exist. He has no birth certificate and no way to confirm his identity. Not in the U.S., at least.

His first visit to the United States was unremarkable and didn’t leave much of an impression on anyone. The second visit, which took him to Castleburg, however, was a bit too eventful. Following a rather extreme misunderstanding wherein he inadvertently solved a murder investigation, he was arrested and taken into custody by H.E.R.O. While he was cleared of any wrongdoing in that specific situation, his status as a member of LeNSec proved enough of an incentive to keep him around.

Riley’s integration into H.E.R.O. has been something of a challenge. The thinly-veiled disdain for authority he displays and his lack of an official background have led to some issues. His cavalier attitude towards standard morals would be more concerning if not for his compliance with every order given, if sometimes not in the exact way specified. Despite reservations about him, his abilities and selfless nature make him an invaluable asset to the organisation.

| MISCELLANEOUS |

Riley definitely isn't addicted to Chocolate or coffee.

Oddly enough, Riley has a melodious singing voice, to the surprise of many, and much to his chagrin.

Would literally rather die than break a promise. He takes them very seriously.

Abilities

[ RANKING ]

Not quite sure.

[ POWERS ]

Riley possesses the ability to manipulate nuclear reactions. He can freely control the reactions that affect the nucleus of an atom, including nuclear fusion, fission and transmutation, as long as he understands the mechanics behind them. His power includes the ability to utilise all forms of radiation in various ways, making it extremely lethal if used incorrectly, though its effectiveness depends heavily on his knowledge. With his capabilities, he could even be considered to be a kind of living nuclear reactor—without the excruciating death of everything around him, of course. He is not precisely immune to the effects of his powers either, though they are greatly beneficial to him instead of being detrimental.

At its highest level, Riley’s powers can theoretically induce nuclear fission chain reactions that can lead to catastrophic explosions if left unchecked. While it does require a level of power that Riley has yet to display, the potential cannot simply be overlooked.

Weaknesses: As powerful as this ability can be, it requires an exorbitant amount of energy to use and as such, Riley generally uses it only in small bursts, preferring to rely on his other skills. Its heavy reliance on prior, and practical, knowledge also hinders it somewhat, though Riley considers that more of a challenge than anything else.

[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■■□□□□□□□ Riley possesses above-average physical strength, roughly comparable to a trained athlete. His powers do not make him stronger than a normal human.

[ AGILITY ] ■■■□□□□□□□ Riley’s highly active lifestyle has led him to develop an excellent mix of speed and agility. His power enables him some mobility options, but nothing substantial.

[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■■■■■■□□□ Riley is what many would call a genius. A mix of boredom and repressed curiosity has created a metaphoric vacuum of knowledge within him. He is a fast learner and highly knowledgeable and proficient in various fields with no end in sight to how much more he intends to learn.

[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■■■■■■■■ Riley possesses a staggeringly high capacity for environmental and structural damage. His ability to destabilise molecular bonds and transmute matter into hazardous forms poses a significant risk to not only people around him but also to the environment itself. Whether or not his stamina would hold out if such a scenario ever came to pass is another story.

[ LETHALITY ] ■■■■■■■□□□ Riley’s powers have a high lethality rate. Due to his ability to destabilise molecular bonds, he can cause a living being to undergo a catastrophic collapse in a matter of seconds; a “meltdown”, of sorts. He can also transmute inorganic matter into any number of deadly elements that he knows the composition of.

[ ENDURANCE ] ■■■■■□□□□□ Riley is far more resilient than his frame might suggest. In order to safely use his abilities, Riley’s body is uniquely adapted to withstand high amounts of physical force (though he isn’t bullet-proof) and absorb all kinds of radiation. Other than that, he has a remarkably high pain tolerance, though he shuts down any attempts by others to learn why.

[ STAMINA ] ■■■□□□□□□□ This is, perhaps, where the biggest weakness of his power lies. While regular transmutation and such do not require much energy to accomplish, greater usage of his abilities drains his stamina at an alarming rate, making using them rather ill-advised.

