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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Aww... I'm infecting you, FacePunch! <3

@Fallenreaper

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

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Make sure the sentence isn't too stiff or you're going to have a hard time... *snickers*

@Fallenreaper

It has to be able to fit well in your mouth.

I'm so sorry.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

Mess Hall
October 31, 2025

There was a whisper through the flames. The Martian struggled to hear it over the roar of the parademons, but he thought he heard his name. A fellow Martian lives? His family? The voice was female. M'gann? He thought. No. His cousin didn't sound like that. Someone he knew, then? From school? Or a neighbor? Whoever it was, it didn't matter. Their voice was lost in the commotion. Any semblance of hope was gone now. He'd failed to kill Darkseid. He'd failed to escape. He'd failed to protect Mars.

Darkseid was too strong. His armies too numerous to combat. For every Fury he beat without mercy, it a dozen more of Apokolips's elite appeared. He'd been so close, too. Moments from engaging Darkseid himself. But now some powerful figure had stopped the Martian in his tracks. His green fist suspended in the air by his foes own hand.

There was something...familiar about him. S'tann couldn't recognize his face; but the symbol he wore on his chest. There was just something about it that forced S'tann to hesitate. To think. He'd seen it somewhere. It was...important. Powerful. It meant the wearer was a force of...nature?

No.

Good.

S'tann's memories slowly leaked through the blind rage. The fog that enveloped his mind parted for but a moment. That moment was long enough, however, for S'tann to realize that this was all wrong. Dreadfully wrong. Why would a force of good stop Legacy on his sacred mission? He only wished to defend Mars. To protect it from this tyrant. The man began to speak, but S'tann couldn't understand a word he was saying. His lips did not form words he recognized. What was going on? Why did he feel so out of place? His anger subsided, and a wave of unbearable pain overcame the jade skinned alien. S'tann S'tonn went limp and collapsed against the cold, hard ground. He felt so many things. Confusion. Frustration. Even a bit of joy, now that it was over. So many emotions vied for control as consciousness threatened to leave him. But one stood above all the others: Despair.

"<I have failed you, Mars.>" S'tann gasped, struggling for air. "<I'm sorry.>"

Then the darkness overcame S'tann, and he was still.

It wouldn't be long before J'onn and some of the staff appeared. Commotions such as this one were rarely self-contained events. In fact, one had to wonder how the teachers hadn't arrived sooner. But whatever their reason, whatever their excuse, they were there now. J'onn J'onzz lifted his unconscious, bleeding nephew off the ground and wordlessly exited the cafeteria. The Martian made a beeline for the Medical office of the Administration Building, moving as quickly as his telekinesis could carry him. He wasn't worried about S'tann physical trauma. Fire poisoning was a serious problem for Martians, yes, but the medical staff on hand could handle that with J'onn's guidance. From what J'onn had telepathically assessed the moment he entered the mess hall, the flame S'tann had been exposed to (which was almost entirely his own fault, J'onn noted) had been relatively minor.

No, his real worry lied inside S'tann's mind. The young Martian's disorder hadn't been triggered so severely in years. There must have been something very specific that had occurred that caused the hallucinations to begin. Some set of actions and reactions in a very specific order must have subconsciously reminded him of the burning of Mars. This troubled J'onn a great deal. He'd sat both his nephew and his niece down and cleansed their minds as best he could of that day; they had been so young, yet they recalled it all so vividly. He couldn't erase everything. Not without risking damage to their brains. M'gann had learned some time ago how to control and manipulate her own subconscious, allowing her to scrub out the more sensitive areas of the mind herself. But S'tann had never bothered with mastering telepathy. He was such a violent boy; he only ever wanted to enhance his body. If J'onn had half a mind he would have allowed Barbara to expel him months ago. But he knew that wasn't an option. This was the only place J'onn could keep on eye on him, just in case...well. Just in case this happened again.

J'onn placed S'tann S'tonn's body on the bed as gently as he could. The staff got to work hooking S'tann up to the monitoring machines and J'onn took a seat, plunging his fingers into S'tann's skull and entering his mind telepathically. He prayed to whatever deity would listen that it wasn't too late.

He couldn't lose another.

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Mess Hall
October 31, 2025

There was a whisper through the flames. The Martian struggled to hear it over the roar of the parademons, but he thought he heard his name. A fellow Martian lives? His family? The voice was female. M'gann? He thought. No. His cousin didn't sound like that. Someone he knew, then? From school? Or a neighbor? Whoever it was, it didn't matter. Their voice was lost in the commotion. Any semblance of hope was gone now. He'd failed to kill Darkseid. He'd failed to escape. He'd failed to protect Mars.

Darkseid was too strong. His armies too numerous to combat. For every Fury he beat without mercy, it a dozen more of Apokolips's elite appeared. He'd been so close, too. Moments from engaging Darkseid himself. But now some powerful figure had stopped the Martian in his tracks. His green fist suspended in the air by his foes own hand.

There was something...familiar about him. S'tann couldn't recognize his face; but the symbol he wore on his chest. There was just something about it that forced S'tann to hesitate. To think. He'd seen it somewhere. It was...important. Powerful. It meant the wearer was a force of...nature?

No.

Good.

S'tann's memories slowly leaked through the blind rage. The fog that enveloped his mind parted for but a moment. That moment was long enough, however, for S'tann to realize that this was all wrong. Dreadfully wrong. Why would a force of good stop Legacy on his sacred mission? He only wished to defend Mars. To protect it from this tyrant. The man began to speak, but S'tann couldn't understand a word he was saying. His lips did not form words he recognized. What was going on? Why did he feel so out of place? His anger subsided, and a wave of unbearable pain overcame the jade skinned alien. S'tann S'tonn went limp and collapsed against the cold, hard ground. He felt so many things. Confusion. Frustration. Even a bit of joy, now that it was over. So many emotions vied for control as consciousness threatened to leave him. But one stood above all the others: Despair.

