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Sam walked with the crowd, lagging behind once he got close to the Quebec barracks. He observed others go in. A retinal scanner, eh? What was security to a phantom? A retinal scanner meant a log, and a log meant they were tracking his movements, and Sam never was one to be tracked. He would not be followed, he would become a ghost in the machine that was Puriel.

He put his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. His body phased out of reality as he became the........ phantom! He pulled his luggage into the ghostly presence, and slowly shifted into the wall. What was it like to be a phantom? He could not explain it. He could feel the world, and feel the walls around him, but at the same time, he could not. He felt cold and yet not.

His body shifted through the building's architecture, his face shifting inches through the surface of the wall to peer into the next room. The dorms. The beds. Several men were in conversation already, one had left for the sitting room. Excellent. They were distracted.

Samuel gently placed his luggage down against one of the empty beds, and slowly lowered his body into the room. He rematerialized, and to anyone who had missed it, it would seem as if he had already settled down into the dormitories for a nap before anyone else could arrive. Wild!
a rugen is a kind of sandwich, i think.
"Ah, yeah. You can call me Sam. I guess you'd only call me Phantom Skull if you were a supervillain, right?" He said, laughing. His laugh trailed off into a nervous chuckle as he looked Stefan in the eye. Was he a supervillain? No, probably not!

He turned to the pile of luggage and found his suitcase. He shrugged to Stefan. "I'm not too sure where Quebecois is, I guess we follow the crowd?" He said, as he hefted the suitcase, fumbling with his smaller briefcase. Sam evaluated his position on the island, as he started to shuffle towards Quebectown. People had already known his name, he had Captain Hardhead to thank for that. Did this island have room for secret identities? It seemed... insecure. All it took was one hero in training to go bad, and once they went bad, they became a super villain with intimate knowledge of every hero.

Sam could only be thankful that he was not some playboy millionaire, or famous photographer. No one knew who his identity was, and he intended to keep it that way. Samuel Spectre would be as much of a phantom as the phantom skull.
"Hey, yeah, yeah, I'm alright, just a few scrapes is all!" He said, as he picked himself up, and dusted off his clothes. "Hey, hey, thanks, man." He said, smiling at the no doubt dim witted oaf who helped him. He would need allies like these in his hunt to fight crime, better to make friends instead of enemies! He held his hand out, a gesture of good will. "The name's Sam, Sam Spectre, but my REAL name is Phantom Skull!" He said, cheerfully.

All that cheer was gone, however, once the Authority reared his ugly head. "I'm up, I'm up!" He called out, before shrugging as the good man read off their housing. Inwardly, he analyzed the man. Tough looking, even tougher sounding. But with that armor, how tough was he really? Obviously with his need to shout and assert his authority he was overcompensating for something.

Upon further consideration, Samuel realized that possibly the adage of 'those who can't, teach' applied here. This man, surely could not be anything special. He was not old enough to be a veteran, someone retired from active heroing, so who was he? He wasn't a has been, he was a never was, and, was a true shame. Samuel realized that he could not respect this man, and so he would undermine him, not strategically, but in farcialities.

"Geeze, get a load of captain hard ass, huh?" He muttered to his new friend. What was his name...?
47 hours. Samuel Spectre sat in his chair, and pondered. Four Seven. Forty Seven hours would have broken a lesser man, but lesser men were not the Phantom Skull. Samuel used that time to recollect the events that had led him to this plane ride...

He had been investigating the Curious Case of the Copper Caper. A rogue costumed scientist had been slowly stealing the world's supply of copper, for what purpose, Samuel did not know. He was getting ready to put the sting on the Copper Crook before someone, something, interrupted him. An agent of Puriel. He asked his question, and handed off the phone. Samuel remembered asking the man 'Who are you? How can I trust you?'. The man was gone. Only then did Samuel realize that he couldn't; that was just how the game was played.

And play the game he would. He finally stood up, stretching as he did so. He flexed his phantom muscle, something he could not feel with his body, but instead with his soul. His body turned wispy as he faded into his spectral form and then rematerialized in place. He reached up and grabbed his carry on, a large briefcase that held his trench coat. His guns were stored safely in the suit case he had brought with, he had figured it wasn't worth sneaking them in with him.

