Exodus

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

When I heard about Batman vs Superman, I thought "Okay, this seems pretty cool." Then they threw Wonder Woman in, and I was like, "Hey, that's a nice surprise. It's about damn time Wonder Woman gets some screentime." But now that they're throwing Aquaman in too, I can't help but feel like they're throwing cameos everywhere just for the hell of it.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Chris The room was small. Kinda dingy, actually, and a mess. An open duffel bag lay on the table, a few shirts hanging out over the edge. Jeans were draped over a chair, a jacket hung on the doorknob, a blanket had been kicked onto the floor, and even the bed itself was a mess. Well, if it could really even be called a bed, more like a glorified cot (admittedly a little wider) with a bedroll on top, but that's beside the point. It was nicer than what some of the other to-be 5th years stayed in at least. Chris woke up early that morning. Which is to say, early by his standards. He rose with the sun. But today was different; he had to go back to the Academy. Fuck. He was only half-packed. Again: Fuck. He scooted over, sat at the edge of the cot, rubbed his eyes,scratched his organic bicep -the left one- and yawned. A rag sat on the end table against the wall next to his bed. He picked it up, and gave his metal arm a once-over, rubbing out any spots that may have accumulated and hardened during the night. There was a noise from behind him as he stood up, a stirring of the sheets and the murmur of a voice. He looked behind him; oh shit. The girl. Fuck. FUCK! What was her name again? Fuck. He had to pack. Now. Sliding off the bed, he started retrieving his guns from their hiding places near him. Pistol between the mattress and headboard, check. Revolver behind the end table, check. Sniper rifle underneath the bed, check. He looked frantically around the room, trying to figure out what to do next. Pants! Yeah, pants. That would be good. He tiptoed over to the chair quickly, grabbed the pair of jeans, and started putting them on. KRRRP! Shit. Big toe ripped a huge hole in the knee. Oh well. Ripped jeans were back in-style anyway. He flipped the dangling clothes back into the duffel, and tossed any items lying about into it as well before zipping it up as quietly as he could. Lifting up the bra on top, he grabbed his shirt off the bedpost. It was one of his favorites- "Feed My Frankenstein." Ah, Alice Cooper. The music of his grandparents, as he affectionately called it. They were pretty cool people. Okay, mind wandering. Re-focus. Gotta go. He grabbed his duffel off the table, and his jacket off the door, stuffing his arms in as he started running down the hall. He suddenly stopped and did a 180. Guns. He ran back, stuffing his guns in the holsters in his jacket, and slung the rifle over his shoulder. He looked back at the girl. She was still asleep, and... Hey. She was actually pretty cute. Maybe he would leave her his number on a scrap of paper, or... Nah. Still barefoot, he got outside just in time to see the griffon land in front of him. He had to brace himself from the wind that its wings created. Walking over to it, he rubbed its beak before pulling its head into an embrace. "Hey, buddy... Long time no see." The griffon cawed quietly in response. "Well, don't worry. I'll come visit you once I get settled in, alright?" The griffon shook its neck and ruffled its feathers. "Alright, there's my boy." He patted its head before hopping up onto its side. The beast wasted no time before letting off a caw, getting a good running start, and taking off into the early morning darkness.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Chris

