DocTachyon

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

@Thecrash20I think Im going to roll out the CS by sometime tomorrow.

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

@Scrub Mage Never have I ever seen something so obscure that Fallout wiki has literally only one line on it. I'm totally down for it.

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

@Mara Well, yeah, but I didn’t imagine most of our characters dying at the hands of random raiders that turn out to be just as skilledas they are.

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

@Thecrash20 That is largely what I was thinking most characters would have, though I don't really consider that a 'power' in the typical sense, y'know? I guess in terms of powers I was more thinking of like, super strength, super speed type deals for certain characters. Like, Grognak just straight up wouldn't work if he wasn't super strong, or a Supermutant as the case may be in this RP.

On top of that, I think every character kind of has to have something special about them, whether it's a piece of gear that only they really know how to use, insane physical attributes, or specialized training of some kind, because without that, they're not really Superheroes, are they? At that point, they're just dudes in costumes waiting to get geeked.

@AngelofOctober I can picture it now. THE ANIMAL FRIEND!

@Burning Kitty Glad to have you, Shroud!

Also, in terms of characters, it might be neat to have someone be The Mechanist or the AntAgonizer or something. Just a random thought.

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IN: SAME OLD SONG AND DANCE; PART ONE

C A S T L E V E R T I G O / V L A T A V A:

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^{May 18th, 2019 - 2:37 AM | Castle Vertigo Exterior - Vlatava}

Vlatava was an old country, drenched in the blood of generations. It had worn so many flags that it all became an endless stream of meaningless colors. The last occupation of note was the Soviets -- they’d taken up residence in what they called Zamok Yastreb, Castle Hawk, and spent the next twelve weeks shoring up the defenses. They got the spend the next three weeks after that getting pounded by local artillery, and the next thirty seconds after that getting annihilated by The Spectre.

You could be forgiven for thinking that Vlatava couldn’t walk away from a purge by a God. The Vlatvian people were like roaches -- festering in their own shit and sin, and damn near unkillable. They’d grown used to subjugation. Holy Romans, Polish-Lithuanians, Austro-Hungarians, Soviets, and most recently, a jackass in a green costume. Vlatava may have survived a God’s wrath, but they hadn’t met the motherfucking Midnighter.

Vertigo’s Castle reached up into the sky like black fingers strangling the stars. It was a blight on the countryside, a jutting monolith of gothic architecture in a backdrop of rolling green hills and dopey farm animals that had wandered from home. It’s poison seeped into the land itself, dead grass spread out in a ring from the perimeter of the Castle’s walls. The Lord Regent’s soldiers dotted the parapets. They were dug in at machine gun encampments, three men to a GShG-7.62 and surrounded by a nest of sandbags. The first of many impudent attempts on Midnighter’s life, to be sure.

Midnighter lay prone in the tall grass, tuning out the steady drone of the crickets and focusing on the turrets. There were three turrets on the Castle’s north side, situated atop their own Bastions. One of them was turned the opposite direction, prepared to unleash .50 caliber death on any idiot that tried to waltz in through the front gate and into the courtyard. The remaining duo swept the local area, keeping eyes up for any hostiles. The only thing they hadn’t prepared for was death from above.

The pole vault was never Midnighter’s favorite Olympic Event, but damned if it wasn’t one of his best. He jammed his bo staff six inches into Vlatvian soil and bedrock and heaved his weight over the titanium staff. Carbon fiber muscles launched him towards the middle gun emplacement like a missle.

“What the fuck is tha-” Midnighter’s knees collapsed the first soldier’s left lung on impact after the bullet of his body blasted through the heavy machine gun. He pinned the gurgling man to the ground and his left hand had already knifed through the second guard’s kneecaps before any of the trio could react. The third man struggled to bring his weapon to bear, but Midnighter stabbed him through the bottom of the jaw with two fingers, shattering all of his teeth. A tap of the man’s temple and he was out cold.

He dropped the unconscious body. The other two convulsed on the ground from their injuries, and the other turrets were just starting to turn their weapons. Midnighter cracked a wry little smile. Those poor, poor, goddamn fools. Midnighter kicked a dropped handgun and it shot through the air, exploding across the chest of a guard on the other side of the castle.

The combat computer wired into his brain surged, calculating millions of probabilities at once -- Wind speeds, bullet trajectories, even factoring in the brain waves of all the soldiers within range. Suddenly, a variable Midnighter hadn't considered, a glint in the corner of his eye. He sidestepped and the spot where he had just stood exploded into a cloud of concrete chips. His eyes traced the smoke trail in the distance -- on the highest peak of the Castle was a man in green and black. Gunhawk. A low rent merc that Batman had beaten the shit out of a few times. Apparently not thoroughly enough. And where there is a Gunhawk, a Gunbunny is soon to follow.

Midnighter concluded that the tactical situation was deteriorating, and elbow dropped the wall below him. He blew through the concrete and into the rotting wooden flooring below him, the interior of the steel reinforced concrete walls. The sides were lined with crates of spare ammunition and rations, as well as a few boxes of spare weapons. The plink of sniper fire against the walls buzzed against Midnighter’s ears. They wouldn’t penetrate, but eventually the snipers would come to flush him out -- they wouldn’t get the chance. Midnighter grabbed a crate of MG ammo and hurled it at the top of the walls interior. The crate punched through the concrete like wet tissue paper, and a tangle of Vlatvavan soldiers tumbled through the opening, colliding into the assembled crates with fleshy smacks.

