Kablamicus

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Johnny Kenwood sat in one of the many dive bars in Bludhaven (The only type of bar to be found in Bludhaven). A single empty glass sat in front of the young man as he stared into the reflection for a moment deliberating on whether he should order another drink. Deciding one was enough for now, he reached into his jacket and placed a cigarette between his lips, extending one finger a small jet of flame erupted from the end igniting the cigarette before slowly dying down. The rest of the bar raised their eyebrows at the metahuman in disbelief, rising from his stool Johnny smiled wryly at the men. "I think I'll be calling it a night lads." Stepping out into the smog filled streets Johnny took a deep breath, Bludhaven was a prime example of what happened when corporations were allowed to run amok, the people were constantly subjugated and left to suffer while the industrial districts grew larger and larger, bloated cysts filled with factories where workers slaved away for a pittance. It made Johnny furious. What was even worse was that they lived in a world of 'heroes', people like Superman, The Flash and Zatanna who would happily fight off alien invasions to protect the status quo yet did nothing for social change. Perhaps it was this that lead Johnny to agree to become an 'Outsider' when Fenrir offered him a position, it certainly wasn't the personality of his fellow members. A faint beeping noise emanated from the pocket of Johnny's jeans, with a sigh he reached down into his pockets and pulled out his communicator, it was Fenrir, it was time to go to 'work'. Setting off towards the headquarters Johnny walked past the derelict shopfronts and flickering streetlights. Following the rigmarole of tasks required to gain access to the headquarters Johnny made his way to the hangar whistling to himself. Stepping on-board the cruiser 'Molotov' gazed at his team mates, half of them were messing around like children while the others were acting like soldiers. Rolling his eyes and lighting a cigarette Johnny stood at the back of the cruiser awaiting information on the mission.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

I'm all for going straight into the action.

Star Wars: Republic Commando Tango Squad (Closed)

CS: Name: RC-00626 "Stiches" Age: 20 Role: Medic Appearance: Entirely pristine armor with red shoulders, elbows and knees. Small bacta cannisters and several surgical instruments are attached to the side of his thighs. Weaponry: Basic Dc-17 and a Vibro-Scalpel.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Name: Johnny Kenwood Alias: Molotov Age:26 Personality: Johnny's never been one to conform, until he gained his abilities he thought only of himself, however he's now struggling to do the 'right' thing. Throughout his life Johnny has hated authority figures, he's always views himself as being a 'punk' however he tends to think he's cooler than he is. Although inherently rebellious towards strangers, Johnny is warm to those who earn his friendship, however in order to befriend him someone would have to pierce through his cynicism and misanthropy. Powers: Johnny has the power of pyrokinesis being able to control and produce Fire/Heat with his mind. Weaknesses Johnny's cynicism can often lead to him being unmotivated and lazy. His ego prevents him from taking most fights seriously. Extensive use of his powers can cause him immense pain and can in extraordinary cases leave him temporarily paralyzed surrounded by flame. Appearance: Johnny is 6" tall however his mohawk adds an extra two inches to his height. Johnny's build is gaunt with very little muscle mass, his face has prominent cheekbones with sunken features giving him a skeletal appearance. Johnny has a short black Mohawk that is lightly dyed red at the tips, this often appears to shine due to the copious amounts of grease he slathers onto it. Johnny's eyes are a sickly green color that compliments the pallor of his skin. Clothing-wise Johnny is always seen wearing a frayed leather jacket with a large patch depicting a molotov cocktail stitched onto the back. BRIEF Bio: During Johnny's younger years his family weren't exceptionally anything. They were neither rich nor poor and lived in a sort of limbo where they could afford food however weren't able to acquire the luxuries in life. It wasn't until Johnny's father was laid off at a LexCorp factory that the family truly experienced poverty. Without their primary source of income the Kenwoods were unable to keep their house and had to move from shelter to shelter. Once Johnny came of age he began to fall in with the wrong crowd, in order to feed his family he had to resort to breaking and entering, refusing to steal from his fellow 'Proletariat' Johnny exclusively robbed industrial complexes often taking wiring or machinery. However when word came of a robbery in a Lexcorp factory Johnny immediately wanted in. Everything was going to plan until the police arrived, from here ensued a four hour shoot out, during the battle Johnny fell back into the generator room of the factory attempting to escape through the maintenance hatches, however a stray bullet collided with the generator's experimental core which exploded devastating the factory and bathing Johnny in radiation. Five days later Johnny awoke under a pile of rubble and with his new abilities, returning to the shelter he found no sign of his family, now wayward and suspecting Lex Luthor's involvement, Johnny seeks a purpose and a way to strike out against 'the man'. What they bring to the team? An overall sense of misanthropy and sarcasm. In combat a useful source of crowd control and versatile ranged attacks. Notes

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Cheers dude, I've aged him up to 26 years old.