Full Name Christopher Jay Graham Nickname(s) Chris Gender Male Age 20 Year 5 Birthday October 28th Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Human / Cyborg Class Sniper/Gunslinger Weapon Two guns, a pistol and a revolver. The pistol is custom-made (for a 'classic' look, with modern weaponry capabilities), and is a gift from his father. The revolver is standard, but heavily modded for his personal use. He carries them both always. His primary role during missions and training is as a sniper, and he accordingly carries a sniper rifle during those times. He carries two tactical bowie knives during missions and training as well. World Earth Biography He grew up on the East Coast of the United States, basically in New York City. His interest in cybernetics came about in his late teens, due to a pretty geeky sci-fi obsession. After his 18th birthday, he signed up in a research program that granted him his implants. It wasn't long before he realized how well they worked in tandem with his already-impressive marksmanship skills, and honed them even further together. Appearance I can't really find any good pictures that show what I'm going for, so I'll paint the beginning of a picture and you can fill in the blanks in your imagination. He's white, with blue-grey eyes and dark brown hair. Shorter, but pushed up in the front, sometimes a few short strays hang down onto his forehead. Strong chin/jawline, clean-shaven. On the taller-average side, about 6'2". Muscular, not huge, but it's fairly apparent he works out. The implants look something vaguely like Cyborgs implants from SWTOR, having nothing better as a reference point. Ignore the large mouthpiece, and you'll get the idea. As for the arm, it looks mostly human-like, just metal and cybernetic and shit. I'm sure you get the idea. Personality He's pretty laid-back. He's got the qualities of a leader (and they do show through), but prefers to let others work things out themselves. That said, when things need to get done, he isn't afraid to step up. He doesn't take crap from people, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut. In short: He's mostly laid-back, but he expects respect when serious situations arise. Partner "Well, my last one graduated. So. Guess we'll have to figure that out." Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) "Ever since that one mission with the huge-ass spider things... -He shudders.- They almost got me, man..." Kinda like Farkas and Frostbite Spiders from Skyrim. He hates man-sized spiders, things that resemble them, or going into hives covered in webs or goo that looks like their nests. "EMP weapons? Oh, yeah. Keep those f***in' things away from me. Christ. You trying to kill me?" They disable his computing systems, and it actually hurts him. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has several cybernetic implants, specifically in his arms (his right arm is actually an entire replacement, it was amputated during the research), hands, legs, feet, brain, eyes, and ears. They provide various upgrades (obviously nothing too major), such as enhanced vision, stamina, strength, hearing, making him ambidextrous, etc. Incredibly gifted as a marksman naturally, the systems in his implants increase his already-frightening skills into almost pinpoint accuracy. Due to the amount of time he spent developing his other techniques, he's slacked on his magical ability. He isn't much more skilled than a first or second year magic-wise, but knows enough for survival purposes. Theme Song Chris is sitting on a bench outside, earbuds in. A song can be faintly heard by the freshman sitting next to him. He stares at Chris for a moment, before Chris turns and raises an eyebrow. The freshman nervously eyes the outline of a holster underneath Chris's jacket. Are you really going to judge him? Other He often blatantly disregards the school's uniform policy. He hates the jacket, so he just doesn't wear it, opting instead for one of his various military or utility jackets. When not wearing a jacket, his shirt sleeves are almost always rolled up casually. He plays guitar, preferring acoustic, and does so extremely well thanks to his cybernetic arm. Is that cheating?

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Yeah, I'd be working on that but I don't have computer access. No IC posts for me. EDIT: Actually, I got a laptop so I'll do one soon. Maybe not tonight but soon.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Hey, so, was my CS good? Never got the official okay.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Aaaaaaand, here it is! Now presenting: my updated character sheet. Yay. --------------