By now the sirens had started to blare across the Castle. How embarrassing, it took them ten seconds to actually raise the alarm. Midnighter hurled another box to fully disable the North sector of the wall as he considered his options. It’d take the gun-toting spandex fetishist and his sidekick a minute to get down from their perch and actually get eyes on him, and the soldiers were too green to actually draw a bead on him. A run across the courtyard it is.

In that instant, a man slid through the opposite wall like a knife through butter and cracked into Midnighter’s chest with a golden-armored shoulder.

“Hrrk-” Midnighter staggered and sized up his opponent. He was floating on two discs, and encased in a wreath of golden armor. Deadline. Just a few months ago he’d been assigned to assassinate a few Atlantean dignitaries, and got away before the League was on the scene. Now he was here on a literally golden platter.

“I guess it’s my birthday today.” Midnighter dove forward, and the assassin went intangible. So predictable. Sliding through an intangible person doesn’t feel good. You’re both there and not. Every one of your atoms gets a tickle, like feeling little fingers worm through your insides and molest your organs. Midnighter crashed into a pile of boxes as he landed, and tossed one of his escrima sticks back through Deadline. It didn’t take millions of calculations per second to get the rhythm of when an intangible idiot would shift back and forth.

“Oh, oh, God!” Deadline shuddered on his hover disks, wrenching at the escrima stick now fused with his stomach. It was a wonder he didn’t pass out from the pain.

“On your left.” Deadline’s head shot to the left, searching for the attack, but Midnighter’s palm strike slammed into the right side, detonating the assassin’s golden helmet into a million pieces. Classic. Midnighter yanked the killer’s plasma pistol from Deadline’s holster and jammed it into his belt. Could come in handy.

On the faintest reaches of his sense, Midnighter detected a rumble in the wall. A microsecond ago, someone had started plowing through it. The sound of flesh and bone grinding through steel and concrete, coming to pulverize his costumed head. The frustration of the combat computer was that at times his body could barely keep up with it’s raw processing speed. This was hit he’d have to take.

Two gargantuan arms as thick around as tree trunks plowed through the walls and hauled him through six inches of pain. Midnighter could barely make out a demon mask in the dusk of the concrete before he was shot putted across the courtyard.

Midnighter spit out a mouthful of blood onto the freshly mowed grass. Apparently the lawnkeeping was a little better on the inside. He pushed himself to his knees from his heap on the ground to see his attacker sauntering towards him.

NKVDemon was a slab of muscle that had more in common with a silverback gorilla than a man. He was a full head taller than Midnighter, wearing a kevlar weave bodysuit adorned with red ceramic armoring. His belt still wore the old Soviet Hammer and Sickle. He cracked his knuckles, it sounded like a gunshot.

“I vill snap your bones like twigs, Mydnyter.” His accent was almost as thick as his skull. Midnighter drew to his feet. All around them, the turrets were locked on his position, but the guns lay still. Gunhawk was still at his perch, sights locked on Midnighter’s masked head. Apparently the Demon would have something to prove.

“I don’t hurt pussies wearing Daddy’s underwear. Is KGBeast coming, or do I have to disembowel you first?” Midnighter pulled his other escrima stick.

“You Americans. You love to talk.” NKVDemon still marched forward at the same cadence. Apparently he thought his dick was so big that a few million calculations per second wouldn’t change how this fight went.

“I don’t even need this to fuck you up six ways to Sunday. I’m going to staple your testicles to your head and beat you like a pinata.” He snapped his escrima stick in half and discarded the pieces to either side.

With a smile, the russian dropped his elbow and charged. First mistake. Midnighter sidestepped as he past, and thrust down with his elbow. His opponent ate dirt and rolled, coming up in a crouching position a foot away. He swept out with his leg but Midnighter bunny hopped backwards, falling into a boxer’s stance.

Something a lot of civilians don’t understand about Superhero fights is the strength levels involved. You put two equally superstrong guys in a box and they start hitting each other, it isn’t what you see on cartoons. People aren’t sending each other flying, combatants aren’t knocking one another into the stratosphere. It’s just history of violence. Two guys just hitting each other.

NKVDemon got back to his feet and launched a flurry of punches. They were random, disorganized. Midnighter avoided each one, pushing them aside or outright dodging them as they came.

“You know something special about me, Demon? I can detect the electrical activity in your brain.” NKVDemon went for a right side haymaker, Midnighter stepped backwards.

“I know what moves you’re preparing to make. I’ve fought this fight already, in a million different ways. I can hit you without you even seeing me. I’m what soldiers dream of growing into.” Midnighter ducked under another haymaker from the left. NKVDemon brought both of his hands up, preparing to bring them down like a cudgel. Midnighter’s hands shot upwards, stabbing into the pressure points inside of his exposed armpits. NKVDemon’s arms fell to his sides like wet noodles.

“I’m what children see when they first imagine death. I’m Midnighter.” Midnighter grabbed Demon’s face thrust up with his knee. He felt the crunch of the killer’s nose and cheekbones against him. It felt good.

