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

Hmm. I have too many storylines in the works. I might be able to get to them if there weren't so many crossovers.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

@TimeMasterX The Kryptonian suits were all destroyed though.

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D E A T H S T R O K E

You called me a villain. Never thought of myself as that. I'm a mercenary. A soldier for hire.

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Name:
Slade Wilson

Alignment:
Lawful Evil

Affiliation:
The Highest Bidder
His Family

History:
Slade Wilson has always been a warrior.

As a child, Slade had a reputation for fighting bullies. But he never did it to help those in need. No, Slade fought for the sake of fighting. He loved everything about it: the adrenaline, the satisfaction of a landed punch and even the pain of getting his teeth knocked out. It was a common sight to see little Slade walk into the house with a black eye and bruised ribs. Mrs. Wilson worried for the boy; he never told her where he'd gotten the scars or what he had been up to. She thought he was the target of one of the local gangs. Mr. Wilson, however, suspected his son was getting into trouble with the law. One night Slade came home, more beaten than usual. His mother was out with her friends and his father had been hitting the bottle pretty hard. Daddy decided to finally teach his boy a lesson in respect. The following brawl was less of a fight and more of a straight beating. Leaving his father half dead, Slade chose to pack his things and run from home.

Slade joined the army at the age of sixteen, having faked his enlistment forms with the help of a local forger. He soon showed talent in guerrilla warfare far superior to that of any other soldier in the army and swiftly rose up the ranks. After a while his outstanding reputation landed him under the tutelage of Adeline Kane, an instructor who became one of his superiors and whom he eventually befriended. Slade trained under his commanding officer and demonstrated he was an expert in combat and had impressive talents and skills. It wasn't long before Kane recommended Slade be transferred to SHIELD's top black ops unit, known simply as Team 7. The woman in charge took one glance at the man's record and brought him into SHIELD. His integration into the organization took some time, but once everything was ironed out Slade proved to be worth the trouble. It was during his two tours on Team 7 that prepared Slade for his eventual role as the Terminator. The team battled cartels, warlords, rebels, monsters and gods on a regular basis. They performed the impossible. Slade was known for his ruthless behavior and his unwavering willpower; whenever something unspeakable needed to be done, SHIELD called on Slade Wilson to do it.

Decades went by. Slade mastered several martial arts and combat styles, and rose to the rank of Lieutenant Colonel. He began a romantic relationship with Adeline Kane and had a son with her. After Grant Wilson's birth, Slade was asked by SHIELD if he wanted to volunteer for a dangerous scientific experiment. Amanda Waller wanted to create another Super Soldier, akin to Steve Rogers AKA Captain America. Slade accepted. body reacted violently to the experiment, it made him aggressive and enraged, and he needed to remain sedated and bedridden through the birth of his second son Joseph Wilson. Only later would Slade discover that the experiment had worked and actually enhanced his strength, speed, senses, stamina, intellect and reflexes beyond that of any ordinary man.

The Lieutenant Colonel's new found powers proved to be more of a hamper than a boon. He was forced to become a lab rat and work a desk job for nine months, all the while being told that he'd get to go back out into the field any day now. Slade's stress and anxiety built, augmented by the aggression the serum was feeding him. It all came to a head when Slade discovered that his long time friend and Team 7 colleague, William "Billy" Wintergreen, had been captured. SHIELD refused to go in after him, citing the extreme risk to local civilians and whatever agents they sent in. Slade decided to take matters into his own hands. He stole an experiment suit of Nth metal armor and a jet, and went off to rescue Wintergreen on his own. In the end he saved Wintergreen, but was discharged from SHIELD for disobeying orders. Slade decided this was for the best. Fed up with the military and its code of blind loyalty, Slade created the costumed persona of Deathstroke the Terminator, the greatest mercenary the world would ever know. He went on to travel the world and train under the greatest martial artists and strategists alive.

Supporting Cast:
Adeline Kane Wilson: Adeline was a US Army squadron leader who was tasked with training soldiers who would later join a Special Forces unit named Team-7. One of these soldiers, was Slade Wilson who after a near-death experience fell in love with Adeline and got married. In subsequent years, she became a the mother of 3 children: Grant, Jericho, and Rose Wilson. She currently is divorced and working at SHIELD.

Grant Wilson - Ravager: Grant is the eldest son of Adeline and Slade Wilson, and the first Ravager. Grant was given his powers by the organization known as HIVE, and tasked with the duty to assassinate a number of teen sidekicks who had been causing them strife. After failing to kill Robin, Grant disappeared and was presumed dead.