Chris

Full Name Christopher Jay Graham Nickname(s) Chris Gender Male Age 20 Year 5 Birthday October 28th Astrological Sign Scorpio Species Human / Cyborg Class Sniper/Gunslinger Weapon Two guns, a pistol and a revolver. The pistol is custom-made (for a 'classic' look, with modern weaponry capabilities), and is a gift from his father. The revolver is standard, but heavily modded for his personal use. He carries them both always. His primary role during missions and training is as a sniper, and he accordingly carries a sniper rifle during those times. He carries two tactical bowie knives during missions and training as well. World Earth Biography He grew up on the East Coast of the United States, basically in New York City. His interest in cybernetics came about in his late teens, due to a pretty geeky sci-fi obsession. After his 18th birthday, he signed up in a research program that granted him his implants. It wasn't long before he realized how well they worked in tandem with his already-impressive marksmanship skills, and honed them even further together. Appearance I can't really find any good pictures that show what I'm going for, so I'll paint the beginning of a picture and you can fill in the blanks in your imagination. He's white, with blue-grey eyes and dark brown hair. Shorter, but pushed up in the front, sometimes a few short strays hang down onto his forehead. Strong chin/jawline, clean-shaven. On the taller-average side, about 6'2". Muscular, not huge, but it's fairly apparent he works out. The implants look something vaguely like Cyborgs implants from SWTOR, having nothing better as a reference point. Ignore the large mouthpiece, and you'll get the idea. Personality He's pretty laid-back. He's got the qualities of a leader (and they do show through), but prefers to let others work things out themselves. That said, when things need to get done, he isn't afraid to step up. He doesn't take crap from people, but he knows when to keep his mouth shut. In short: He's mostly laid-back, but he expects respect when serious situations arise. Partner "Well, my last one graduated. So. Guess we'll have to figure that out." Fear(s)/Weakness(es)/Limit(s) "Ever since that one mission with the huge-ass spider things... -He shudders.- They almost got me, man..." Kinda like Farkas and Frostbite Spiders from Skyrim. He hates man-sized spiders, things that resemble them, or going into hives covered in webs or goo that looks like their nests. "EMP weapons? Oh, yeah. Keep those f***in' things away from me. Christ. You trying to kill me?" They disable his computing systems, and it actually hurts him. Skills/Abilities/Traits He has several cybernetic implants, specifically in his arms (his right arm is actually an entire replacement, it was amputated during the research), hands, legs, feet, brain, eyes, and ears. They provide various upgrades (obviously nothing too major), such as enhanced vision, stamina, strength, hearing, making him ambidextrous, etc. Incredibly gifted as a marksman naturally, the systems in his implants increase his already-frightening skills into almost pinpoint accuracy. Due to the amount of time he spent developing his other techniques, he's slacked on his magical ability. He isn't much more skilled than a first or second year magic-wise, but knows enough for survival purposes. Theme Song Chris is sitting on a bench outside, earbuds in. A song can be faintly heard by the freshman sitting next to him. He stares at Chris for a moment, before Chris turns and raises an eyebrow. The freshman nervously eyes the outline of a holster underneath Chris's jacket. Are you really going to judge him? Other He often blatantly disregards the school's uniform policy. He hates the jacket, so he just doesn't wear it, opting instead for one of his various military or utility jackets. When not wearing a jacket, his shirt sleeves are almost always rolled up casually. He plays guitar, preferring acoustic, and does so extremely well thanks to his cybernetic arm. Is that cheating?

Dungeon-crawling Adventure RP

Name: Alrik Ironheart Age: 36 Gender: Male Race: Human (from Barukstaed, which I assumed had a Nordic influence to it.) Class: Champion Appearance: Standing at 6'4" with a build of pure, large muscle, he's quite the intimidating/comanding figure. He's got a strong face to mach, with a pronounced chin and large nose, thick eyebrows, and blue-grey eyes. A long scar runs diagonally alongside the bridge of his nose, just under his right eye, and down to the edge of his face. His long, dark hair is tied back, and keeps his face trimmed to a thick stubble. (Picture when I find one.) Personality: Alrik is an example of the classic 'grizzly with a teddy bear underneath.' Despite his outward appearance and sometimes gruff mannerisms, he's a big old softie (especially for children). He isn't known for his intelligence (not to say he's dumb), though he's just short of a strategic genius. Those who know him personally remember him for his good humor and overall jolly-ness, and those who meet him on he battlefield remember him for his courage and the fervor with which he swings his mighty axe. He was raised with a particular set of values honoring family, honesty, hard work, and helping others. Definitely Lawful-Good.

Brief Backstory:

Alrik wasn't a product of tragedy or nobility, like many other adventurers. He simply came from a poor family, and was raised alongside his younger twin sisters Ingrid and Astrid in a small house. His mother did their best to look after them all, while his father's health slowly declined. While he didn't die until many years later, there came a point where he just couldn't work any longer, and Alrik (now in his late teens) had to step up and provide for the family. They scraped by with the money he pulled in from odd jobs and mercenary work, and the family did much better once his sisters were of working age as well. Left with more time of his own, he entered a tournament in hopes that he would be noticed and elevate the family's social status. He was noticed, but for the wrong reason; he promptly got his ass kicked in the first round. As it would happen, a crudely-fashioned sword. wooden shield and shoddy technique weren’t going to cut it. Luckily, his attitude won over the other combatants in the games. He’d train with them when he could, and pick up the tab at the tavern that night, making him rather well-liked. He started putting away money from each job and fight until he could afford real equipment that felt right in his hands: a battleaxe, and a large tower shield. With proper equipment and training, his performance in the arena increased until he was the single most celebrated -and skilled- fighter in the arena. His family was finally secured completely, and that is what mattered most to him. Fast forward many years and stories later. Alrik and Astrid had sent a letter to their recently-married sister Ingrid. She married a wealthy businessman from Velt, coincidentally the son of one of her father’s old friends. At first, they thought that it had just been travelling slowly, but several months passed, still with no response. It was obvious that something was wrong, Ingrid would never just leave the family hanging. Alrik packed up his belongings and traveled to Velt himself, vowing to find his missing sister. He enjoys some small fame in his home city, standing as it's champion and sometimes diplomatic representative. He's a self-made man and a local hero, with a few stories to his name. The most famous of which, 'Alrik and the Frost Wyrm,' will be a story told for generations, though whether or not it's true remains to be seen. With a smile and a wink, all he'll say is "You had to be there, friend."