Midnighter fell to his back, pulling the unconscious form of NKVDemon over him. The gunners would hesitate to shoot their own man, if only for a second. He ignored the weight of the supersoldier pressing down on his lungs, and grabbed his broken escrima stick from the ground. He pitched them through the air, annihilating two more gun turrets and the pieces impacted like bombs. Six down, six to go.

Midnighter pushed the body off and rolled as the dirt around him began exploding into machine gun and sniper fire. Things were definitely too hot out here. The castle proper lay a few dozen yards in front of him. Huge oaken doors, intricately carved with ancient Vlatvian history represented his sanctuary. He sprinted forward, his boots tearing out chunks of lawn as he went. Bullets whizzed by, mere micrometers away. But it was enough.

A grenade landed at his feet. Midnighter rolled, scooped it up, and flung it high over the Castle. Gunhawk’s screams as he got a facefull of shrapnel were nearly drowned out by the chugging of the gunfire.

Midnighter smashed through the doors, obliterating what was certainly a centuries long chapter of Vlatvian history. He dove to the side as machine gun fire annihilated anything that was left of the carvings. The masonry would protect him from any more shots, but soon he’d have a cadre of soldiers coming in after him. That just wouldn’t stand. He pulled the plasma gun from his waistband and pulled the charge pack. He closed his eyes and waited for the perfect moment, for the probabilities in his head to perfectly align… Now.
Midnighter tossed the plasma pack into the open doorway and jumped as far into the entry hall as his legs would take him. A bullet sliced through the pack. A blossom of fire rushed from the hole and enveloped the doorway, the sound alone set Midnighter’s bones to rattling as the Castle itself groaned in protest. The doorway shuddered and collapsed, piling a miniature mountain of stonework over the entryway.

“Try shooting through that.” Finally a moment to breathe. The Castle’s layout hadn’t changed much since Midnighter was last here. They’d made a tokenistic effort to patch the hole in the roof of the Entrance Hall that Superman made busting inside, covered with an assembly of shipping palettes. The brickwork and the Vlatvian banners were still in tatters after their scuffle. Apparently The Count wasn’t much concerned about keeping a tidy home. The place was labyrinthine, six different hallways splayed out in different directions. Maybe Midnighter would know which way to go if the fucking Kryptonian hadn’t stopped him last time. It didn’t help that any singage that was present was certainly slagged by that last fight. If that meant he had to kill -- er, savagely beat -- an entire Castle to get to Vertigo, then so be it.

He set down the middle path first, listening for anything -- Voices, footsteps. He could hear the subtle creak of the Castle, stones shifting and settling still, after hundreds of years. The scurry of rats… There, at the edge of his range. The pitter-patter of a heartbeat.

“You idiots do realize that when you take these jobs, you’re accepting a paycheck in return for getting permanently crippled, right?” Midnighter’s voice boomed down the hallway, “and that’s if you’re fighting the Bat. I like to play with my food more.” He rounded a corner to see a woman in a red and black number, aiming down a rifle’s sights. She did her best to cover the as much of the narrow hallway as she could with her thin frame.

“You don’t scare me.” Midnighter could see her muscles tense and coil underneath the suit’s spandex. She pulled the gun closer to her face, framing it’s ironsight in her blue hair. Her heart beat faster, and Midnighter could already taste the sweat rolling down her forehead. Apparently Gunbunny was even less without her Gunhawk.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Well, that’s a lie, I really want to hurt you, but I get paid to say I don’t. Make my day.” His grin grew wider. Gunbunny was about to make a very stupid decision.

Midnighter was already moving before the first shot cracked out of the barrel. His right hand cleaved a hunk out of the wall and heaved it at Gunbunny. The assassin held up her rifle to block and the gunmetal crumpled instantly, absorbing the impact. Then Midnighter was unpon her. He grabbed her face in one hand and squeezed, starting to feel the gentle facturing of her skull -- He felt a handgun pressed in his ribcage.

“You want to bet you can pull that trigger faster than I can crush your brain?” Midnighter locked eyes with Gunbunny. Tears were streaming down her face -- He couldn’t tell if it was from pain or terror. The gun clattered to the ground.

“Smart girl.” Midnighter’s other hand slapped against her temple and she crumpled to the floor. It was a lie, but maybe it’d make her feel better about all the reconstructive surgery she’d need.

The room ahead had a door wreathed in gold. It was ornately decorated, with tie visages of kings and conquerors of Vlatvian past. In the center was a new addition, crudely carved by novice hand -- A simplistic and huge V, jutting out of the woodwork and slicing through the images of countless other leaders. This had to be the throne room.

Midnighter kicked open the door, scattering woodchips down the center carpet of the long hall. Vertigo sat in the end, in a throne with a back many times taller than him. A tawdry golden crown was askew on his head; it clashed with the green of the cape that lay ruffled around him. It was almost too easy. But his combat computer was clean… The only threat was Vertigo’s ‘effect’ as he called it, but it’s power dropped off at range, and the hall was long enough. Child's’ play.

“I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” Midnighter cracked his knuckles. He could imagine Vertigo’s blood running down them; the crunch of his form beneath Midnighter’s knuckles… This would be glorious.

“As have I.” Vertigo smiled deeply, not moving from his chair. Maybe he wanted to accept his beating like a man, instead of kicking and screaming like an impudent whelp.

