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Justice League: Legacy

Bumping this because it got buried.

Justice League: Legacy

Name:

Patrick O'Brian

Nicknames:

Plas, Pat

Alias:

Plastic Man, formerly Eel O'Brian

Age:

100+ years old.

Sex:

Male

Appearance:

The nature of Plastic Man's powers makes giving a single appearance difficult, as he is able to stretch, squash, and shift into a nearly infinite number of forms.

Powers/Skills:

Plastic Man's powers are derived from an accident in which his body was bathed in an unknown industrial chemical mixture that also entered into his bloodstream through a gunshot wound. This caused a body-wide mutagenic process that transformed his physiology.

Plastic Man's powers extraordinarily augment his durability. He is able to withstand corrosives, punctures and concussions without sustaining any injury (although he can be momentarily stunned). He is resistant to high velocity impacts that would kill an ordinary person, resistant to blasts from energy weapons, and is completely bullet proof. His bodily mass can be dispersed, but for all intents and purposes, it is invulnerable.

He can stretch his limbs and body to superhuman lengths and sizes. There is no known limit to how far he can stretch his body.

Plastic Man does not appear to age. If he does, it is at a rate far slower than that of normal human beings. He is able to regenerate and/or assimilate lost or damaged tissue. Though it does take a long time, its far faster than an ordinary human, making him functionally immortal.

Plastic Man, having an inorganic nervous system, is immune to mind control and telepathy.

Backstory:

In the year of 1928, Plastic man was orphaned at the tender age of 10 and forced to live on the streets, where he fell into a life of crime. As an adult, he became part of a burglary ring, specializing as a safecracker. During a late-night heist at the Crawford Chemical Works in 1940, he and his three fellow gang members were surprised by a night watchman. During the gang's escape, Eel was shot in the shoulder and doused with a large drum of unidentified chemical liquid. He escaped to the street only to discover that his gang had driven off without him. Fleeing on foot and suffering increasing disorientation from the gunshot wound and the exposure to the chemical, Eel eventually passed out on the foothills of a mountain near the city. He awoke to find himself in a bed in a mountain retreat, being tended to by a monk who had discovered him unconscious that morning. This monk, sensing a capacity for great good in O'Brian, turned away police officers who had trailed Eel to the monastery. This act of faith and kindness — combined with the realization that his gang had left him to be captured without a moment's hesitation — fanned Eel's longstanding dissatisfaction with his criminal life and his desire to reform.

During his short convalescence at the monastery, he discovered that the chemical had entered his bloodstream and caused a radical physical change. His body now had all of the properties of rubber, allowing him to stretch, bounce and mold himself into any shape. He immediately determined to use his new abilities on the side of law and order, donning a red, black and yellow rubber costume and capturing criminals as Plastic Man. He concealed his true identity with a pair of white goggles and by re-molding his face. As O'Brian, he maintained his career and connections with the underworld as a means of gathering information on criminal activity. Plastic Man soon acquired comedic sidekick Woozy Winks, a bumbling but loyal friend. Plastic Man eventually became a member of the city police force and then the FBI. By the time he became a federal officer, he had completely abandoned his Eel O'Brian identity.

Over the years, Plastic Man teamed up with numerous crime fighters in what would come to be known as the "Golden Age" of superheroes- fighting nazis alongside Spy Smasher, stopping mobsters and thugs with The Shadow, and facing more severe threats like a team-up between nazi supervillains Captain Nazi and Baron Blitzkrieg alongside the All-Star Squadron- widely considered a precursor to the Justice League. Time and again, the All-Star Squadron would face threats to America from within and without. Eventually, with the start of the atomic age, the "Silver Age" of superheroes began. That was when things got weird. Atomic demons, space gorillas, martians, wizards, rainbow-spewing monsters- Plastic Man remembers the relative simplicity of the Gold and Silver age fondly.

