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NOVA DAWN

@jasonwolf It wasn't meant for the quality, more for the topic.

@Dark Wind

A bit bone-idle of you!

...

I'll show myself out.

NOVA DAWN

@Dead Cruiser Woot! Sorted the changes

NOVA DAWN

Name: Quintus Quintillion (HERO OF THE GAMMA QUADRANT!!!)

Race:

Wayfarer

The Wayfarers are an ancient spacefaring people and are synonymous with The Cartographer's College. Their origins are shrouded in myth, but it is commonly accepted that the species left their home planet early on, whether for survival reasons or a religious exodus isn't clear; but they spent the next millennia in search of a prophesied planet said to be at the centre of the universe. The Wayfarers traversed the galaxy in great fleets, systematically mapping everywhere they went in search of their promised land. Eventually they found a planet they dubbed 'Euclidea' whose co-ordinates held special religious significance to the Wayfarers and made it their new home.

Even though the Wayfarers had settled onto a permanent home exploration had become a part of their culture, religion and even their evolution so after setting up great archive's on their new home planet their continued their constant and rigorous mapping out of the galaxy. Eventually after a union between the two biggest rival factions of the Wayfarers formed the Cartographer's College which became a backbone of galactic trade and conquest pioneering new void-maps and keep old ones updated and even become one of 'The Nine'.

Age: 87 (about middle aged)

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Wayfarers are short of stature (around 5'4), slight of build and have a pale grey complexion with larger eyes but otherwise are very similar to regular humans. Quintus has tattoos about him, each one designating a sector of the galaxy that he personally mapped out.

Atop his head Quintus wears a large distinctively bulbous helmet which allows him to view the world a little differently, specifically it shows the different energy levels all about him, useful in conjunction with his sword. Also it protects his head. Underneath that he has a youngish face with purple eyes and an unruly mock of black hair.

Homeworld:

Euclidea

Adopted home of the Wayfarers and store of the great archives of the Cartographer's College, Euclidia is known by another name: The Hidden Planet. The Cartographers College leaves it off all maps they distribute and go to great lengths to suppress any knowledge of it's location, as well as for self-preservation they do this because they see it as a sacred utopia that their race searched the galaxy for millennia to find. However the few outsiders that have been their speak of how it is a really an arid, rocky planet with the Wayfarer's having to resort to using bio-domes in order to harvest any crops.

Set in the centre of a binary star-system Euclidea appears not to move, caught between the gravity of the two surrounding stars, meaning it is also a planet of perpetual sunlight. The planets galactic coordinates hold great religious significance to the inhabiting Wayfarer's and it is the home of the ancient Cartographer's College. Life on Euclidea is decadent and steeped in tradition, each young Wayfarer must routinely set off to map the galaxy as part of various coming of age traditions and the store and upkeep of maps is treated sacredly.

Alignment: Lawful/Evil

Role: Merchant

Skills:

[+]

Decades of travel, smuggling operations and dealing cartography under-the-table have made Quintus Quintillion very savvy when it comes to black-markets and he has a seemingly inexhaustible list of contacts right across the galaxy to fence to, some of which don't even want him dead.

Like most Wayfarers, Quintus is a dab-hand at languages and cultures, fluent in several dialects and a quick-learner to knew ones.

In combat Quint's main weapon is his guile and cunning, he'll always prefer to outwit his opponents rather than fight them head on. But his actual weapon is a nameless sword he conned out of a group of treasure hunters. Unknown to Quint the blade is imbued with a divine magic from a trickster god allowing the wielder limited entropy manipulation. Practically though this means it can generate ice and wear down nearby power sources.

History:

[+]

Quintus Quintillion always held the unshakeable belief that rules generally applied to other people. Like most Wayfarers he was born on Euclidea and taken from a young age to be inducted into the illustrious Cartographer's College where he was raised and educated to be an intergalactic-cartographer. Throughout his life he was sent traversing the cosmos on various pilgrimages to bring back more details for the great galactic MAP back on Euclidea. But unlike most Wayfarers, Quintus was never content.