In that moment Midnighter’s world exploded into color. His vestibular fluid felt like it was trying to escape his head, and his brain pounded like bad nightclub music. The feeling seemed to sear across his mind and body, his [i]soul[/] everything that Midnighter was. He wanted to crumple to his knees, but any sense of direction left him. Everything was up, down, left, and right. The world had been swallowed up and vomited back out in the wrong order. As massive arms closed around him in a headlock, Midnighter could hear a voice, floating all around him. It had a familiar Vlatvian accent.

“Excellent work, Abracadabra. You’ve earned that bonus. Hold him still, KGBeast. I get the first shot.”

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Midnighter

Player Name:
@DocTachyon

Primary Character:
Midnighter

Secret Identity:
Lucas Trent

Status:
Active JLU

Age:
38

City:
Midnighter considers himself a ‘Citizen of the World’ but lately he’s been hanging out in Bludhaven.

Day Job:
Full time Superhero.

Powers:
Enhanced Physiology: Midnighter’s augmentations have granted him superhuman physical attributes that make him difficult to best in combat.

Super Strength: Midnighter’s strength is a force to be reckoned with. His strength is enough to physically rip apart non powered opponents, and he can go toe to toe with most metahumans.

Super Speed: While not being able to touch users of the speedforce, Midnighter is brutally fast -- at maximum effort, he can briefly go fast enough to be invisible human eye. At more typical speeds, Midnighter is still able to outmaneuver and flank most non-speedster opponents. He has a history of dodging bullets and occasionally deflecting them with his bo-staff, but he has been tagged before.

Durability: Largely as a factor of his enhanced speed and strength, due to the extra-dense musculature installed and the improved bone structure to support said musculature, Midnighter is more durable than an average human. Piercing damage is still as effective as it is on most, but he shows particular resistance to blunt force trauma. He’s walked away from high falls and has staggered away from being run over.

Healing Factor: Midnighter can heal much faster than an average human. This factor is not fast enough to come up during the duration of a typical fight, but he won’t stay down and out for long.

Combat Computer: Easily Midnighter’s greatest asset is his mental combat computer, which may make him seem to have a sort of precognition to the unlearned. He has computer hardwired into his neurons which supplement his already impressive speed and reaction time. The onboard computer allows him to run through combat situations thousands of millions of times with different permutations before he fights them -- Midnighter likes to say that if he can win, he will. The computer also has sensors to detect electrical activity in his opponents brain to better predict and counter their moves.

Weaknesses:
-EMPs will mess up Midnighter’s day. It will immediately shut out his onboard computer. He has fought without it, but it’s a major handicap and he’s not used to going without.
-Bullets. He’s great and dodging them and on occasion deflecting them, but he has trouble with too much dakka at any one time.
-Instinct Fighters/Insane Opponents. His combat computer’s computational aptitude and brain scanning falls apart at unhinged opponents. If they don’t know what they’re about to do, he won’t either.
-Fast Opponents. Anyone that thinks or can react faster than him is also a problem, as his computer will be unable to predict them.
-Psychics. If someone puts a whammy on his brain and his computer goes down, he’s in a heap of trouble.

Skills:
Hand to Hand Combatant. Midnighter has exceptional training in hand to hand combat, to supplement his already impressive powers. He has shown particular aptitude with his twin nightsticks and bo staff.
Driver: Midnighter can operate most types of civilian vehicles, and is a certified pilot.
Stealth: Midnighter has some stealth aptitude, but he prefers rushing opponents and getting close and personal.

Appearance:

Midnighter stands at a titanic 6’5” and weighs in at 170 pounds. He has something of an acrobat’s build -- his musculature is well defined, but not overpoweringly so. His shoulders and overall frame are a bit too large to be completely described by the name, but his nimbleness and speed make ‘acrobat’ a fitting title. Almost all of his body, spare his face and neck, are criss crossed with stretch marks and surgical scars; these marks are a direct result of his augmentation procedures. When unmasked he wears his short, brown hair loosely, with little care for its style beyond a basic ‘windswept’ look. He shaves regularly, but can sometimes be seen sporting stubble.
In terms of his costume, he wears almost all black; a long overcoat weaved with kevlar, a black bodysuit, black utility pouches, black half-mask, etc. The only part of his ensemble that stands out from his otherwise monotone palette is his chest armoring, covering most of either pect. It is silver, and prominently features a crescent moon icon.

