El Gato Naranja

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

“Maybe we can measure how strong we are; if we tell each other what our superpowers are? I'm curious what you guys can do?” She didn’t care much for the pissing contest they were having; she wanted to see if they were useful enough for her plan.

"Hmm, how do I say this…", Alfred leaned back on his seat, scratching his scruffy chin.

The Frostbite whispered. "Tell her everything. I want to see how she reacts!"

Alfred mentally sighed at the words of his companion… symbiote spirit. It was proud and full of itself, if nothing else. "I'm a cyromancer, that much is obvious from the ice cubes that I've been dropping into this glass of water. That's just the tip of the iceberg though. I'm conjoined, united with a primordial spirit of winter. I can let it out, transform into a phoenix of ice. In that state, I… it can fly around, freeze things to death. Frostbite is what I call it… since that's the only name it would tell me. Either way, it can be a bit cranky…"

He looked down at the power suppressor on his ankle, sniffing. "With this on, I can't transform outside my cell. Would be nice to stretch my wings elsewhere… I hope so one day."

“I can’t get them through.” She stated simply, and for a moment naked longing was plain in the little extraterrestrial’s gaze as she peered at his place settings. Of course, then Alfred winked and it took her a moment to realize this must’ve been a joke. It was appropriate to laugh now, yes? She laughed just to be sure.

Surely enough, Alfred let out a rather tamed chuckle at Kailani's antics, noting how she had absolutely no discomfort shoving those pieces of metal and ceramic into her mouth. He swore he could hear what sounded like the grinding of a hundred buzzsaws and welding machines from inside the alien to cut through the stainless steel… but a second of analyzing what was reality and what was not told him that was just his imagination.

"It really is just your imagination, but there is a grain of truth in it.", Frostbite spoke with a chilling whisper that was at the same time rather comforting. It was as if the cold nature of its voice soothed Alfred's ears and mind. "That thing can eat literally anything, save for raw energy, perhaps."

"She might try to eat my hand."

"One does not bite the hand that feeds them."

"Ehhh… sure…"

Were we to engage." He said, matter-of-factly, ignoring Körbl's actual question. "I would kill you. And neither you nor anyone else'd be able to stop me."

There was a cold circle of steel that pressed itself at the base of Charon's neck. His own personal Guard. It wasn't a typical threat however. The weapon itself wouldn't really do much to dissuade Charon when he began to "work". Instead the Guard reminded him of the actual deterrent he now faced.

"Fortunately for you. Unfortunately for me. I won't be able to follow through on that fact. Not unless the implant added to me is temporarily turned off. Or removed."

Alfred shrugged as the death threats were thrown around like candy in a children's party, except that the children were not children at all, but rather were a motley assortment of superpowered criminals that would kill and destroy at a whim. And there wasn't any candy in here… well, someone told him he smelled like mint. Who was that again? The cryomancer could hardly remember. Memory was a fickle thing when one's own mind is divided, theirs and at the same time not.

Ah, right. Vikky, one of the guards assigned to his cell. She handed him mint candy a few times as if only to prove that point. Frostbite said that she was probably some college student that couldn't find a safer job to pay off her loans… poor girl.

"Hmph, perhaps the moment you can...transform, then I'll definitely come back for you."

"Might be quite a while, then.", Alfred replied, spinning the glass that he was holding. "I hope you can catch up when I'm… flying."

Just about to send over the flame to the wooden spoon and get rid of such rude pointing, she actually heard a question that made her stop and contemplate. Her hand closed and the flame left with it as she thought out loud, "Hmmm 142 contracts, and I believe 96 requested for the target's death"

She then shrugged nonchalantly, "but if you mean outside of my work, well I didn't keep count."

Now the question was answered. "So the answer is 'yes'." Alfred nodded, flashing out a small penguin sculpture made from ice in but an instant. He gazed upon his creation, applying finishing touches where he saw them fit.