Joseph Wilson - Jericho: The son of Deathstroke and Adeline Kane, Joseph Wilson is able to control people's bodies through eye contact. Joseph attempted to use his powers for good as the vigilante Jericho, but through a series of unfortunate events found himself spiraling into madness. Jericho blames his father for his mental illness, and seeks revenge against Deathstroke and the rest of his family for the pain Slade has wrought.

Lilian Worth: A few years after his divorce from Adeline Kane, Slade Wilson took a search-and-rescue mission under contract. Slade met Lillian "Sweet-Lilli" Worth, an Oriental clan princess whose life fell in ruins after her kingdom was destroyed by a war in the Far East. It was Slade's mission to bring Lilli from war-torn Cambodia to Thailand, where she would have relative freedom. The mission proved to be successful; along the way, Slade and Lilian grew quite fond of each other and eventually developed a romantic relationship. Their on and off affair resulted in the birth of Rose Wilson.

Rose Wilson: Daughter of Slade Wilson and Lilian Worth. Lillian kept Rose a secret from Slade, rationalizing it was in the child's best interest to do so. Lillian eventually settled outside New York City, where she established a sex trafficking ring and lived in luxury. Despite the environment, Rose was raised with other children her age and was schooled by private tutors. She not only received a happy childhood, but was also taught how to defend herself.

How (if at all) does the New Frontier version of your character differ from the original?:

I've combined bits and pieces from his New 52 and Pre-Flashpoint origins and integrated the character into the merged universe setting. I also added the bit about his early child and abusive father, because I was feeling a bit cliche. Other than that, this is the same old Deathstroke we know and love.

Post References:
#1 Create-A-Hero RPG - Thunderbolt and Boom are ambushed
#2 Teen Titans: Divided we Fall - Sentinel gets his cape handed to him by Lobo
#3 All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Wolverine and Team X go up against the Incredible Hulk
#4 Create-A-Hero RPG - Ares holds a feast; Also access to every post I've made for awhile. Not all of them are finished.

The New Frontier: A Marvel/DC One Universe RP

I'm officially stalking this thread. Tempted to jump in, but I kind of blame Shattered Justice's failing on my terrible procrastination.

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

Most unceremonious crossover ever.

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

Chambers Building, Lost Haven

Polemos watched the 'White Witch,' as she called herself, work. He'd admit in a moment that he had no idea what the sorceress was up to. He only prayed to the gods that she knew what she was doing and wasn't just attempting to avoid getting shot. When she reached for the black spell book, Polemos didn't waste any time aiming his firearm at the girl. Her intentions quickly revealed themselves to be benevolent and Chike allowed her to continue without the pressure of a gun (metaphorically) pressed against her temple. Chike grew ever more impatient and confused as the woman exclaimed Eureka. The sudden appearance of the mist and the vial of an unknown substance caused the already wound-up vigilante to jump in surprise. Hate magic. Hate it, hate it and hate it some more. He thought grimly. Chike was so focused on the witch's wizardry that he hadn't noticed the arrival of the figure draped in black. That is, until he spoke: "You could have saved your breath, doll." The voice of a man in black crackled through his voice modulator after she'd finished her incantation. "If you're here for the same reason I am, it's right there..."

"Who the hell-" Polemos growled, his assault rifle once more trained on another new arrival. These super-types just keep coming out of the wood work, don't they?

The black salt had done its work. A small cylinder seemed to manifest into existence, attached to the side of the Chambers Building's telecommunications antennae. Chike allowed the enigmatic man the benefit of the doubt and shouldered his rifle, hoping that he wouldn't be needing it again. He jogged over toward the device. It had to be the bomb. What else could it be? The cylinder wasn't like anything the anti-hero had ever seen. It was small enough to be grasped from top to bottom with one hand. An emerald covered sphere sat in the center of the device, wired to the inside of the cylinder. A number of buttons dotted the sides of the weapon; none of them were labelled, unfortunately. Polemos had seen explosives before, but the Soviet-era landmines he'd found in Uganda were nothing like this. "Never seen anything like it." Chike muttered to his current companions. He doubted the two of them had either.

If only they had one of those super geniuses like Iron Knight here. Or Icon; he could probably chuck the thing into space before it went off. Hell, Chike would prefer almost anyone over the motley crew that had decided to show up. They were all exceedingly human. Without a word, Polemos left the bomb and jogged over to the side of the skyscraper. Far below, he could see the flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers pulling to a stop in front of the Chambers Building. A few shapes exited the vehicles and started to make their way toward the front door. "Cops are coming. We don't have long before that thing goes off." Chike furrowed his brow in frustration. His only idea was utterly moronic, completely crazy and very dangerous. But he needed to do...something!