In more recent years, he met Batman, and over a rocky start, the two became close friends despite Batman's skepticism toward reformed criminals and Plastic Man's jovial attitude. Batman's detective skills that reunited Plas with his estranged son, Luke. Batman even invited Plas to join the League, but he was more interested in being a part of his son's life. With the big 7 missing, Plastic Man's stepped up to help less experienced heroes.

Motivation for joining the League?:

Plastic Man's a reserve member of the Justice League, and a personal friend of Batman.

What do you bring to the League?:

70+ years of crimefighting experience, detective skills, and being one of the first superheroes circa 1941.

Notes

He has two sidekicks: Woozy Winks (who the universe will bend over backwards to make sure remains unharmed) and his son Luke (who inherited Plastic Man's powers and fights crime as Offspring). He's in a relationship with Luke's mother, though his son was born out of wedlock.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Sam Carter, The Knight Errant

Name: Sam Carter

Alias: The Knight Errant

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Survival, Melee Weapons, Repair

SPECIAL*:
S: 7
P: 5
E: 8
C: 6
I: 7
A: 3
L: 4

Gear/inventory: Shishkebab, Recharger Pistol, Lambray (his trusty steed- one of Georgia's giant mutant chickens), a car door he uses as a tower shield, polished scrap Metal Armor, and a satchel full of food and water purification tablets

History: The story of Samuel starts before the war. Records show that before the war an order of knights wearing white robes and pointy hoods took refuge in the holding cells of Kamelot, then a military base in the backwoods of the Southeastern Commonwealth serving mostly as barracks and storage. Of course, the passage of time wasn't kind to the fort, destroying most of the sign and many of the records of their ancestors. Word of mouth remembers the ancestors of the Knights of Kamelot as the Knights of Clan Cluecloch, an order who protected humans from vile mutants such as the ash-skins, hooknose, and nightwalkers. Though they know not of the horrors their brave ancestors faced in the defense of the common folk, the modern Knights of Clan Cluecloch have taken up what they believe is a similar vigil, drawing influence from the heavily flawed records of their ancestors and a comic called "King Arthur and the Cosmoknights." They seek to protect the Wastelanders from feral ghouls and super mutants, slay dangerous beasts, and reclaim artifacts of the old world. Their own life is a second concern- for it is a knight's duty to protect the common folk.

Samuel is the adopted son of one of the forgemasters of Kamelot, who scavenge, repair, and sometimes build from scratch the weapons and armor the knights use. His birth father was slain in pitched battle with one of the Mirelurk Overlords of the Georgia Aquarium. Ten years ago, Samuel earned a place as a squire by slaying ten feral ghouls with nothing but a combat knife, and after five years as a squire, was knighted himself. He has ventured across the Blue Ridge Mountains, slaying Yao-Guai and giant Brahminkiller ants, tamed and ridden giant mutant chickens across the plains and ruins of Georgia, and helped to retake a fortress with six banners from the raiders who holed up there.

Now, he has come to the Everglades on a quest to slay the monstrous beasts that torment the innocent humans of the wasteland- particularly deathclaws and other FEV monstrosities- for the glory of the order. If he can find and destroy the G.E.C.K. and cut off the monsters at their source, all the better.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Sam Carter, The Knight Errant

Name: Sam Carter

Alias: The Knight Errant

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Primary Skills*: Survival, Melee Weapons, Repair

SPECIAL*:
S: 7
P: 5
E: 8
C: 6
I: 7
A: 3
L: 4

Gear/inventory: Shishkebab, Recharger Pistol, Lambray (his trusty steed- one of Georgia's giant mutant chickens), a car door he uses as a tower shield, polished scrap Metal Armor, and a satchel full of food and water purification tablets