"Hmm.", Alfred looked back at Ameliya. "We both have quite the body count, but yours is undoubtedly higher. I count ten sorcerers, who had shackled Frosty to their will for centuries, and a few dozen of their cohorts and guardians as casualties of my… ehem… crusade. There are more in the list…"

“Heeey! What's crackin' ma homies? Randy, long time no see! Abby, how's ma girl? Lookin' hot today Amy! Hey! Even Frosty the Snowbird is here! Oh and if it ain't my favorite bottomless pit!”

"What in the ten thousand years of horrible, deathly existence did she just call me?"

"I call you Frosty too, though."

"You're the only one that's allowed to do that!"

Alfred shrugged. The entreaties of the Frostbite were quite constant, but he wanted something or someone to break up the tense mood that all the strength talk had created on the table, and the arrival of Iris did just that. Her manner of speech reminded him of old friends, some of whom can no longer be counted amongst the living. Damn the Cabal…

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

“Are you done with that? Thanks!” She reached out, the cuffs jangling at her wrists as she grabbed his spoon and promptly shoved it through the muzzle without waiting for an answer. The metal crunched easily under her teeth, disappearing into her gullet in a mere moment.

Alfred didn't even get to say anything when the alien woman had taken his spoon and devoured it with a terrifying relish. It wasn't even edible. Just a stale piece of stainless steel that would have caused some serious digestive problems for anyone that wasn't an extraterrestrial vacuum cleaner… but not Kailani.

"The lion, the witch, and the audacity of this bitch.", Frostbite called out from the back of Alfred's mind, eliciting a slight chuckle from the cryomancer. "Look at that! She just ate your spoon! How… how are you laughing?"

"No, I don't mind, especially now that you've already done the deed.", Alfred said to Kailani with a shrug. The primordial entity inside him raged, but he ignored its furious petitions just for once. "Go on, eat the fork and the knife and the plate and the tray, too. And the glass. Wait, no, not the glass. I need it."

Alfred winked. She was funny, at least for now. He figured if he kept to her good side, she wouldn't try eating his hand. Or would she?

Rueyn had learned that this face of hers was actually an advantage in this kind of environment, and did it every so often to remind people that she was not human, not bound by human limitations and was still capable of ripping you to shreds, without her powers.

"Oh my, scary...", Alfred muttered loudly. Demons were something that the Frostbite hadn't spoken of, not a lot at least. It could be that it had a bad experience with them, or simply have not gained the opportunity to interact with one, not until now. Maybe it just didn't have an opinion on them.

Frostbite whispered once again. "Tread lightly with demons. They are terrifying."

"I know, I can see that. Though what kind of demon is this anyway…"

"Who amongst us...is the strongest?" Körbl this time said loudly, body readied and willing to jump into action. It's been a long time since he had gotten into a proper fight.

"Maybe let's set up an arena and find out.", Alfred said with a quiet voice, the usual kind. "Though I'd prefer being able to transform into my uh… full form, if you know what I mean. Not exactly doable when there's a suppressor on my ankle. Heh. Though it's probably you, anyway. We've seen enough to know that."

Nope, Alfred didn't really think that. He was just telling Körbl what he thought he wanted to hear and eventually steer the discussion into something less of an ingredient for a prison brawl that might see his book and noodle privileges revoked.

So she stared back at him with eyes that seemed to flash with fiery light as she answered him, "Well I don't know about the strongest, but from my experience, most men do tend to burn up all the same."

"Uh huh...", Alfred slowly nodded. "Out of curiosity, I must ask. How many have you... hmmm, incinerated? Mundanes, non-mundane, how much of each?"

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

"Hehehe! He gets it!" before suggestively pointing down at his own lap. His giggles soon died off and, under his own breath, he said "Bonehead tells it better, I guess..."