Chike took the AK-47 in his hands yet again. He shouldered the rifle and took aim at the street below. No civilians in sight; the police weren't moving, except for the ones already heading inside. He had to pick his shots carefully. If he misread the wind, he could wind up becoming a cop killer. Bullets rained down from the top of the monolith, slicing through the air with impunity. The lights atop the cruisers exploded, sending glass scattering across the asphalt. Calls for back up were inevitable. Chike had heard that the best way to get a cape's attention was to cause a scene. Hopefully, this would be enough.

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Eric Harrison was omnipresent. Text flew across the computer monitors positioned in front of him. The television positioned on the far wall played Channel 56, Lost Haven News, at all hours of the day. Classical music echoed inside the tiny apartment, hindered only by the array of advanced technology and equipment that covered the entire room. There was barely room to stand. Eric sat at his desk in the middle of the chaos. His fingers danced across a keyboard to the beat of Bach. The internet offered a wealth of information; a constant stream of knowledge, ripe for the taking. Whenever Eric sat in this chair, he felt...complete. As if the web was an extension of his body. He and technology were one. The amount of raw data he needed to sift through was incredible. He had a number of algorithms running that presented him with only the most critical and vital statistics and facts. Yet even then, there so was much to work with.

The boy's ego told him that he was the only person in the world fast enough to be the Speedster Twins' information broker. That was likely untrue, but Harrison's pride was nearly as expansive as his intellect. He watched as Thunderbolt and Boom ran about the city at unfathomable speeds. They were searching for the bomb, and Eric was helping them. Word of the attack at the Chambers Building briefly appeared on the web and quickly faded into obscurity. Eric mulled over whether or not he should inform the speedsters of the altercation. It wasn't important in the grand scheme of things. There were reports of shots fired, but no word on deaths. On the surface, it appeared to be just another criminal looking to capitalize on the chaos. Crime had spiked since Pax Metahumana made their threat on national television. What was one more shooting?

"Hey, Boom. There's been a break in at the Chambers Building over in Sherman Square. No specifics have come in just yet, but the police are calling shots fired. I figure, since you're in the neighborhood..." Eric trailed off. He might as well tell her. If she thought it inconsequential, the speedster would ignore the altercation. She, unlike her brother, knew how to prioritize.

"Could be that someone found the bomb. The tallest structure in Lost Haven sounds like the perfect place to launch a city-wide biological attack from. I'll check it out; won't take more than a second or two." She replied.

Before Polemos could so much as turn around, a blue blur raced up the side of the Chambers Building and struck him on the jaw. Chike went flying and smashed into the side of the antennae, denting the metal legs that held it up. "W-" He tried to speak, but was silenced by a swift kick to the nose. Boom turned to attack White Witch and Vigilante, believing they were working with the shooter. "Wait!" Eric shouted into their comm link. The speedster stopped, her fist inches from the man in black's face. "I recognize him. He helped Icon and the others close the portal during D-Day." Eric paused. "The other one might be the White Witch. She's been cropping up in news reports and rumors all around Chinatown for the past few months."

"Who's their friend?" She asked, not bothering to address the two others just yet. "Uhm. Well. Let me put him through STRIKE's facial recognition-" "You have access to that?" "Not officially. I've got a match. Chike Baatul, AKA Polemos. He was a big time super villain a while back, but it says here that he dropped off the grid once Ares was defeated." Another blur of lightning came rushing out of the stair well and Thunderbolt came sliding to a halt next to the antennae. "Thought you might need some help. Hey, what's- this doesn't look like it should be here. I think we found the bomb." Harvey commented as he examined the device. "Don't touch it. Let me see if I can verify that." Eric plunged back into STRIKE's databases, looking for any word on the Pax Metahumana weapon. There was plenty of speculation, but nothing concrete. Eric found what he was looking for in the most unlikely place: the 24-hour news cycle. "..local authorities in four different cities across the United States has received an anonymous tip about the location of four other devices planted in those cities..."

Eric went straight for the internet. It wasn't long before he found a cellphone video of a device matching the appearance of the cylinder being disarmed by police. "That's the bomb." He confirmed. "Uhhhh, why is it beeping? The thing is beeping, Eric." Thunderbolt watched in abstract horror as the emerald sphere inside began to spin. "That can't be good." The speedster had no idea what to do. He wasn't versed in bomb defusal; most beat cops weren't. His costumed fingers raced across the surface of the cylinder, looking for an access port of some kind. But the tech was like nothing he had ever seen. The beeping grew faster and Thunderbolt started to panic. He was moments from just pulling out all the wires and hoping that turned it off and didn't cause to it explode. "There's no time to defuse it. You've gotta get it out of range, T! NOW!"