BRIEF Bio:
(I tried my best to keep it brief.)
Midnighter’s early life, as far as he can recall, consisted of long periods sitting in labs while scientists poked and prodded him while injecting him with as many exotic chemicals as they could find. He may have been there as early as birth, though he has no way of knowing -- He was a part of a cohort of about two hundred other children, involved in a Super Soldier program run by one Henry Bendix. His memories, along with the memories of any survivors of the program, seem to begin at around age ten.
Midnighter’s days consisted of round the clock procedures and laboratory testing. The augmentation was a slow and greuling procedure -- he’d receive daily injections, bolstering his growth and muscle mass that much more each time to eventually allow him to reach super soldier potential, and ideally, go even further beyond -- by age thirteen he had the body of a full-grown Olympian athlete. In his nights and any off time Bendix could find in the augmentation regime were slotted with advanced classes in battle tactics, mathematics, physics, chemistry, and history. Along with the other children, Midnighter was also subjected to rigorous battle training, usually with live rounds against expendable human trainers. A few of the children Midnighter trained with displayed Metahuman abilities, and he found that these children were rotated to a different schedule of some kind.
As the years drew on and Midnighter’s teens gave way to his early twenties, he was sorted into a fireteam alongside five other children and deployed to a number of so-called ‘Danger Zones’. Midnighter’s team was dropped into Bialya, in a bid to assassinate one Col. Rumaan Harjavti, the then-leader of the burgeoning nation. After a critical failure to infiltrate the Capitol building, resulting in the death of a team member, Midnighter was forced to call for exfiltration of himself and his team. Bendix’s people refused, and insisted Midnighter drive the team forward. After forty-eight grueling hours of nonstop combat, Midnighter alone arrived in the home of the dictator and completed his mission. Bendix’s refusal to pull the team out had cost four good men and women their lives, and Midnighter refused to be a party to it any longer -- he needed to plan a breakout.
But he was beaten to the punch -- Shortly after his mission debriefing, a metahuman codenamed Sun King escaped and compromised the facility. In a pitched battle against overwhelming odds, a handful of test subjects escaped the premises, the bodies of their brothers and sisters having been spent to ensure their escape against Bendix’s legions of goons.
In the following years, Midnighter would lead a tumultuous life, establishing an identity for himself as ‘Lucas Trent’. He used this identity primarily as a means of inquiry into what little information he had on the other escapees, in a hopeful attempt to reconnect and hunt down Bendix. It is during this time he truly developed the identity of the ‘Midnighter’. After learning that his actions in Bialya had resulted in the installation of a new dictator, the ‘Queen Bee’, he set out to undo his mistake, and interrogate the Queen for whatever she knew about Bendix. With a costume loosely inspired by the Bat-Man of Gotham(minus those ears, of course), Midnighter spent years in Bialya trying to get at Queen Bee alone -- every time he’d get close, he found himself warded away be her pheromones. During this time, Midnighter grew sympathetic to the plight of the Bialyan people; he broadened his scope from Bendix and his cadre to all elements of criminality that infested the Bialyan streets.
After his pilgrimage to Bialya, Midnighter spent a dozen-odd years traveling the world in search of information about the other survivors and Bendix himself, solving problems and annihilating criminals as he went. His string of murder and mayhem across the Middle-Eastern and European Countrysides did not go unnoticed. During a stint in Vlatava, Midnighter was attacked by the forces of Count Vertigo. The local dedicator assumed Midnighter was there for him, after hearing tell of the vigilantes work in Bialya. After massacring swathes of Vlatvian(?) soldiers, marching for Verito's stronghold, the League came down on him.
Midnighter would later profess that he put up a good fight, but those who can put up a ‘good fight’ against a Kryptonian are few and far between. The League didn't exactly oppose his attack on Vertigo, but they weren't keen to let him slaughter soldiers working for a paycheck to get to him. He was left to stew in a cell for six months, until the Batman came knocking. The Leaguers had resolved to take down the Queen Bee -- and no one knew Bialya better than Midnighter.
After the League’s successful takedown of Queen Bee, Midnighter found her sorely lacking in Bendix information. The mission wasn’t a total bust -- The League had, begrudgingly, cleared him of his crimes. He worked out a deal with them -- if they helped him hunt down Bendix, he’d adopt the Batman method of savage beating instead of his own Midnighter-patented Spine Ripping. The League ultimately agreed, and their professional relationship grew closer and closer. A particular favorite memory of Midnighter's from this time is when he was paired with Wonder Woman to resolve the Kasnian civil war for what seemed like the twentieth time. Amazonians, Midnighter noted, fight like no other humans alive.
Midnighter was called in to help fight Doomsday. As he was dropped in, his combat computer flared and warned him that his odds of victory were nigh impossible. Midnighter figured 'nigh' was good enough. He received four shattered limbs for his trouble, and got to see what some of his innards looked like. After the monster and the Kryptonian died, some of Midnighter's blood was administered to Superman to try to revive him, to no avail. At this point Midnighter was welcomed to the League with full membership, to try and pick up the pieces.

Story Arcs:
All Along the Watchtower(JLU Mission): Midnighter and the rest of the League discover a massive approaching spacecraft -- easily large enough to cause an extinction level event. It’s up the League to see just what lurks aboard this massive Carrier...
House of the Rising Sun(Solo): Midnighter has been contacted by a woman calling herself Jenny Sparks, implying she has information regarding the man codenamed 'Sun King' responsible for his breakout.
War Pigs(Team-Up): Following up on a number of leads regarding the whereabouts of a group of escapees, Midnighter eventually discovers The Cohort -- A half-dozen survivors with his exact abilities. They too, hunt Bendix -- but they intend to raze Bludhaven as the start of their new campaign.
The Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey(Team-Up): Midnighter, Blue Beetle, and Booster Gold find themselves stuck on the South Pacific island of Kooey Kooey Kooey, during an active volcano eruption. It's up to them to save as many people as possible, find out who the hell caused this, and maybe check out that local casino...
London Calling(Solo/Team-Up): Midnighter finds himself travelling the world once more, and winds up in London[with or without a tag along or two]. There he comes across a group of 'superheroes' who call themselves The Elite. Midnighter sees a lot of himself in them, and that's probably why the League is pressuring him to shut them down...
Same Old Song and Dance(Solo): Midnighter has finally gotten the go-ahead from the League to go after Count Vertigo. They offered to send a team with him, but he insisted that it's grown personal. It's up to him to gleefully carve through any metahuman mercenaries the Count can throw at him.
Hell's Bells(Solo): Midnighter has finally identified one of Bendix's scientists -- Winslow Schott, who has since restyled himself as Toyman. He must make his way to the supervillain's base in Japan to see what he knows...