He walked to the exit of the plane, gasping in pain as the light hit his eyes. He stepped forward and tripped, stumbling out of the plane and onto the ground, screaming all the way. First impressions were everything. Let the masses think less of him, that gave him the edge.
Oh no, I did not intend anything like that. He can move through things, but he can not re-materialize inside a person or anything. If he moves through a person, they may feel a chill, but it will not negatively impact them, and he can NOT materialize in their brain or something equally silly.
Name: Samuel Spectre

Alias: Phantom Skull

Age: 24

Personality: Samuel is serious. He leaves time to quip, he can’t help it, but in the field, he is determined to get the job done. He places human life above all else, he can save everyone. He WILL save everyone. Outside the mission, he is light hearted, and care free, to mask the fire that burns inside. Even when he is aloof, his mind is on the job.

Appearance: From a distance, Samuel does not stand out. He is not tall, nor short, he has black hair that he keeps short. However, once you get closer, you notice the scars. The rough skin. Samuel has been through all sorts of scrapes and fights. Upon closer inspection, one notices an almost ethereal aspect to Samuel. His body appears wispy at the edges, he is a ghost, a living phantom. When he is fighting crime, Samuel wears all white combat clothing, form fitting and easy to maneuver in. He wears a white trench coat and a full black mask. On the center of the mask is the skull from which he gets his namesake.

Power: Samuel is a phantom. He can turn immaterial, allowing him to move through objects as if he were not there. He can also fill his bullets with ghost bullets. Usually, these bullets are spectral, they pierce defenses, and hurt like bullets, but physically, do not harm at all. He can make these bullets stronger, as strong as .44 caliber rounds; however, these bullets drain his phantom essence. He can only create so many bullets before it starts to hurt him, and drains away his presence in the world.

Skills: He’s a good shot, and years of fighting on the streets have taught him the street art of the parkour.
Gear/Equipment/Weapons: He holds two different pistols, each one spectrally linked to his body. They can change caliber and strength with his will. But as mentioned earlier, stronger caliber bullets drain his phantom essence.

lBio: Samuel Specter lived a tragic life. At an early age, his parents were murdered. He did not know who or what, all he remembered that day was a ghost, a cruel phantom that destroyed his family and life.

Samuel spent the next few years hunting. He was determined to find this ghostly villain, and he started the only place he knew; crime fighting. He put on a mask and took his father’s trusty pistol, a relic from a past war, and set out to right wrongs. He was known only as “The Specter”, he never showed up for long, he was, after all, just a man with a gun. He would show up, incapacitate foes, and disappear.

His war on crime had taken him all throughout the underground, he had fought thieves and mob bosses and all kinds of ne’er do well. Despite all this, he had not found the ghost that killed his parents. That is… until one day!

An informant had tipped Samuel off to a contract killer, a man who could turn into a spirit. The spirit was hired as security for one of the super corporations. Samuel did not care who or what this company was, he only cared for ending the man that destroyed his life. Samuel came to the corporation’s labs armed with a small arsenal. Maybe the spirit was tipped off, maybe he just had an otherworldly sense, regardless, he knew Samuel was there, and he was ready.

Samuel and the spirit’s battle was one of slow attrition. Samuel could not kill the spirit, and the spirit knew it. He didn’t need to push Samuel, each bullet that whizzed through the ghost’s body was a resource lost to Samuel. How could he win? In a fit of arrogance, The Spirit materialized into our mortal plane. He taunted Samuel, and prepared to deliver the final blow.

Samuel had nothing left to lose. He cared not for his life; he only cared for ending the spirit. He dove, and tackled the spirit, hurtling them both into a large chemical reactor. The reactor screamed. The spirit faded away but his powers transferred to Samuel. He was now the ghost, but he would not fall to evil. The spirit had killed his parents, but this was just the crucible that burned Samuel into something greater.

He would not be the spirit, he would be Phantom Skull, and he would be so much more. He couldn’t be the killer he once was. The spirit used murder to further his own goals, Samuel had to stand for something greater, he had to become something else.
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Barioth said
Any incoming CS's I should look forward to?


I have a character almost ready, but I might be scrapping it and doing something entirely new based on what everyone else has done.
Hello, my name is well I have a silly name but it's chiba city blues I suppose. I like to roleplay and write sometimes but I am by no means a writer.

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