"<I have failed you, Mars.>" S'tann gasped, struggling for air. "<I'm sorry.>"

Then the darkness overcame S'tann, and he was still.

It wouldn't be long before J'onn and some of the staff appeared. Commotions such as this one were rarely self-contained events. In fact, one had to wonder how the teachers hadn't arrived sooner. But whatever their reason, whatever their excuse, they were there now. J'onn J'onzz lifted his unconscious, bleeding nephew off the ground and wordlessly exited the cafeteria. The Martian made a beeline for the Medical office of the Administration Building, moving as quickly as his telekinesis could carry him. He wasn't worried about S'tann physical trauma. Fire poisoning was a serious problem for Martians, yes, but the medical staff on hand could handle that with J'onn's guidance. From what J'onn had telepathically assessed the moment he entered the mess hall, the flame S'tann had been exposed to (which was almost entirely his own fault, J'onn noted) had been relatively minor.

No, his real worry lied inside S'tann's mind. The young Martian's disorder hadn't been triggered so severely in years. There must have been something very specific that had occurred that caused the hallucinations to begin. Some set of actions and reactions in a very specific order must have subconsciously reminded him of the burning of Mars. This troubled J'onn a great deal. He'd sat both his nephew and his niece down and cleansed their minds as best he could of that day; they had been so young, yet they recalled it all so vividly. He couldn't erase everything. Not without risking damage to their brains. M'gann had learned some time ago how to control and manipulate her own subconscious, allowing her to scrub out the more sensitive areas of the mind herself. But S'tann had never bothered with mastering telepathy. He was such a violent boy; he only ever wanted to enhance his body. If J'onn had half a mind he would have allowed Barbara to expel him months ago. But he knew that wasn't an option. This was the only place J'onn could keep on eye on him, just in case...well. Just in case this happened again.

J'onn placed S'tann S'tonn's body on the bed as gently as he could. The staff got to work hooking S'tann up to the monitoring machines and J'onn took a seat, plunging his fingers into S'tann's skull and entering his mind telepathically.

The Corrigan School for Advanced Learning and Development (A DC School RP)

I was actually waiting on you guys. I'll post when I get home.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@NeutralNexusI put that on hold for the Pax Metahumana thing, considering Polemos would be getting powers then. I plan on going back to it soon.

As for Thunderbolt and Boom, they're currently operatin in two different timelines. Vat had wanted me to crossover with Eva for awhile now, and this seemed better than making him wait until the end of Pax Metahumana.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

That post was uber trippy.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Everything I know is a lie. ;-;

FacePunch's Gallery of WIPs

Character you have created: Zachariah Stone
Alias: Agent Black

Speech Color: None

Character Alignment: Villain

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Zachariah Stone is not capable of compassion or mercy. He is hardwired to kill and is only capable of such. He has never known such emotions as joy, love, fear or peace, although he is technically capable of all of these. The most satisfaction he ever feels is when he completes a mission flawlessly. Zach is a stoic. He hides what emotions he does feel very well and would appear to be nothing more than a emotionless killing machine. However, he often finds himself fighting off rage and frustration when things don't go as they were meant to.

Uniform/costume:

hider

(mask)


(armor)

Origin Info/Details: Zachariah was born in a test tube. He doesn't know who provided the DNA and he likely never will. Frankly, Zach has never cared enough to ask. His masters worked for a private genetics firm that was known for supplying less than legal research results to the Pentagon. Those were just the conspiracy theories. In reality, there were much worse things going on than human testing. The firm, known only as Color Theory Inc., was cloning human beings and altering their DNA to improve overall effectiveness. These clones were faster, smarter, and stronger than 99% of the human race. They wanted the perfect assassins. The test tube babies were not given a formal education; rather, they had information ported directly into their brains until they turned eighteen years of age. That information was everything Color Theory believed a perfect killer would need to know for them to perform to the absolute of their efficiency. The Project, codenamed Rainbow, was an resounding success.

Zachariah was the last of the "Kolor Killers" as they were nicknamed.

powers

Hero Type (Select one):
Enhanced (Like normal, but far above anything even the peak of humanity is capable of)

Power Level (Select one below):

A. Street Level (Standard)
B. City Level (Super Patches)

Powers (Be Specific): Enhanced strength, enhanced speed, enhanced stamina, enhanced endurance, enhanced healing factor, enhanced bodily systems, photographic memory, enhanced reflexes, enhanced intelligence. Similar to a normal human being but superior in every way.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Strength Level: 1800 pounds (Above Peak Human)

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 42 MPH Running speed, Fast enough to aim dodge gunfire (watching where the shooter is aiming and reacting accordingly; it would appear he dodged the bullet itself to the untrained eye)

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 2 hours

Agility: 5X

Intelligence: Genius

Fighting Skill: Mastered

Resources: Large

Weaknesses:

Supporting Characters (Does your character have a significant other? A mother? Friend? Who are they, what do they have to do with your character?):

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Fallenreaper I'll PM it to you tonight after work. We'll need to trim it down as it contains potential spoilers for some of my future archs. And we'll need to separate what is common knowledge to magic users to what is common knowledge to the general public.

Kinda like knowing who the President is, but not knowing he's super evil for example. Like how most people View Lex Luthor before he becomes a public Villain.

@VATROU

Who's the president again?

Wait, HE'S EVIL?!