With that, he shoved another slice of peach into his mouth. "By ah' way," he began as he chewed. "Who ahr yoo guys a'eeway?" His lips audibly smacked between each word. "I'uh Jack" He swallowed. "Jack Brennan. Entrepreneur. I'm a guy that knows how to get things," he lied. In Jack's mind, value was it's own protection. If Jack was good for something, maybe he wouldn't be given a hard time by the other inmates.

Alfred gave Jack a humorous wink on top of a barely contained chuckle, appreciating that he alone was able to receive the joke that the atomic woman blurted out when they had first sat around this miserable table in this miserable prison, with miserable food to boot. Add the miserable people in it, and their circus of misery is complete. Though as the Frostbite often said, many of these things, creatures of legend and myth, and criminals and killers of the highest order do deserve do be in here... but not them. The Frostbite and its host, no, its partner, only seek to destroy a council of villains, and their allied councils of evildoers that merely happened to be viciously wealthy, so that they may evade the clutches of justice with only the touch of a button. They should be out there...

"I'm Alfred Gunther, from Juneau, Alaska. And in here," he pointed to himself, "Is a cranky winter spirit that is as old as the world itself... Oh, don't you hear that? He says that you're... uh... 'more tolerable than the others'. Well, don't mind that."

Then a few more people came towards the table and sat upon the seats. There was that one known as Ameliya-

"Too fiery for my taste.", the Frostbite grumbled within Alfred's mind as the fire woman strode into view. "With that kind of attitude, she will never have a chance of escape. They will always be watching her."

"Aren't all pyrokinetics... hot headed?"

"No. My sister, the Summer Blaze, is not a fool."

Someone with a German sounding name sat down as well, asking for strength. Or rather, asking Jack if he was strong. Strong? Maybe, since he has the build. But why ask that kind of question here?

"Don't you recall, Alfie?", Frostbite once again interjected. "This one asks other prisoners about who's strong and then marks them for single combat. Truly a vain one, seeking to validate their own strength through comparisons with others."

"... I see..."

"I mean, if you want to fight, then at least have the decency to make sure it's a fair battle with both parties at full, uninhibited strength! Not like we can do that in these halls, but you get the point."

"Fair enough, Frosty."

Then there was the rotting ghoul, Randolph. Alfred made sure to gulp all the food down before the smell of rot entered his nostrils, since he knew that he would probably lose all his appetite if such an offensive scent assaulted his nose. So by the time Randolph actually got down, Alfred had finished eating, leaving only a clean slate of a tray in front of him.

A few other characters arrived in the scene. The so-named Arc Dragon, the demoness Reuyn... or was it Rueyn? Ruin? Ruyn- ah fu-

"We really talking about strength in a place like this?" She scoffed before shoving a spoon full of muck into her mouth.

"Furthermore, what kind of strength would that even refer to? The strength of one's punches, how much devastation can be brought into a given area, how much fear could be inflicted?"

Alfred dropped several icecubes into his glass of water and sipped from it. "Power cannot be measured through any one standard alone. And it is my opinion that brute strength is simply the least of all powers one can have. Ehem. Anyway. I may seem small and insignificant in appearance, but I had destroyed a whole council of sorcerers. One of the ten did escape, but the fool ran into a portal. Poor Frosty still feels unfinished about the whole affair."

“Ya guys should lay off on her; She’s been through enough already...we all have.” This got her a smack with the bud of the cattle prod. “Shut up.” The burned-hand guard shouted. Abby spat some blood on the tray below her; “Fuckin piss ant.” She cursed with a sneer on her face.

Alfred was almost inclined to say something as well, but held his words until after the guard was already far from earshot. "Well that went swimmingly...", the cryomancer said, shrugging. "Try to be chill with them, if you get what I mean. That's how I got them to give me my requested spicy noodles at lunch times. It's a good break from the muck we usually get."

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/The Frostbite

Never One...