Chance, fate, luck, whatever you might call it, Quint's life changed on one fateful venture. While mapping a small ice-moon he stumbled across a group of illegal archeologists excavating beneath the surface. Protocol of the Cartographer's College is either non-intervention, or to notify local authorities; Quintus did neither. Instead he opted to hail the group with a fake Arc Luminous military signal. It had the desired effect of sending the skittish treasure hunters off-world before you could say '12 years in max security'.

Quintus wasted no time at all in investigating what turned out to be a sort of underground ice-temple dedicated to some forgotten god. Barren except for one object, an ancient sword that the young cartographer found himself inexplicably drawn to...

Something about that journey seemed to change Quint, while he always had a slight touch of thrill seeker to him, now he seemed to compulsively hunt risks, deliberately sowing tricks and chaos as he went. He was still self-serving and hedonistic but now their seemed almost a more purposeful edge to him. And the sword never seemed to leave his side.

On further travels Quintus found himself now drawn to various underworlds and criminal classes, though he viewed them with general disdain he was more than happy to relieve them of their credits. Travelling as a cartographer after all turned out to be the perfect guise for a smuggler.

A couple decades or so smuggling and conning though and one too many close shaves made Quintus realise that smuggling held too many risks. It was only when one of his clientele, realising he was a cartographer, offered him a handsome sum to remove a smuggler's moon from the Guild's records that Quintus discovered the lucrative and comparatively risk-free venture of map-altering.

Want your smuggling route taken off the grid? Got you covered. Your planet's name swapped with another to bring in trade? Not a problem. Discount maps that undercut the Guild? Quintus Quintillion is your man...And supposing that asteroid you had taken off the map, the one that was obviously a hiding place for ill-gotten gains, is stumbled upon by er, 'third parties', well that would just be too bad. Quintus was in it more for the fun than he was for the credits, all the while keeping strange sword near him at all times.

But then of course, he screwed up. It was a simple job, old map of an uninteresting minor arm of the galaxy, no one would notice it was missing. But holomaps all look the same, particularly when you're a bit hung-over. The Crux Tenebre had just reached a major settlement with the Cartographer's College, narrowly outbidding the Arc Luminous for the newly completed void maps of the expansive and life-teeming Gamma Quadrant. The deal was in it's final stages of completion, a mighty Crux fleet was poised for a war of conquest, meanwhile sat in a dingy bar glancing at a holoscreen Quintus Quintillion realised what a horrible mistake he had made.

All of a sudden he was one of the most wanted men in the galaxy, the Crux Tenebre and the Cartographer's College both wanted him dead, but in a strange twist of fate owing to everyone misreading his intentions, Quintus Quintillion was hailed as a hero in the Gamma Quadrant for single-handedly stopping a Crux armada. Recognising that last to be equally as dangerous as the former two, Quint felt it was time to make a run for it; signing up to join the first ship he came across which just so happened to be in need of a man with underground connections...

Personality:
A rogue and a con-artist, Quintus Quintillion is the sort of man you should trust about as far as you can spit a rat, but a cornered rat can be quite a vicious thing. He is educated and charming, plying his silver tongue where he can, but beneath his seemingly eccentric, affable nature there is a darker, more calculated side to him.

Having a jittery nature, fast talking and acting. Quint is perhaps a gambler by nature, especially he likes working with low odds and high rewards. Always looking on to the next game, he just can't seem to help himself.

NOVA DAWN

Hey, lurker here returning to the guild, been following this for a while now. Anyways here's my merchant that took longer than I expected to finish up:

Quintus Quintillion

Name: Quintus Quintillion (HERO OF THE GAMMA QUADRANT!!!)