[ EFFICACY ] ■■■■■■□□□□ Fortunately for everyone, including himself, Riley has great control over his powers, making accidental usage an issue no one really has to be concerned about.

[ SURVELIANCE LEVEL ] ■■■■■■■□□□ At the end of the day, Riley is a good person.... mostly. His ways of getting certain things done are more than a little suspect, but he always ensures civilians are not adversely affected. There is also the fact that he was—and possibly still is—a core member of the grey hat hacker group, LeNSec. Combined with his antipathetic behaviour and dangerous powerset, he requires considerable monitoring by H.E.R.O. personnel, though the overall altruistic actions of the group in question have granted him a bit of leniency.

[ SKILLS ]

Hacking: As to be expected of a member of LeNSec, Riley is highly skilled at compromising the security of digital devices and networks, breaking through firewalls and generally messing around with electronics. He is proficient enough that he earned a spot as one of the core members of the group, though that fact remains undisclosed.

Engineering: Riley is good at more than just infiltrating security systems for his job. He's also decent at repairing electronics and other similar technologies.

Scientific Knowledge: Owing to his academic nature, Riley is well-versed in the many branches of science, particularly in nuclear physics; a subject that he is more than intimately familiar with. He is also familiar with the molecular compositions of quite a few materials. There probably isn't another person in the world who can even approach his level of expertise.

Multilingual: Riley is fluent in at least three languages, those being Russian, English and Japanese.

Weapons Handling: Riley is skilled in the use of melee weapons and a good shot, having been trained extensively in the arts at a young age.

Parkour: Riley is a skilled traceur, having been blessed with natural athleticism and cursed ████ █ ██████.

Close-Quarters Combat While not much of a brawler, Riley is more than capable of defending himself if it comes down to it, especially if he has a weapon on him.

Larceny: Riley is able to quickly and easily steal from others without being noticed. This extends to using his hacking skills to obtain money from his targets' bank accounts, or simply stealing other equipment he has his eyes on.

Subterfuge: The area in which Riley most excels when it comes to his shadier dealings is his ability to deceive others. Whether it be a change in posture, a slight shift in the tone of his voice, expressing emotion with his eyes, or even fabricating an entirely new personality to further his goals. Really, it’s anyone’s guess as to whether any of the characters he portrays are genuine.

Driving: Riley has recently obtained a motorcycle license for use.

[ EQUIPMENT ]

Multi-tool: A hand-held tool with multiple individual functions in a single unit are a great tool to have. One of the tools Riley often uses his powers on. The pocket knife is separate.

Pocket knife: A simple, sturdy pocket knife he was allowed to keep. One of the tools he often uses his powers on.

Smartphone and earphones: Riley often carries them around, usually to listen to music when he’s cleaning. H.E.R.O.-issued since his original device was confiscated.

M1911 Taser: A variable-powered taser useful for self-defence, and not much else. His actual firearm was confiscated upon his arrest. Most of his equipment was.

Motorcycle: Riley has a customised motorcycle to go with his license. It’s not stolen, but he wasn’t the one to buy it.

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Tokyo - Japan

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Aoi breathed deeply. He held his eyes closed as he did so, letting his entire body relax to the rhythm of his breathing.

“Hajime!”

Aoi’s eyes snapped open at the exact moment his opponent launched into motion with a blur of movement. He smoothly blocked the initial kick but chose not to counterattack, simply waiting for his opponent to reorient himself instead of going on the offensive. His eyes tracked the older boy’s every move, adjusting his footwork as needed.

His opponent overextended his next strike and this time, Aoi didn’t let the opportunity pass him by. Taking advantage of the momentum from the missed strike, he ducked beneath the blow, pulling his left arm back and then striking forward with his fingers curled. Aoi felt his palm connect with his opponent’s sternum, realising too late that he had perhaps used too much force.

He felt a crack, and his opponent let out a cry.

Aoi stared blankly as Yusuke dropped to the floor, a flash of remorse that didn’t show in his eyes coursing through him.