Without the Other

Alfred continued to create ice sculptures inside his cell, forming rather exquisite works of art. The other prisoners kept on screaming and shouting though, and when it got rather intense, a blood vessel in his brain twitched. A moment of irritation took hold of the cryomancer's mood as an extremely ill timed shout about 'killing every single little bastard in this prison' caused him to slip, shooting an ice spike towards the wall. He was by no means pleased by it, even if he had hardened his mind against the constant adulations and roaring that reverberated throughout the corridors of their deep asylum. Sometimes, too much was too much.

Alfred could only sigh. The well sculpted statue of the Frostbite's avian form had been marred, the horn on top of its head blown away by the previous blast. He was so close, as close as a master craftsman's thread through a needle's eye, only for some low-life to disrupt his concentration…

"They are lowly beings.", the Frostbite reminded him from the back of his head. "These… things. They are here not because they committed great crimes in the service of a glorious purpose or for simple retribution against ancient wrongs… but rather, only because they are degenerates that merely wish to kill and eat."

"Fair enough…", Alfred replied, reforming the statue's nose horn. "Degenerates, huh. That is a strong word."

"The Cabal are degenerates, and so are these creatures! You're the odd one out, or course, for our minds are in absolute sync, you are me and I am you..."

"Never one…", Alfred answered, applying some finishing touches to the statue just as the Frostbite itself finished the whole phrase, "...without the other."

"Maybe we should call ourselves Kindred," the Frostbite said with an eerie chuckle, "Just like that unitary being in that game you played…"

"They're the Lamb and the Wolf, it wouldn't make sense."

"You're the Lamb and I'm the Wolf, in that case."

As if in cue to end their inward conversation, the door swung open, revealing a pair of guards waiting outside. One of them wielded a flamethrower, while the other had a taser ready on his belt and the power suppressor on his hand. "Come on, Gunther. And Frostbite. Whatever you go by these days."

"You can call us Frosther, because we're one.", Alfred answered, much to the guards' bewilderment. "Oh, hello Terry, my favourite guard. Did you rebond your hair? You look fabulous today."

The guard with the flamethrower barely stifled a chuckle. Alfred had been one of the most well mannered inmates here, and was pretty chill. Chill… How fitting.

"I did, now get out of there and put the suppressant on, you're having breakfast."

"I hope you got me darjeeling tea like we talked about last time?"

"...no, sorry."

"Sad."

Alfred was soon escorted out of the cell and brought towards the mess hall, where villainous personalities and eldritch monsters mingled with one another. Frostbite always said that it was a ticking time bomb waiting to happen. Alfred thought the same, or perhaps not at the same time.

Sitting down, he found himself just opposite of the one named the Atom Bomb. He could barely remember what she was here for, but her title should say just enough.

And she told a joke. Cannibals and a clown.

"Hmm. Funny.", Alfred chuckled ever so slightly as he ate what passed for good in these halls, though he was granted those spicy noodles every now and then because he was so well mannered and nice. "Now that's a… fitting joke to be told here, where we do have cannibals and at least one person in a clown outfit."

The cryomancer kept eating, trying really hard not to make eye contact with anyone.

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Alfred Gunther/Frosbite

While other prisoners were either screaming, scribbling random letters and numbers, or straight up just lying down on the floor, Alfred was doing something... different. The guards didn't really find any reason to come by his cell too often, as he was one of, if not the most well behaved of all the patients/prisoners sequestered within these deep, subterranean hallways. He'd usually just sit there, using his comparatively low end cyrokinetic abilities to make pretty ice sculptures. Sometimes they'd take the appearance of simply but elegant pillars. At other times, the sculptured were penguin statues; a mark that deep inside, he had never left that bit if his childhood, that loving adoration of penguins that Alfre had always possessed. Sometimes, though, he makes heads, with faces with utterly well crafted features, enough so that any onlookers might just recognize who these were.

"Juneau City Council... aka, the Cabal...", Alfred quietly grumbled, an equally sombre voice of dread winter speaking to him in the back of his head, essentially repeating whatever he says. "Cold, cold, what is cold, but the absence of heat, the natural state of things... unlife?"