Race:

Wayfarer

The Wayfarers are an ancient spacefaring people and are synonymous with The Cartographer's College. Their origins are shrouded in myth, but it is commonly accepted that the species left their home planet early on, whether for survival reasons or a religious exodus isn't clear; but they spent the next millennia in search of a prophesied planet said to be at the centre of the universe. The Wayfarers traversed the galaxy in great fleets, systematically mapping everywhere they went in search of their promised land. Eventually they found a planet they dubbed 'Euclidea' whose co-ordinates held special religious significance to the Wayfarers and made it their new home.

Even though the Wayfarers had settled onto a permanent home exploration had become a part of their culture, religion and even their evolution so after setting up great archive's on their new home planet their continued their constant and rigorous mapping out of the galaxy. Eventually after a union between the two biggest rival factions of the Wayfarers formed the Cartographer's College which became a backbone of galactic trade and conquest pioneering new void-maps and keep old ones updated and even become one of 'The Nine'.

Age: 87 (about middle aged)

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Wayfarers are short of stature (around 5'4), slight of build and have a pale grey complexion with larger eyes but otherwise are very similar to regular humans. Quintus has tattoos about him, each one designating a sector of the galaxy that he personally mapped out.

Atop his head Quintus wears a large distinctively bulbous helmet which allows him to view the world a little differently, specifically it shows the different energy levels all about him, useful in conjunction with his sword. Also it protects his head. Underneath that he has a youngish face with purple eyes and an unruly mock of black hair.

Homeworld:

Euclidea

Adopted home of the Wayfarers and store of the great archives of the Cartographer Guild, Euclidia is known by another name: The Hidden Planet. The Cartographers College leaves it off all maps they distribute and go to great lengths to suppress any knowledge of it's location, as well as for self-preservation they do this because they see it as a sacred utopia that their race searched the galaxy for millennia to find. However the few outsiders that have been their speak of how it is a really an arid, rocky planet with the Wayfarer's having to resort to using bio-domes in order to harvest any crops.

Set in the centre of a binary star-system Euclidea appears not to move, caught between the gravity of the two surrounding stars, meaning it is also a planet of perpetual sunlight. The planets galactic coordinates hold great religious significance to the inhabiting Wayfarer's and it is the home of the ancient Cartographer's College. Life on Euclidea is decadent and steeped in tradition, each young Wayfarer must routinely set off to map the galaxy as part of various coming of age traditions and the store and upkeep of maps is treated sacredly.

Alignment: Entropy/Statis

Role: Merchant

Skills:

[+]

Decades of travel, smuggling operations and dealing cartography under-the-table have made Quintus Quintillion very savvy when it comes to black-markets and he has a seemingly inexhaustible list of contacts right across the galaxy to fence to, some of which don't even want him dead.

Like most Wayfarers, Quintus is a dab-hand at languages and cultures, fluent in several dialects and a quick-learner to knew ones.

In combat Quint's main weapon is his guile and cunning, he'll always prefer to outwit his opponents rather than fight them head on. But his actual weapon is a nameless sword he conned out of a group of treasure hunters. Unknown to Quint the blade is imbued with a divine magic from a trickster god allowing the wielder limited entropy manipulation. Practically though this means it can generate ice and wear down nearby power sources.

History:

[+]

Quintus Quintillion always held the unshakeable belief that rules generally applied to other people. Like most Wayfarers he was born on Euclidea and taken from a young age to be inducted into the illustrious Cartographer's College where he was raised and educated to be an intergalactic-cartographer. Throughout his life he was sent traversing the cosmos on various pilgrimages to bring back more details for the great galactic MAP back on Euclidea. But unlike most Wayfarers, Quintus was never content.

Chance, fate, luck, whatever you might call it, Quint's life changed on one fateful venture. While mapping a small ice-moon he stumbled across a group of illegal archeologists excavating beneath the surface. Protocol of the Cartographer's College is either non-intervention, or to notify local authorities; Quintus did neither. Instead he opted to hail the group with a fake Arc Luminous military signal. It had the desired effect of sending the skittish treasure hunters off-world before you could say '12 years in max security'.