Thunderbolt ripped the bomb from the antennae and took off toward the ocean. Harvey broke the sound barrier on his first step. He couldn't hear the device beeping, but the flashing light was speeding up. He had to get it out of Lost Haven before it was too late. Luckily for the city, the speedster could run at Mach 600. Thudnerbolt pushed himself to his limit until he felt his feet slam down on water. Harv glanced down, and smiled in amazement: he was running on water. He'd done it once before, but he'd never get used to it. He was practically Jesus. Harvey dropped the cylinder off in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean and watched on as the dome formed underneath the waves, totally harmless. The only way it'd do anything is if a submarine happened to pass by; which seemed quite unlikely. The speedster made his way back to the Chambers Building in record time.

"We have a problem. Some of the other bombs have gone off and green, transparent domes have suddenly formed around the cities of Philadelphia, Chicago, Atlanta, Dallas, Los Angeles, and Seattle."

Boom turned toward Vigilante and White Witch. "You need to come with us. More bombs have gone off across the country and we're going to need your help before the entire human race is turned into metahumans."

"Let's take them to Arthur's tower. We need to coordinate our next move with the rest of the heroes."

They were in for a long night.

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A cruel smile crossed Zhib-Ran's face. He watched Miss America's body slam into the floor with enough force to rip the concrete from the very ground. Hyperion took his time floating toward Chavez, intent to continue beating the girl to within an inch of her life. If only. He'd have to hold back significantly if these insects had any hope of surviving this trivial encounter. Normally, Zhib-Ran didn't worry himself about keeping his enemies alive. But this was a special case. It was not yet time to reveal his true loyalties. So for now, Hyperion pulled his punches. "I must say, Miss, I expected more from you. Perhaps the good captain overestimated your abilities." Zhib-Ran jeered. He hoped his taunting would drive the girl to her feet. If she was as brutish as Hyperion suspected, the dimension-hopper would lose her cool and attack him out of spite. Anger was a powerful asset, but few knew how to control it. "Come now. You're not down and out after that, are you?"

The doors to the training room slid open. Zhib-Ran briefly turned toward the new arrival, and was mildly surprised to see the so-called Ant-Man standing in the doorway.

"I guess you can call me truant for this shindig."

O' gods. Hyperion internally grumbled. He makes ant puns. Kill me now. The absurdity of it all was uncanny. Zhib-Ran was an alien god. He was destined to lord over the entire Milky Way galaxy. He was only months away, perhaps weeks, from slaughtering every so called 'hero' on this backwater world and setting himself up as its sole ruler. And his primary adversary, the only people who had any sort of hope at stopping Hyperion's conquest, were these 'Avengers.'

And one of them made ant puns.

"Seriously?" Zhib-Ran muttered. This is ridiculous. Who in their right mind wou- In his moment of utter perplexity, Hyperion had neglected to mind his surrounding. He was totally unaware of Miss America's recovery and subsequent charge until she had struck him directly in the jaw. If he had been any of the six billion or so gnats that populated earth, Zhib-Ran's head would have promptly exited his shoulder at three digit speeds. But Hyperion was no fragile human. Miss America's strength, while greater than many of the mightiest warriors earth bred, was nothing compared to this particular alien. Zhib-Ran stumbled backwards a step. Surprise crossed his face for but a moment. "Ha!" He proclaimed as soon as he realized what had occurred. "Well done, my dear. You took advantage of my ineptitude. You struck when your enemy was at his weakest. Very well done indeed!" Hyperion caught Miss America's followup swing. He squeezed his larger hands around Chavez's fist, a look of pure adrenaline in his eyes. With his free hand, Hyperion launched a backhand toward the snared superhuman's cheek.

He estimated that the blow would be likely to land and turned his attention toward Pym. He fired off another pair of concussive energy beams at Ant-Man and chucked his compatriot (if she hadn't found a way to escape in that brief lapse of miliseconds, that is) at subsonic speeds right at him. "Where are the rest of you, by the way? I was told the entire team would be present. I was hoping to go a few rounds with the Norse gods and the armored one as well."

All-Star Marvel: Audax Mundus Novus - Season 1 (Completed)

Merf. So many posts to make, so little time.

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

@VATROU http://www.p4rgaming.com/peta-member-traumatized-by-pokemon-sues-nintendo-for-emotional-distress/

http://www.forbes.com/sites/erikkain/2012/10/10/peta-pokemon-protest-isnt-a-first-4-other-silly-anti-video-game-protests-from-the-animal-rights-group/#fd80a3851f76

http://www.cnet.com/news/peta-wages-war-on-pokemon-for-virtual-animal-cruelty/

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

@LeeRoy Do you remember PETA VS Pokemon? I remember PETA versus Pokemon.