The man wrapped his arms around the pillow, cuddling as if it were a teddy bear or a beloved pet. "They deny the Primordial Cold its vengeance... yes, they do. Must we wait for another year to finally have retribution? How long till we return to our dear mother, father?"

Dread silence, then another conversation with the wind. "Ah, yes, I miss the friends too. Though you have never met them, Frostbite... right, right, you wish to do so... no, the Cabal must be destroyed first."

The Blessed Century - A 1st Generation Superhero RP

@Divine Darkness
@Espada Emi
@The Man Emperor
@Clever Hans
@Eviledd1984
@twave
@MagratheanWhale
@Shadokit

OK. Everyone wanted a discord. This is for existing and Potential Players. Gonna try to get the IC up as soon as I make my character, but the game will still be open to other prospects.

https://discord.com/channels/911327005079896115/911327673727483924

<Snipped quote by Espada Emi>

As long as she isn't regrowing entire limbs or heads, I think It's acceptable. :)

@iGeorge

Link doesn't work for me :(

The Blessed Century - A 1st Generation Superhero RP

So we're getting a Discord innit? For faster real-time communication?

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Frostbite

Name: Alfred Gunther
Known Aliases: Frostbite
Age: 28
Appearance: Standing at 5'9" and weighing 60 kilograms, Alfred Gunther appears to be an unassuming man that could hardly be suspected of being a non-mundane. He naturally has black hair, and strands of grey could be seen if someone looks closely enough.

Alfred Gunther as a human

The Cyrophoenix

Psyche Profile: Alfred seems to be tranquil in nature, as he rarely if ever raises his voice to… well, anyone. He has a cheerful disposition, and that's not really that far from the truth. His records indicate that he really was, for the most part, a model citizen, with the incidents that landed him into the Borehole being the only odd ones out. Even when transformed as the Cryo Phoenix, he retains this personality. It is indeed strange to see such a creature of terrifying power to appear to be so friendly, though whether or not this is merely a ruse is yet to be seen.

Alfred expresses regret over the devastation that his other half is capable of, but as his memory is intact, he had stated that the things he did as the Cryo Phoenix were fully justified, if not done in a far less than subtle way.

Perhaps this can be explained by the theory that the consciousnesses of Frostbite and Alfred Gunther have merged into a single psychic entity within his mind. Historical records indicate that the Frostbite is a primordial entity that had been imprisoned and manipulated for centuries, being freed when it passed into Alfred Gunther. The synchronicity of their minds remains unexplained, but this merger disrupted whatever mental chains that its controllers once had. Alfred Gunther/Frostbite now seek bloody retribution for the continual anguish that it suffered. It is reasonable to assume that those members of that 'Cabal' are the only beings that he would be irrevocably hostile to. Irritation may briefly capture Gunther should other prisoners or the guards intentionally aggravate him, but he would usually dismiss these later on. Despite this apparent selectiveness, Frostbite has no qualms about collateral damage.

Background: According to records, Alfred Gunther hailed from a lower middle income family in Juneau, Alaska. He is the only child of Sandra Poltar Gunther and William Gunther, and was described to have been 'cherished and spoiled rotten'. William worked as a miner that secretly was bonded to the [REDACTED] and was one of the non-mundane, while Sandra was a nurse. High costs of living ensured that their funds were always short and barely sufficient to provide for everything they needed. As such, everyday was yet another period of time in which the fate of their home would be decided. He had no siblings, with his one potential younger brother dying from a miscarriage. He did have friends, but it wasn't enough to fill the void. He would later go on to finish university through the aid of a scholarship, and went to a career of pharmaceutical research.

When Alfred was around 27 years old, he appeared to have contracted a serious illness. Hospital records from Juneau indicate that it was late stage leukemia, having gone undetected over the years until it began seriously affecting his life. There was little hope of curing it so late, and his life was almost certain to end within several months, his father William turned to desperate measures just to save his life. He implored that the [REDACTED] go and save him. Sandra, being unaware of this arrangement, had all but accepted that their only child was going to be gone too soon.