“Hitsugaya! What did I tell you about restraint?!”

The boy in question straightened instinctively.

“I–” he stopped himself, “Apologies, sensei. My mind was.... elsewhere.

“Keeping your mind focused is essential for a martial artist. Remember that.”

Aoi remained quiet, merely bowing his head.

After that unfortunate display of brutality, the session was ended prematurely. Aoi released a breath as he stepped out of the dojo, bag slung over his shoulder and eyes downcast. Restraint was never a skill he was taught much about nor did it come easily to him. It wasn’t the first time a sparring session had been cut short because of him, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. His eyes briefly flickered across the nearly empty street.

No one was here to pick him up today either, not that he minded. He was used to it by now, and it was a pleasant day to take an afternoon stroll....

Aoi stopped in his tracks.

.... At least, it should have been.

The sudden fog that descended was odd for more reasons than one. He didn’t remember reading anything about this. The temperate rose sharply, and a few drops of perspiration formed on his brow.

And then something in the fog caught his eyes; a glowing, vaguely egg-shaped object hovering in the air. It floated leisurely towards him, and Aoi unconsciously reached out to it. It landed gently in his arms and the glow faded, revealing a red and orange egg with a blade-like protrusion. He studied the object curiously, turning it over in his hands in few times. It was unlike any egg he’d ever seen.

It was almost like–

Suddenly, the display TVs in the store across from him all started displaying static. And then, in a flash of light that forced Aoi to shield his eyes, something shattered the glass windows of the building and the ground shook. He lowered his hand and blinked the spots from his eyes, then his gaze turned upwards.... and kept going.

Aoi’s eyes widened slightly at the sight before him.

A hulking orange theropod with fiery orange eyes was standing before him. If it weren’t for the stripes and blue-tipped spikes on its arms, shoulders, and jaw, he might have thought that he’d stepped right into the Jurassic period. There was also the fact that it was more humanoid than Aoi remembered any dinosaur being.

The giant reptile turned its gaze towards him and Aoi remained motionless as its brown-helmeted head was lowered to his level. Its eyes briefly glanced at the egg held in his hands and a puff of air blew from its nostrils, ruffling Aoi’s hair even more than it usually was.

“You’re a lot smaller than I thought you'd be.”

Huh. He didn’t know dinosaurs could talk.

“Dinosaur?”

Ah, had he said that out loud? Oops.

A loud rumble drew both of their attention back to the electronics store where the TV screens flickered once again. This time, Aoi witnessed the event in full as something else emerged from the static. It would have been nearly pure-white, if not for the deep purple marking on its chest and the wrappings on some parts of its body. From its back sprouted a pair of tattered wings and upon its head rose a pair of horns reminiscent of a bull. Its elongated arms ended in wickedly sharp claws and by the look on its face—twisted as it was in an expression of pure malice—Aoi doubted it would be nearly as friendly as the literal dinosaur standing right next to him.

That was an unbelievable sentence.

The orange dinosaur behind him growled, and suddenly the temperature rose once again.

Aoi barely had time to blink before a massive gout of flames blew over him, at least several metres above his head. The winged creature released a howl, the sound grating on his ears, and its wings extended—just a fraction of a second too late for it to avoid the blast that sent it crashing back into the building.

A few moments later, the creature burst from the rubble looking worse for the wear, black scorch marks covering its body. It swayed slightly on its feet but didn’t fall. Instead, it appeared to glare at the pair before spreading its wings again and shooting off into the sky.

The dinosaur snorted, and Aoi turned around just in time for a wave of heat to hit him in the face, “I’m not letting him get away. Are you coming or what?”

Aoi blinked at the words and looked down at the egg in his arms, which was now glowing again. In a quick flash of light, Aoi’s left hand was now occupied by a strange phone-like device. Its screen glinted as he stared at it and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at his lips.

“Sure, why not?”

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@Aku the Samurai Any ETA on when your posts are coming? Or do you need some help?

I'll have it done by Thursday, at most.