Equipment: In addition to his heavy armor and thick black cloak, he carries a battleaxe and large tower shield, named Astrid and Ingrid (after his sisters) respectively. (Pictures when I find them.) Abilities: With the heavy axe and tower shield, he's obviously not he most agile combatant, though his crushing blows are powerful. Basically the slow bruiser / mighty glacier with some party support thrown in.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Right, I'm struggling with a dilemma. I can't decide how I'd like to develop Q with regards to his combat capabilities. Either I can 1.) Have him realize his shortcomings and resolve to become a better martial artist, more in line with the Vic Sage version of the Question. If this was the case he would conceivably need a teacher, preferably picking one of our characters to train him, Mr Miyagi style. Or 2.) Give him a more occult slant. He could pick up some petty mysticism and magic powers, all self taught. He would then function as more of a trickster on the battlefield, using illusions and basic spells to misdirect and debuff his enemies. What d'yall think?

@BlackSam3091

Well, considering he plans to uncover Kendra's secrets and maybe try and help her, him learning mysticism and the occult would make a lot of sense and might be helpful later on.

@XxFellsingxX

I could have Beck teach him some martial arts if you wanted to go down that route instead. He's not quite a Mr. Miyagi, but he knows his stuff.

Academy of the Arcane Artes [Reboot]

Uh... What? I guess I'm still here. Probably.

Young Justice 2022: League of Their Own

Downtown was a mess. Two banks in rubble, debris spilled everywhere onto the streets, upturned cars, civilians in the mix. Thankfully, Ditto had started taking care of the civilians, and barked out orders to the rest of the team. "Frostbite, contain Girder! Hellfire, do something about Cold's new arm! Everyone else combine your efforts to put out the fires of Heatwave and knock the Top off balance!" Frostbite glanced at Girder; what a giant. What was he, 8 feet tall? Well, Frostbite decided, if he could punch out Cinderblock, he could sure as Hell take this one down. He cracked his knuckles, followed by his neck. Maybe he'd get his interrupted training after all. The transformation happened quickly. Frostbite coated himself in thick layers of ice, surrounding his body entirely to form the shape of a hulking, monstrous ice golem. He easily matched Girder's height now. Frostbite charged at the metal man, catching him off guard, and slammed him in the side with a punch. It pushed Girder back a few inches, but his focus was now completely on the icy monster next to him. Girder suddenly spun around and walloped Frostbite in the side of the head, knocking him onto the ground. The metal behemoth retreated, and picked up one of the upturned cars on the side of the road. He threw it at Frostbite, who barely rolled out of the way. Frostbite ran up to Girder with another punch, but the villain caught it in his hand. Frostbite went for a gut shot but that was caught as well. Girder smirked. Frostbite returned the smirk as he went for the old knee-to-the-groin, which was only met with a loud "clang!" Balls of steel. Girder headbutted Frostbite onto the ground. He didn't get up. When he came to, it seemed Girder had started moving towards his team's other assailants. Frostbite stood back up slowly, and smoothed over the cracks in his armor with a fresh coat of ice. He shook his head briefly, gathering his strength, before runnning up to Girder. Frostbite delivered a massive punch to the back of Girder's head, knocking him down. Frostbite flipped him over, kneed him in the gut, and started beating on his face. One savage blow after another, after another, after another until he was on the brink of unconsciousness. Frostbite stood up, and pulled Girder up by his neck, holding his battered face up close. "Remember this. Remember me. We're Young Justice. Stay the Hell out of our city." Frostbite slammed him onto the ground, knocking him completely unconscious. Breathing heavily, Frostbite looked at the scene around him. The battle was winding down, it seemed. He hadn't paid much attention to the rest of the fight in his pre-occupation with Girder, but it was done.