Quintus wasted no time at all in investigating what turned out to be a sort of underground ice-temple dedicated to some forgotten god. Barren except for one object, an ancient sword that the young cartographer found himself inexplicably drawn to...

Something about that journey seemed to change Quint, while he always had a slight touch of thrill seeker to him, now he seemed to compulsively hunt risks, deliberately sowing tricks and chaos as he went. He was still self-serving and hedonistic but now their seemed almost a more purposeful edge to him. And the sword never seemed to leave his side.

On further travels Quintus found himself now drawn to various underworlds and criminal classes, though he viewed them with general disdain he was more than happy to relieve them of their credits. Travelling as a cartographer after all turned out to be the perfect guise for a smuggler.

A couple decades or so smuggling and conning though and one too many close shaves made Quintus realise that smuggling held too many risks. It was only when one of his clientele, realising he was a cartographer, offered him a handsome sum to remove a smuggler's moon from the Guild's records that Quintus discovered the lucrative and comparatively risk-free venture of map-altering.

Want your smuggling route taken off the grid? Got you covered. Your planet's name swapped with another to bring in trade? Not a problem. Discount maps that undercut the Guild? Quintus Quintillion is your man...And supposing that asteroid you had taken off the map, the one that was obviously a hiding place for ill-gotten gains, is stumbled upon by er, 'third parties', well that would just be too bad. Quintus was in it more for the fun than he was for the credits, all the while keeping strange sword near him at all times.

But then of course, he screwed up. It was a simple job, old map of an uninteresting minor arm of the galaxy, no one would notice it was missing. But holomaps all look the same, particularly when you're a bit hung-over. The Crux Empire had just reached a major settlement with the Cartographer's College, narrowly outbidding the Arc Luminous for the newly completed void maps of the expansive and life-teeming Gamma Quadrant. The deal was in it's final stages of completion, a mighty Crux fleet was poised for a war of conquest, meanwhile sat in a dingy bar glancing at a holoscreen Quintus Quintillion realised what a horrible mistake he had made.

All of a sudden he was one of the most wanted men in the galaxy, the Crux Empire and the Cartographer's College both wanted him dead, but in a strange twist of fate owing to everyone misreading his intentions, Quintus Quintillion was hailed as a hero in the Gamma Quadrant for single-handedly stopping a Crux armada. Recognising that last to be equally as dangerous as the former two, Quint felt it was time to make a run for it; signing up to join the first ship he came across which just so happened to be in need of a man with underground connections...

Personality:
A rogue and a con-artist, Quintus Quintillion is the sort of man you should trust about as far as you can spit a rat, but a cornered rat can be quite a vicious thing. He is educated and charming, plying his silver tongue where he can, but beneath his seemingly eccentric, affable nature there is a darker, more calculated side to him.

Having a jittery nature, fast talking and acting. Quint is perhaps a gambler by nature, especially he likes working with low odds and high rewards. Always looking on to the next game, he just can't seem to help himself.

Other:
I'm more or less happy to change or expand upon anything that needs it here, wasn't sure if some of it seemed 'too much' or not haha.

The Wheel of Time - Trolloc Wars

Oooh, WoT is just pure nostalgia for me, in many ways the best and worst book series I've ever read. I'm knocking around the idea of a former false-dragon whose been gentled by Aei-Sedai and subsequently become a dark-friend. Could make an interesting anti-villain, not sure how that would fly with you?

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

X-RAY

“What do we want?”
“End to vigilantism!”
“When do we want it?”
“Now!!!”
“Companies like I-Tech think they can use CCTV to invade our privacy, super-vigilantes think because they have powers it gives them the right to police us. They're unaccountable and we didn't elect any of them!!!”
“No!!!”