History: The story of Samuel starts before the war. Records show that before the war an order of knights wearing white robes and pointy hoods took refuge in the holding cells of Kamelot, then a military base in the backwoods of the Southeastern Commonwealth serving mostly as barracks and storage. Of course, the passage of time wasn't kind to the fort, destroying most of the sign and many of the records of their ancestors. Word of mouth remembers the ancestors of the Knights of Kamelot as the Knights of Clan Cluecloch, an order who protected humans from vile mutants such as the ash-skins, hooknose, and nightwalkers. Though they know not of the horrors their brave ancestors faced in the defense of the common folk, the modern Knights of Clan Cluecloch have taken up what they believe is a similar vigil, drawing influence from the heavily flawed records of their ancestors and a comic called "King Arthur and the Cosmoknights." They seek to protect the Wastelanders from feral ghouls and super mutants, slay dangerous beasts, and reclaim artifacts of the old world. Their own life is a second concern- for it is a knight's duty to protect the common folk.

Samuel is the adopted son of one of the forgemasters of Kamelot, who scavenge, repair, and sometimes build from scratch the weapons and armor the knights use. His birth father was slain in pitched battle with one of the Mirelurk Overlords of the Georgia Aquarium. Ten years ago, Samuel earned a place as a squire by slaying ten feral ghouls with nothing but a combat knife, and after five years as a squire, was knighted himself. He has ventured across the Blue Ridge Mountains, slaying Yao-Guai and giant Brahminkiller ants, tamed and ridden giant mutant chickens across the plains and ruins of Georgia, and helped to retake a fortress with six banners from the raiders who holed up there.

Now, he has come to the Everglades on a quest to slay the monstrous beasts that torment the innocent humans of the wasteland- particularly deathclaws and other FEV monstrosities- for the glory of the order. If he can find and destroy the G.E.C.K. and cut off the monsters at their source, all the better.

Platinum Days: Daily Super-Life

...I am... tenatively interested. But let it be said, depending on how much of Concrete Revolutio's... everything shows up, I might withdraw said interest. I'm wary of anything inspired by a show that decided it was okay to retcon Hiroshima.

The King of Street Fighters (Street Fighter/King Of Fighters RP) (OCs accepted)

*coughcough*

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

It's not too late to return the hat. Hardboiled detectives need to reclaim what's theirs.

The King of Street Fighters (Street Fighter/King Of Fighters RP) (OCs accepted)

Full name: Skullomania

Team: TBD

Discipline: Skullomania's fighting style is entirely self-taught, based largely on Japanese children's shows. Because of this, his erratic movements make him hard to predict.

Age: 37

Hometown: Osaka, Japan

Appearance: "Even if there's no god or buddha, you can believe in justice."

Brief bio: Skullomania was once an average salesman called Saburo Nishikoyama. His superiors were not pleased with his results as a salesman. Down on his luck and constantly under pressure for results, he volunteered to dress up and perform like a superhero at a carnival thrown for a top customer in their department store. He had hoped it would be chance to prove his value as a salesman. When he grabbed the attention of all in attendance, something clicked in him. Tired of his thankless job, Skullomania decided to become a vigilante crime-fighter. Not much else is known of his past.

What is known is that he became a scourge for organized crime, appearing from the shadows and posing dramatically before striking out. He had a mixed record at best, but managed to become enough of a nuisance that Shadaloo sent Balrog to deal with him in the streets of Osaka. Horrified onlookers watched as a weirdo in a skull-themed outfit was beaten to near death by a wanted man. However broken and beaten he was, though, Skullomania wouldn't stay down. He began spouting off about how, "Until the flame of life is extinguished... I will always stand against evil!" It was shortly after this that Skullomania first manifested his ki, honed through a desire for justice... and chakra alignments brought on by his frequent "heroic poses." It was this sudden development that allowed him to overcome Balrog using his newly invented Skullo Slider, dodging under Balrog's punches and surviving the night. However, with all those bystanders, it shouldn't be surprising the fight got caught on a few cell phone videos.