Until he wasn't. When Alfred was taken out for a walk in the patch of woodland near the hospital, a phoenix of ice emerged from the forest, initially frightening hikers and campers in the area but eventually disappearing into the night.

Sandra thought that Alfred's recovery was a miracle. William, and to a lesser extent, Alfred himself knew what really happened: an eldritch creature, a being of primal winter, had come to inhabit his body and mind like his father before him. He had been given new life, and perhaps a life of ageless immortality for as long as the Frostbite is bound to him, but at what cost?

Such eldritch action would not go unnoticed. After around a year, a cabal of sorcerers, the ones that had granted William the power of the Frostbite decades prior in exchange for saving his life, were enraged to learn the creature they created had transferred into a new host, one they couldn't control. As such, they sent threats of annihilation, and gave a short deadline before they carried them out.

The one thing they didn't expect, however, was for the Frostbite to be utterly intertwined into the mind of Alfred Gunther to the point that it was him, and he was it. Memories of the other treacherous deeds that the Cabal flowed through his mind. He even saw how they operated in collusion with other groups. So, a day after they had sent their missives of destruction, the Cryophoenix attacked the city hall where they were secretly ruling as Juneau's lords, utterly destroying them, save for one, who managed to escape through a portal.

That is not what the world thought, however. From the perspective of any good citizen, this was an indiscriminate attack against the long serving city council that had done good to Juneau. And so, the government tracked down Frostbite and apprehended him. The lone survivor of the Cabal propped up additional charges, such as the trafficking of illegal narcotics, black market trading, and the committing of unsolved murders that the Cabal had actually committed in protecting their position. These all went through, of course, and Alfred Gunther was sent to the Borehole…

Skills, Talents and Learning:

For most of his life, he had relegated himself to staying behind a desk, and as such, wouldn't appear to be physically intimidating as a human, though he did have self defense class years prior. When transformed, he appears to have a far more innate understanding of combat whether at range or in close quarters, and would consistently use the environment to aid himself.

He was a pharmacist; however, Alfred doubts that any skills learned as one would be beneficial in any escape attempt.

Power(s) and Capabilities:

Cyro Phoenix Transformation: Alfred has the ability to turn into a Frost Phoenix with a body made from supernatural ice at will. The Phoenix itself is about the same height as he is as a human, bearing a wingspan of around 10 feet wide at maximum. The ice that comprises this form is of eldritch nature, being strangely resistant against small arms fire and sharp weapons. The wings each have a single claw that can easily deal painful wounds to an unprotected person.

Transforming into the Frost Phoenix essentially atomizes and reforms his body; as such, injuries sustained as a human are removed upon transformation. Taking injuries whilst human will trigger transformation as a form of subconscious defence mechanism.

Cryokinesis In the Frost Phoenix state, he is able to breath conical blasts of freezing wind at close to medium ranges, rapidly draining the kinetic and heat energy of targets caught in the attack to the point that they could be turned into frozen popsicles. In addition, his presence exudes a cold zone with a radius of three meters, causing temperatures to gradually drop to -5° C unless counteracted by a heat factor within that zone.

As a human, Alfred is able to create and manipulate ice into whatever shape he wishes, though this ice isn't the supernatural variant that his transformed state is composed of. Since his cryokinetic ability in his human state is rather weak and incapable of ever killing anyone, he uses his cryokinesis to make pretty ice sculptures.

Power Limits: Alfred's abilities appear to lack reach; in order to freeze any hostile entities, he has to close the distance of at least seven feet. In addition, his cryokinetic powers can be counteracted through insulating materials and heat based powers/weaponry.

The transformation into a Cryo Phoenix is not instant, taking around 10 seconds to complete. As such, nearby guards would be able to respond to it using a taser to cut the transformation short.