Dean added his now hoarse voice to the crowd's chanting responses. The downpour of rain had matted his unruly mop of hair down to his forehead and drenched his tattered hoodie through to the skin but none of that registered to the post-graduate student. He gripped his wooden sign ever tighter, shouting along with the protestors and focused on the words delivered through the megaphone...or rather on the girl that was delivering them. The I-Tech HQ buildings loomed above them, a name synonymous with dystopian surveillance and rumoured meta-research.

An hour later he and Ellie were sat shivering in a small coffee shop attempting to warm up over a pair of hot-chocolates.

“I thought it went well.” Dean exclaimed, trying to lead off with a positive, his smile admittedly feeling a little forced. This had been their lowest attended protest to date, it felt more and more like the corporation and the capes were winning.

“Bloody weather.” Ellie muttered between sips. Like a lot of bombastic people Dean found Ellie to flip between either hyper enthusiasm or extreme pessimism at the drop of a hat. “We need to do something more than just...protest all the time.” Her frustration was taken out on the fortunately quite durable mug. “I-Tech don't care, everytime the capes beat up some space-squid people think it's acceptable for them to police us.”

“We've started the petition?” Dean offered, setting down his cup. “We can send that straight to the government, they'll have to at least look at it. People are behind us.” He'd joined the New-Word human rights group before he'd met Ellie, though admittedly she had become a big incentive for his dedication to the group. It seemed like a better use of his gap-year than just travelling the world and getting hammered, plus he felt it was really time he put his liberal beliefs into practise.

“Sod the petition.” Ellie spat dejectedly followed by a pout. Dean gave a sigh of resignation and slumped back into his seat.

“Alright then, what do you think we should do?” He asked. Ellie paused for a moment considering something, hesitation was not very characteristic of her. Suddenly she looked up at him, brown eyes shining, then turned to rummage through her bag. Uh-oh, Dean felt he had a sixth sense for when a girl was about to get him into trouble, though lacked the ability to avoid it. This 'date' had an ulterior motive.

“Radiology right?” Ellie asked while flicking through a folder of papers she'd produced from her rucksack.

“Huh?”

“The doctorate your doing, it's in radiology?”

“Yeeeaahh.” Dean answered hesitantly. “It's imaging technology we use it for medical-”

“They're up to something new.” Ellie cut him off. “I don't know what, we're blind when it comes to inside information. But they've been hiring left and right, whole loads of people across different fields and one such position...” She slid a printed sheet of paper across the small table to him.

“Intern in radiology, for work with ultrasound and x-ray technologies.” Dean read the title of the job advert aloud.

“If we have someone on the inside then we can really hit them, do an expose to the press, show people what they're up too,building mass CCTV networks, funding super-vigilantes.” Well wasn't that just convenient. Looking up Dean saw the clear pleading in her face, she was desperate. Are you just using me? He really couldn't tell. “What do you say? We can bring down I-Tech together.”

Shit.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I was thinking by the scale of Earth's Mightiest (not familiar with her power-levels in the comics), she was just an annoyance mostly but I have vague memories of her one-hitting mooks at various times, so not quite as powerful as that. Picturing him as mainly a hand-to-hand fighter using his vision to look at their anatomy and find weak spots etc with the blasts more to blind and stun.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

@Joytex: The character tab is only for accepted character sheets.

@Dedonus

Sorry, meant to put that in OOC, not just being presumptive lol

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

X-Ray

Character you have created: Dean Smith

Alias: X-Ray

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): N/A

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Dean doesn't know who he is, a rights activist undercover as a authoritarian superhero, or an authoritarian superhero undercover as an activist. He is torn between his left-wing ideals and more right-wing practicality and is unsure of much of what he does. Generally he is quite quiet perceptive person, has a certain stalkerish aspect to him liking to watch and study others, but has a sense of humour to him and can be quite snarky at times.

Appearance
Dean is 28 and though he looks his age there is an undeniable youthful aspect to him, a mixture of wide eyes, soft pale complexion and unkept dark curly hair. He has a sullen nature and is generally hunched over a little, bringing his 6'2 down a couple of inches. He has a lean but toned build and is somewhat wiry but strong. A trace of a London accent lingers in his speech a remnant from his parents. Reminiscent of a young Ewan McGregor.