Supporting Characters:
All Along The Watchtower - JLU Cast, The Blight
House of the Rising Sun - Apollo, Jenny Sparks
War Pigs - Bendix’s Surviving Super Soldiers, any interested players
The Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey - Blue Beetle, Booster Gold(assuming their players are interested), Major Disaster, Big Sir
London Calling - Any PC, Manchester Black, Coldcast, The Hat, and Menagerie
Same Old Song and Dance - Count Vertigo, Abra Kadabra, KGBeast, NKVDemon Thrill Devil, Mayfly, Deadline, Gunhawk & Bunny, Scarab(Maat Shadid), and I'll add more mercs that aren't too popular as I think of them.
Hell's Bells - Winslow Schott, Hiro Okumura

Secondary Character: Probably a version of the Flash or Jack Hawksmoor that reimagines them as a Century Baby of the 21st Century. They would, of course, be reduced in power level to be setting-appropriate.

Additional Notes: I understand that the way I’ve written this, Midnighter is very powerful, but I figured I’d start high during the application process and work it down to an acceptable medium instead of starting too low and staying that way.

Also, writing this sheet out has opened my eyes to how incredibly edgy Midnighter is, jeez.

The idea for the Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey is based on the plot of Club JLI(in which Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, and Kilowogg open their own casino on the living island), which I thought was hilarious.

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

@Mara Yeah, after taking some time to ponder, I think it'll be The Institute ending. However, with their Elder dead, and incredibly valuable airship destroyed, larger groups of the Brotherhood are coming for retribution.

@Raddum That'd be awesome, dude! A lot of Fallout roleplays that I've seen don't let Super Mutant characters fly, but this sounds radical.

@Cairo Glad to have you!

@Thecrash20 Sounds great.

Probably wanna wait for at least a couple more before I post an OOC. How do we all feel about the inclusion of superpowers? What kinds of powers do we want to allow, if we allow them at all? Only stuff that's been seen in game or do we want to open it up a little more?

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@Omega Man Worked in Wonder Woman, Count Vertigo, and a handful of European and Middle Eastern countries from DC into the backstory. I also spun up four more story arcs that are much more involved with the mainline DCU.

@Lord Wraith Yeah, that was it. Thanks!

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@Omega Man I hope this sheet is alright with you. It's probably a hair OP, but I wanted some feedback on how to work it down to more manageable levels.
Also, I've edited this ~8 times and I can't figure out why the Center and Hider BBCode isn't working.

Midnighter

Player Name:
@DocTachyon

Primary Character:
Midnighter

Secret Identity:
Lucas Trent

Status:
Active JLU

Age:
38

City:
Midnighter considers himself a ‘Citizen of the World’ but lately he’s been hanging out in Bludhaven.

Day Job:
Full time Superhero.

Powers:
Enhanced Physiology: Midnighter’s augmentations have granted him superhuman physical attributes that make him difficult to best in combat.

Super Strength: Midnighter’s strength is a force to be reckoned with. His strength is enough to physically rip apart non powered opponents, and he can go toe to toe with most metahumans.

Super Speed: While not being able to touch users of the speedforce, Midnighter is brutally fast -- at maximum effort, he can briefly go fast enough to be invisible human eye. At more typical speeds, Midnighter is still able to outmaneuver and flank most non-speedster opponents. He has a history of dodging bullets and occasionally deflecting them with his bo-staff, but he has been tagged before.

Durability: Largely as a factor of his enhanced speed and strength, due to the extra-dense musculature installed and the improved bone structure to support said musculature, Midnighter is more durable than an average human. Piercing damage is still as effective as it is on most, but he shows particular resistance to blunt force trauma. He’s walked away from high falls and has staggered away from being run over.

Healing Factor: Midnighter can heal much faster than an average human. This factor is not fast enough to come up during the duration of a typical fight, but he won’t stay down and out for long.

Combat Computer: Easily Midnighter’s greatest asset is his mental combat computer, which may make him seem to have a sort of precognition to the unlearned. He has computer hardwired into his neurons which supplement his already impressive speed and reaction time. The onboard computer allows him to run through combat situations thousands of millions of times with different permutations before he fights them -- Midnighter likes to say that if he can win, he will. The computer also has sensors to detect electrical activity in his opponents brain to better predict and counter their moves.

Weaknesses:
-EMPs will mess up Midnighter’s day. It will immediately shut out his onboard computer. He has fought without it, but it’s a major handicap and he’s not used to going without.
-Bullets. He’s great and dodging them and on occasion deflecting them, but he has trouble with too much dakka at any one time.
-Instinct Fighters/Insane Opponents. His combat computer’s computational aptitude and brain scanning falls apart at unhinged opponents. If they don’t know what they’re about to do, he won’t either.
-Fast Opponents. Anyone that thinks or can react faster than him is also a problem, as his computer will be unable to predict them.
-Psychics. If someone puts a whammy on his brain and his computer goes down, he’s in a heap of trouble.