Known Vulnerabilities:
The Frost Phoenix, while capable of maintaining an extremely cold internal temperature, can be overwhelmed by consistent application of intense heat and forced into a catatonic state, if not simply transforming back into a human form.

In addition to intense heat, Cyro Phoenix form appears to be vulnerable against sonic based attacks as well as extreme blunt force.

Motives: Alfred is driven to reveal the treachery of the Cabal of Juneau and their cohorts, though his subconscious directs him to enact vengeance upon them for ancient wrongs. That is the one thing he wishes to do if he is freed, and nothing or no one will get in the way.

Noble intentions? Perhaps. Methods? Uncompromising annihilation. Collateral be damned.

Level: Threat level, as defined by the Borehole's parameters. I will assign this to your character.
Recommended Containment Procedures: Alfred is to be kept inside a cell lined with insulated walls that are lined with thermal projectors. Heating kicks off whenever he attempts to freeze his way out of the cell.

When outside the cell, Alfred is to have an ankle-strapped power dampener to prevent him from transforming while away from the containment systems of his cell.

Notes: He insists on having spicy noodles as part of his lunch.

The Blessed Century - A 1st Generation Superhero RP

The Arclight/Maxim Rodin

Name: Maxim (Maks) Andreevich Rodin
Alias: The Arclight
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 56 kilograms
Personality: Maxim is an amicable, farsighted individual. He seems to be quite affectionate to folks he's close with, and also has a marked liking for fluffy animals. Maxim is rather focused, and it's hard for anyone to really distract him from what he's currently doing. He can, however, be kindled to a lethal fury should he see someone he really liked get injured.

Powers/Abilities/Weaknesses Description:

Energy Infusion: Maxim demonstrates the ability to infuse energy into weaponry that he is touching. This infusion will manifest as a golden glow on the object, which then acts to enhance destructive capabilities. Usually, bullets will have enhanced penetration and blades will become sharper. However, by scaling energy consumption, the effects can be furthered. At a higher level, bullets will be able to cause small grenade scaled explosions upon impact, and blades will be able to carve through steel with ease.

The drawback of this ability is that it applies only to one or two things at a time. The moment Maxim loses physical contact with the weapon that he had enhanced, he has to pick it up again and charge it in order to apply the same effects. Using it constantly, especially at a heightened level, consumes stamina, so it requires careful spending.

Backstory: Maxim Rodin hails from Vladivostok, the easternmost major city of the former Russian Empire. His parents were part of the prosperous middle class that had arisen in the cities as industrialization gradually arose throughout the country. Naturally, they were opposed to the growing movement of Communists in the Empire, which they perceived as a threat to their livelihood.

Alas, that is just what happened. In October 1917, the Russian Empire fell into a revolution. The Reds and the Whites fought a brutal civil war for the next few years… but the Rodins were having none of it. As soon as the hostilities broke out, they left the Empire, refusing to allow Maxim the slightest chance to be conscripted by the filthy Communists… or the capitalist Whites. He will not fight there.

And so, they moved to the United States, first moving to Anchorage, Alaska before going down south to a more pleasant climate in Los Angeles. It was here Maxim discovered his own abilities, manifesting when he was being taught to fire a rifle to hunt wild game. The rifle began to glow with an iridescent golden glow, and the bullet that it fired cleanly blasted a hole through the rock that the target was behind, which also had a bullet hole in it.

And so, the Arclight was born; over the coming years, he would hone his marksmanship, combining it with his power to become one of the most daunting superpowered vigilantes on the West Coast. Woe be to those who commit evil in the dark; they will be lit up by weapons of golden light soon enough.

Visual Description or Pic:

Maxim

The Blessed Century - A 1st Generation Superhero RP

Wow, so far three spooky types and a farm boy. That should make for some awesome and hilarious interactions. :D

@Clever Hans

He's more of a city boi but yeah lol