Uniform/costume:


Origin Info/Details: (sorry if this is a little convoluted)

Dean was midway through a doctorate in radiology when he had a crisis of conscience, took a gap-year, met a girl and joined New-World: a left-wing human rights group that opposes vigilantism and mass surveillance. As an activist he went undercover to sabotage a project by a company called I-Tech who were planning to build an x-ray camera. The resulting explosion not only destroyed the prototype and research but also left Dean blinded.

Thinking the incident an accident the CEO paid for all medical expenses to try and restore Dean's sight, in doing so they were able to inadvertently reverse engineer the effects of the camera from the strobe imprint left of Deans eyes and unwittingly gave him x-ray vision. The CEO wanted to make him into a superhero and use him as a symbol to show criminals they were always watched, going along with it in the hopes of getting further into the system in order to bring it all crashing down and to use his powers to expose heroes secret identities. X-Ray was born.

As things progressed though Dean found himself wavering, he vision allowed him to see more crime and suffering than he had imagined. A tipping point came when he used his powers to save his girlfriends life. He now has no clue where he stands.

Hero Type (Select one): Other

Power Level (Select one below): City/Street

Powers (Be Specific):
X-ray vision
Can see through stuff, his visor also gives him telescopic and microscopic vision.

X-ray hand blasts
Used more to stun/blind people than for actual damage. Power wise they are less powerful than Wasp's (from the avengers not an actual wasp) blasts when focused.
However they are very versatile; while not very damaging they can penetrate very well and focus on a specific point, allowing him to potentially nick an artery or other such unpleasantness and to shoot through armour. Combined with his vision he can also use to to cauterise internal wounds or to numb pain.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6'2

Weight: 14st

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 40

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Large

Weaknesses:
- Can't see through/x-ray blasts won't work on lead or plot relevant substances
- Durability wise just an average joe

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

Ellie Moss: Love interest and fellow human rights activist

George Goldstein: Mentor/Archenemies former owner of I-Tech

Chris Collens: Friend and sketch artist, skilled at visualising X-ray's descriptions

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: YUP :)

Sample Post:

Sample

“What do we want?”
“End to vigilantism!”
“When do we want it?”
“Now!!!”
“Companies like I-Tech think they can use CCTV to invade our privacy, super-vigilantes think because they have powers it gives them the right to police us. They're unaccountable and we didn't elect any of them!!!”
“No!!!”

Dean added his now hoarse voice to the crowd's chanting responses. The downpour of rain had matted his unruly mop of hair down to his forehead and drenched his tattered hoodie through to the skin but none of that registered to the post-graduate student. He gripped his wooden sign ever tighter, shouting along with the protestors and focused on the words delivered through the megaphone...or rather on the girl that was delivering them. The I-Tech HQ buildings loomed above them, a name synonymous with dystopian surveillance and rumoured meta-research.

An hour later he and Ellie were sat shivering in a small coffee shop attempting to warm up over a pair of hot-chocolates.

“I thought it went well.” Dean exclaimed, trying to lead off with a positive, his smile admittedly feeling a little forced. This had been their lowest attended protest to date, it felt more and more like the corporation and the capes were winning.

“Bloody weather.” Ellie muttered between sips. Like a lot of bombastic people Dean found Ellie to flip between either hyper enthusiasm or extreme pessimism at the drop of a hat. “We need to do something more than just...protest all the time.” Her frustration was taken out on the fortunately quite durable mug. “I-Tech don't care, everytime the capes beat up some space-squid people think it's acceptable for them to police us.”

“We've started the petition?” Dean offered, setting down his cup. “We can send that straight to the government, they'll have to at least look at it. People are behind us.” He'd joined the New-Word human rights group before he'd met Ellie, though admittedly she had become a big incentive for his dedication to the group. It seemed like a better use of his gap-year than just travelling the world and getting hammered, plus he felt it was really time he put his liberal beliefs into practise.