Skills:
Hand to Hand Combatant. Midnighter has exceptional training in hand to hand combat, to supplement his already impressive powers. He has shown particular aptitude with his twin nightsticks and bo staff.
Driver: Midnighter can operate most types of civilian vehicles, and is a certified pilot.
Stealth: Midnighter has some stealth aptitude, but he prefers rushing opponents and getting close and personal.

Appearance:

Midnighter stands at a titanic 6’5” and weighs in at 170 pounds. He has something of an acrobat’s build -- his musculature is well defined, but not overpoweringly so. His shoulders and overall frame are a bit too large to be completely described by the name, but his nimbleness and speed make ‘acrobat’ a fitting title. Almost all of his body, spare his face and neck, are criss crossed with stretch marks and surgical scars; these marks are a direct result of his augmentation procedures. When unmasked he wears his short, brown hair loosely, with little care for its style beyond a basic ‘windswept’ look. He shaves regularly, but can sometimes be seen sporting stubble.
In terms of his costume, he wears almost all black; a long overcoat weaved with kevlar, a black bodysuit, black utility pouches, black half-mask, etc. The only part of his ensemble that stands out from his otherwise monotone palette is his chest armoring, covering most of either pect. It is silver, and prominently features a crescent moon icon.

BRIEF Bio:
(I tried my best to keep it brief.)
Midnighter’s early life, as far as he can recall, consisted of long periods sitting in labs while scientists poked and prodded him while injecting him with as many exotic chemicals as they could find. He may have been there as early as birth, though he has no way of knowing -- He was a part of a cohort of about two hundred other children, involved in a Super Soldier program run by one Henry Bendix. His memories, along with the memories of any survivors of the program, seem to begin at around age ten.
Midnighter’s days consisted of round the clock procedures and laboratory testing. The augmentation was a slow and greuling procedure -- he’d receive daily injections, bolstering his growth and muscle mass that much more each time to eventually allow him to reach super soldier potential, and ideally, go even further beyond -- by age thirteen he had the body of a full-grown Olympian athlete. In his nights and any off time Bendix could find in the augmentation regime were slotted with advanced classes in battle tactics, mathematics, physics, chemistry, and history. Along with the other children, Midnighter was also subjected to rigorous battle training, usually with live rounds against expendable human trainers. A few of the children Midnighter trained with displayed Metahuman abilities, and he found that these children were rotated to a different schedule of some kind.
As the years drew on and Midnighter’s teens gave way to his early twenties, he was sorted into a fireteam alongside five other children and deployed to a number of so-called ‘Danger Zones’. Midnighter’s team was dropped into Bialya, in a bid to assassinate one Col. Rumaan Harjavti, the then-leader of the burgeoning nation. After a critical failure to infiltrate the Capitol building, resulting in the death of a team member, Midnighter was forced to call for exfiltration of himself and his team. Bendix’s people refused, and insisted Midnighter drive the team forward. After forty-eight grueling hours of nonstop combat, Midnighter alone arrived in the home of the dictator and completed his mission. Bendix’s refusal to pull the team out had cost four good men and women their lives, and Midnighter refused to be a party to it any longer -- he needed to plan a breakout.
But he was beaten to the punch -- Shortly after his mission debriefing, a metahuman codenamed Sun King escaped and compromised the facility. In a pitched battle against overwhelming odds, a handful of test subjects escaped the premises, the bodies of their brothers and sisters having been spent to ensure their escape against Bendix’s legions of goons.
In the following years, Midnighter would lead a tumultuous life, establishing an identity for himself as ‘Lucas Trent’. He used this identity primarily as a means of inquiry into what little information he had on the other escapees, in a hopeful attempt to reconnect and hunt down Bendix. It is during this time he truly developed the identity of the ‘Midnighter’. After learning that his actions in Bialya had resulted in the installation of a new dictator, the ‘Queen Bee’, he set out to undo his mistake, and interrogate the Queen for whatever she knew about Bendix. With a costume loosely inspired by the Bat-Man of Gotham(minus those ears, of course), Midnighter spent years in Bialya trying to get at Queen Bee alone -- every time he’d get close, he found himself warded away be her pheromones. During this time, Midnighter grew sympathetic to the plight of the Bialyan people; he broadened his scope from Bendix and his cadre to all elements of criminality that infested the Bialyan streets.
After his pilgrimage to Bialya, Midnighter spent a dozen-odd years traveling the world in search of information about the other survivors and Bendix himself, solving problems and annihilating criminals as he went. His string of murder and mayhem across the Middle-Eastern and European Countrysides did not go unnoticed. During a stint in Vlatava, Midnighter was attacked by the forces of Count Vertigo. The local dedicator assumed Midnighter was there for him, after hearing tell of the vigilantes work in Bialya. After massacring swathes of Vlatvian(?) soldiers, marching for Verito's stronghold, the League came down on him.
Midnighter would later profess that he put up a good fight, but those who can put up a ‘good fight’ against a Kryptonian are few and far between. The League didn't exactly oppose his attack on Vertigo, but they weren't keen to let him slaughter soldiers working for a paycheck to get to him. He was left to stew in a cell for six months, until the Batman came knocking. The Leaguers had resolved to take down the Queen Bee -- and no one knew Bialya better than Midnighter.
After the League’s successful takedown of Queen Bee, Midnighter found her sorely lacking in Bendix information. The mission wasn’t a total bust -- The League had, begrudgingly, cleared him of his crimes. He worked out a deal with them -- if they helped him hunt down Bendix, he’d adopt the Batman method of savage beating instead of his own Midnighter-patented Spine Ripping. The League ultimately agreed, and their professional relationship grew closer and closer. A particular favorite memory of Midnighter's from this time is when he was paired with Wonder Woman to resolve the Kasnian civil war for what seemed like the twentieth time. Amazonians, Midnighter noted, fight like no other humans alive.
Midnighter was called in to help fight Doomsday. As he was dropped in, his combat computer flared and warned him that his odds of victory were nigh impossible. Midnighter figured 'nigh' was good enough. He received four shattered limbs for his trouble, and got to see what some of his innards looked like. After the monster and the Kryptonian died, some of Midnighter's blood was administered to Superman to try to revive him, to no avail. At this point Midnighter was welcomed to the League with full membership, to try and pick up the pieces.