This was the tipping point for Skullomania. Sure, he was just some weirdo salaryman in a costume, but he was a weirdo salaryman in a costume with heart. People around Osaka saw him cleaning garbage, guarding crosswalks, helping old ladies with heavy loads, even climbing a stopped ferris wheel to rescue trapped families. Fans started a small webpage for him, documenting his exploits in crime-fighting and community service as best the members could... and selling modestly-priced T-shirts. It was through this documentation (and the rather impressive comeback against Balrog) that Skullomania got his invitation. Now he seeks to test his newfound power of ki in an actual, proper tournament- and, more importantly, prevent any evildoers from going home with the title.

Other: A Street Fighter EX character for a change. He's not exactly a big name, but he was one of my favorite characters.

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

Death Man's Sedan

<<"See, now this is what I'm talking about! Americans can do incredible things with pork.">>

Death Man sat in the back of the car as he enjoyed a rack of ribs and some imported beer. Shiro got a few cookies and a soda, the two henchmen got barbecue sandwiches and fries... all takeout. It was just safer to get takeout in Gotham, especially after poking a hornet's nest. Death Man grumbled as he heard his phone ringing.

<<"And they remember to include the moist towelettes. That crazy masked biker's steakhouse never included the towelettes, you had to ask.">>

Te o toriatte Kono mama ikō...
Aisuru hito yo...
Shizukana yoi ni...
Hikario tomoshi...

He wiped his hands off, composing himself and putting the helmet back on for the full effect. Clearing his throat, he flipped open his phone- an older model- and answered at last.

Itoshiki O-

<<"You may speak, Satou. but do so knowing the the dire consequences for daring trifle with my affairs.">>

<<"My apologies, Lord Death Man. Know that I do so only that we know your will.">>

<<"I said you may speak. Do not waste my time with pleasantries.">>

<<"We want to know who will be your hand in... uh... Look, Lord Death Man, this dramatic veiled speech thing is hard. How are we starting the whole crime wave thing?">>

SHIT. Amidst the sweet taste of barbecued pig, the caress of imported beer he could have gotten cheaper at home, and the lingering rush from interrogating a toady, Lord Death Man forgot his promise to the men: a crime a day, every day, except weekends. To make Gotham worse than Hub City or Vanity City. The whole point of this stupid trip. He'd had something in mind... something to lead off with to let the Gothamites know that this was not, in fact, the brand of crime they were used to. The question is if it was ready or not.

<<"The gears are in motion, Satou. Wheels are turning. Death Man out.">>

Hanging up, Death Man began scrolling through his phone contacts. He needed a criminal, and fast. A hostage situation through the toxic slime of a Kemurian Looter, maybe? Have one of his enforcers clear out some of the local thugs? Start up a protection racket with the overwhelming strength of an oni? Was it too soon to show off what Shiro could really do? There were simply too many options. Thankfully, the burden was lifted as his phone rang once more.

<<"Doctor Reaper. I trust you have good news regarding Little Mori's recovery.">>

<<"Indeed, Lord Death Man! He has taken to the cybernetics faster than we could have hoped... Though he will require more testing to ensure the procedure was completely effective.">>

Okay, Little Mori was up, and needed testing. That was a start. Lord Death man looked around the car, settling on a newspaper. A rather interesting article on the front page mentioned something about jewels, but he didn't have long enough to read- he had to keep it going. Thankfully, a century of criminal activity makes for good on-the-spot judgement calls.

<<"I believe I have an adequate test of his abilities. At the Gotham Museum of Art, there are... four gems of exquisite value being displayed. I believe they are of sufficient clarity that your Super Science Network may find use for them. As such, I want them by dawn. Send Little Mori to retrieve them.">>

<<"As you command, my lord! He will be dispatched immediately.">>

<<"And be sure that he understands... the price of failure. Death Man, out.">>

With that, Death Man hung up and turned his attention to his ribs. Soon, they would be back at base, and the Death Syndicate's crime spree would officially begin. Gotham wouldn't know what hit it.

Gotham City: Shadow of the Bat

yo. Working on LDM post, mostly obstructed by family weirdness.