“Sod the petition.” Ellie spat dejectedly followed by a pout. Dean gave a sigh of resignation and slumped back into his seat.

“Alright then, what do you think we should do?” He asked. Ellie paused for a moment considering something, hesitation was not very characteristic of her. Suddenly she looked up at him, brown eyes shining, then turned to rummage through her bag. Uh-oh, Dean felt he had a sixth sense for when a girl was about to get him into trouble, though lacked the ability to avoid it. This 'date' had an ulterior motive.

“Radiology right?” Ellie asked while flicking through a folder of papers she'd produced from her rucksack.

“Huh?”

“The doctorate your doing, it's in radiology?”

“Yeeeaahh.” Dean answered hesitantly. “It's imaging technology we use it for medical-”

“They're up to something new.” Ellie cut him off. “I don't know what, we're blind when it comes to inside information. But they've been hiring left and right, whole loads of people across different fields and one such position...” She slid a printed sheet of paper across the small table to him.

“Intern in radiology, for work with ultrasound and x-ray technologies.” Dean read the title of the job advert aloud.

“If we have someone on the inside then we can really hit them, do an expose to the press, show people what they're up too,building mass CCTV networks, funding super-vigilantes.” Well wasn't that just convenient. Looking up Dean saw the clear pleading in her face, she was desperate. Are you just using me? He really couldn't tell. “What do you say? We can bring down I-Tech together.”

Shit.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

X-Ray

Character you have created: Dean Smith

Alias: X-Ray

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): N/A

Character Alignment: Hero

Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Dean doesn't know who he is, a rights activist undercover as a authoritarian superhero, or an authoritarian superhero undercover as an activist. He is torn between his left-wing ideals and more right-wing practicality and is unsure of much of what he does. Generally he is quite quiet perceptive person, has a certain stalkerish aspect to him liking to watch and study others, but has a sense of humour to him and can be quite snarky at times.

Appearance
Dean is 28 and though he looks his age there is an undeniable youthful aspect to him, a mixture of wide eyes, soft pale complexion and unkept dark curly hair. He has a sullen nature and is generally hunched over a little, bringing his 6'2 down a couple of inches. He has a lean but toned build and is somewhat wiry but strong. A trace of a London accent lingers in his speech a remnant from his parents. Reminiscent of a young Ewan McGregor.

Uniform/costume:


Origin Info/Details: (sorry if this is a little convoluted)

Dean was midway through a doctorate in radiology when he had a crisis of conscience, took a gap-year, met a girl and joined New-World: a left-wing human rights group that opposes vigilantism and mass surveillance. As an activist he went undercover to sabotage a project by a company called I-Tech who were planning to build an x-ray camera. The resulting explosion not only destroyed the prototype and research but also left Dean blinded.

Thinking the incident an accident the CEO paid for all medical expenses to try and restore Dean's sight, in doing so they were able to inadvertently reverse engineer the effects of the camera from the strobe imprint left of Deans eyes and unwittingly gave him x-ray vision. The CEO wanted to make him into a superhero and use him as a symbol to show criminals they were always watched, going along with it in the hopes of getting further into the system in order to bring it all crashing down and to use his powers to expose heroes secret identities. X-Ray was born.

As things progressed though Dean found himself wavering, he vision allowed him to see more crime and suffering than he had imagined. A tipping point came when he used his powers to save his girlfriends life. He now has no clue where he stands.

Hero Type (Select one): Other

Power Level (Select one below): City/Street

Powers (Be Specific):
X-ray vision
Can see through stuff, his visor also gives him telescopic and microscopic vision.