Story Arcs:
All Along the Watchtower(JLU Mission): Midnighter and the rest of the League discover a massive approaching spacecraft -- easily large enough to cause an extinction level event. It’s up the League to see just what lurks aboard this massive Carrier...
House of the Rising Sun(Solo): Midnighter has been contacted by a woman calling herself Jenny Sparks, implying she has information regarding the man codenamed 'Sun King' responsible for his breakout.
War Pigs(Team-Up): Following up on a number of leads regarding the whereabouts of a group of escapees, Midnighter eventually discovers The Cohort -- A half-dozen survivors with his exact abilities. They too, hunt Bendix -- but they intend to raze Bludhaven as the start of their new campaign.
The Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey(Team-Up): Midnighter, Blue Beetle, and Booster Gold find themselves stuck on the South Pacific island of Kooey Kooey Kooey, during an active volcano eruption. It's up to them to save as many people as possible, find out who the hell caused this, and maybe check out that local casino...
London Calling(Solo/Team-Up): Midnighter finds himself travelling the world once more, and winds up in London[with or without a tag along or two]. There he comes across a group of 'superheroes' who call themselves The Elite. Midnighter sees a lot of himself in them, and that's probably why the League is pressuring him to shut them down...
Same Old Song and Dance(Solo): Midnighter has finally gotten the go-ahead from the League to go after Count Vertigo. They offered to send a team with him, but he insisted that it's grown personal. It's up to him to gleefully carve through any metahuman mercenaries the Count can throw at him.
Hell's Bells(Solo): Midnighter has finally identified one of Bendix's scientists -- Winslow Schott, who has since restyled himself as Toyman. He must make his way to the supervillain's base in Japan to see what he knows...

Supporting Characters:
All Along The Watchtower - JLU Cast, The Blight
House of the Rising Sun - Apollo, Jenny Sparks
War Pigs - Bendix’s Surviving Super Soldiers, any interested players
The Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey - Blue Beetle, Booster Gold(assuming their players are interested), Major Disaster, Big Sir
London Calling - Any PC, Manchester Black, Coldcast, The Hat, and Menagerie
Same Old Song and Dance - Count Vertigo, Abra Kadabra, KGBeast, NKVDemon Thrill Devil, Mayfly, Deadline, Gunhawk & Bunny, Scarab(Maat Shadid), and I'll add more mercs that aren't too popular as I think of them.
Hell's Bells - Winslow Schott, Hiro Okumura

Secondary Character: Probably a version of the Flash or Jack Hawksmoor that reimagines them as a Century Baby of the 21st Century. They would, of course, be reduced in power level to be setting-appropriate.

Additional Notes: I understand that the way I’ve written this, Midnighter is very powerful, but I figured I’d start high during the application process and work it down to an acceptable medium instead of starting too low and staying that way.

Also, writing this sheet out has opened my eyes to how incredibly edgy Midnighter is, jeez.

The idea for the Kooey Kooey Kooey Kablooey is based on the plot of Club JLI(in which Booster Gold, Blue Beetle, and Kilowogg open their own casino on the living island), which I thought was hilarious.

Fallout: The Unstoppables!

The Unstoppables! Premiere superheroes of the Fallout Universe's comic books, The Unstoppables are are force to be reckoned with, Their lineup includes the spectacular Grognak, Manta Man, The Inspector, The Mistress of Mystery, and of course, The Silver Shroud!

Hey, so, this is an idea I had that inspired me to come back to RP Guild after a bit of a hiatus. I haven't fleshed out terribly many details as of yet, but here's the gist -- Fallout Universe, in and around the Commonwealth area, just after the time of the Sole Survivor(we can discuss which ended was chosen in the posts below). Every character would be a superhero of some kind -- you can choose a 'canon' Unstoppable like Grognak or Shroud, a 'non-canon' one like Nuka Girl or Vault Boy, or even make your own if you can manage to keep in with the sort of 'theme' Fallout creates for The Unstoppables. We'd probably travel across the Commonwealth, solving problems where need be, and taking down tyrants, damn it. Maybe we'd vacation in Nuka World.

As far as 'superpowers' go, I'm a little on the fence. There is precedent in lore for them, ala Mama Murphy, but whether or not I allow characters to have them really depends on the mood of the group, and if I do, they probably won't be frightfully powerful.

So... How about it? Superheroes in the Fallout Universe. Lemme know if you're interested!