X-ray hand blasts
Used more to stun/blind people than for actual damage. Power wise they are less powerful than Wasp's (from the avengers not an actual wasp) blasts when focused.
However they are very versatile; while not very damaging they can penetrate very well and focus on a specific point, allowing him to potentially nick an artery or other such unpleasantness and to shoot through armour. Combined with his vision he can also use to to cauterise internal wounds or to numb pain.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 6'2

Weight: 14st

Strength Level: Normal Human

Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 40

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human

Agility: Normal Human

Intelligence: Average

Fighting Skill: Trained

Resources: Large

Weaknesses:
- Can't see through/x-ray blasts won't work on lead or plot relevant substances
- Durability wise just an average joe

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

Ellie Moss: Love interest and fellow human rights activist

George Goldstein: Mentor/Archenemies former owner of I-Tech

Chris Collens: Friend and sketch artist, skilled at visualising X-ray's descriptions

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“What do we want?”
“End to vigilantism!”
“When do we want it?”
“Now!!!”
“Companies like I-Tech think they can use CCTV to invade our privacy, super-vigilantes think because they have powers it gives them the right to police us. They're unaccountable and we didn't elect any of them!!!”
“No!!!”

Dean added his now hoarse voice to the crowd's chanting responses. The downpour of rain had matted his unruly mop of hair down to his forehead and drenched his tattered hoodie through to the skin but none of that registered to the post-graduate student. He gripped his wooden sign ever tighter, shouting along with the protestors and focused on the words delivered through the megaphone...or rather on the girl that was delivering them. The I-Tech HQ buildings loomed above them, a name synonymous with dystopian surveillance and rumoured meta-research.

An hour later he and Ellie were sat shivering in a small coffee shop attempting to warm up over a pair of hot-chocolates.

“I thought it went well.” Dean exclaimed, trying to lead off with a positive, his smile admittedly feeling a little forced. This had been their lowest attended protest to date, it felt more and more like the corporation and the capes were winning.

“Bloody weather.” Ellie muttered between sips. Like a lot of bombastic people Dean found Ellie to flip between either hyper enthusiasm or extreme pessimism at the drop of a hat. “We need to do something more than just...protest all the time.” Her frustration was taken out on the fortunately quite durable mug. “I-Tech don't care, everytime the capes beat up some space-squid people think it's acceptable for them to police us.”

“We've started the petition?” Dean offered, setting down his cup. “We can send that straight to the government, they'll have to at least look at it. People are behind us.” He'd joined the New-Word human rights group before he'd met Ellie, though admittedly she had become a big incentive for his dedication to the group. It seemed like a better use of his gap-year than just travelling the world and getting hammered, plus he felt it was really time he put his liberal beliefs into practise.

“Sod the petition.” Ellie spat dejectedly followed by a pout. Dean gave a sigh of resignation and slumped back into his seat.

“Alright then, what do you think we should do?” He asked. Ellie paused for a moment considering something, hesitation was not very characteristic of her. Suddenly she looked up at him, brown eyes shining, then turned to rummage through her bag. Uh-oh, Dean felt he had a sixth sense for when a girl was about to get him into trouble, though lacked the ability to avoid it. This 'date' had an ulterior motive.

“Radiology right?” Ellie asked while flicking through a folder of papers she'd produced from her rucksack.

“Huh?”

“The doctorate your doing, it's in radiology?”

“Yeeeaahh.” Dean answered hesitantly. “It's imaging technology we use it for medical-”

“They're up to something new.” Ellie cut him off. “I don't know what, we're blind when it comes to inside information. But they've been hiring left and right, whole loads of people across different fields and one such position...” She slid a printed sheet of paper across the small table to him.

“Intern in radiology, for work with ultrasound and x-ray technologies.” Dean read the title of the job advert aloud.

“If we have someone on the inside then we can really hit them, do an expose to the press, show people what they're up too,building mass CCTV networks, funding super-vigilantes.” Well wasn't that just convenient. Looking up Dean saw the clear pleading in her face, she was desperate. Are you just using me? He really couldn't tell. “What do you say? We can bring down I-Tech together.”

Shit.