Star Wars: Republic Commando

Interested in the medic role.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Name: Johnny Kenwood Alias: Molotov Age:26 Personality: Johnny's never been one to conform, until he gained his abilities he thought only of himself, however he's now struggling to do the 'right' thing. Throughout his life Johnny has hated authority figures, he's always views himself as being a 'punk' however he tends to think he's cooler than he is. Although inherently rebellious towards strangers, Johnny is warm to those who earn his friendship, however in order to befriend him someone would have to pierce through his cynicism and misanthropy. Powers Johnny has the power of pyrokinesis being able to control and produce Fire/Heat with his mind. Weaknesses Johnny's cynicism can often lead to him being unmotivated and lazy. His ego prevents him from taking most fights seriously. Extensive use of his powers can cause him immense pain and can in extraordinary cases leave him temporarily paralyzed surrounded by flame. Appearance: Johnny is 6" tall however his mohawk adds an extra two inches to his height. Johnny's build is gaunt with very little muscle mass, his face has prominent cheekbones with sunken features giving him a skeletal appearance. Johnny has a short black Mohawk that is lightly dyed red at the tips, this often appears to shine due to the copious amounts of grease he slathers onto it. Johnny's eyes are a sickly green color that compliments the pallor of his skin. Clothing-wise Johnny is always seen wearing a frayed leather jacket with a large patch depicting a molotov cocktail stitched onto the back. BRIEF Bio: During Johnny's younger years his family weren't exceptionally anything. They were neither rich nor poor and lived in a sort of limbo where they could afford food however weren't able to acquire the luxuries in life. It wasn't until Johnny's father was laid off at a LexCorp factory that the family truly experienced poverty. Without their primary source of income the Kenwoods were unable to keep their house and had to move from shelter to shelter. Once Johnny came of age he began to fall in with the wrong crowd, in order to feed his family he had to resort to breaking and entering, refusing to steal from his fellow 'Proletariat' Johnny exclusively robbed industrial complexes often taking wiring or machinery. However when word came of a robbery in a Lexcorp factory Johnny immediately wanted in. Everything was going to plan until the police arrived, from here ensued a four hour shoot out, during the battle Johnny fell back into the generator room of the factory attempting to escape through the maintenance hatches, however a stray bullet collided with the generator's experimental core which exploded devastating the factory and bathing Johnny in radiation. Five days later Johnny awoke under a pile of rubble and with his new abilities, returning to the shelter he found no sign of his family, now wayward and suspecting Lex Luthor's involvement, Johnny seeks a purpose and a way to strike out against 'the man'. What they bring to the team? An overall sense of misanthropy and sarcasm. In combat a useful source of crowd control and versatile ranged attacks. Notes

Steam, Blood and Science, a Steampunk RP

I'm writing up a post now.

(Crossover galore) The Insurgency : The Meta Human Registration Act

Certainly Interested

League of Assassins

A small black sedan squirmed it's way up the mountains towards the academy it skidding slightly on the wet roads. Just the day before Chris had been sent on the first plane to England from New York. His family had given him a surprisingly warm send-off, then again it was a rite of passage among the Pryors. The entire flight had taken it's toll on Chris, he had verbally chastised a baby for keeping him awake and consequentially making him jet-lagged and tired. Swerving up the road he finally pulled up to the gates of the castle. There wasn't exactly anywhere to park so driving the car out of the way of the gate he parked it. Climbing out Chris straightened his tie, he was wearing a navy blue blazer alongside a buttoned up shirt,in one hand he held the handle to his suitcase containing all that he owned, in the other hand a black umbrella with the Pryor family crest printed on each side, his family cared about appearances.

Strutting through the rain Chris reached the entrance, the foyer was magnificent, a beautiful feat of architecture, he could see a few trophies on display with names of his family members...one day they'd have trophies with his name, more than any other Pryor before him. Taking his time Chris wandered to the dorm he had been assigned, with the umbrella now closed and tucked under his elbow he swung open the door with a slight whistle. The room was surprisingly impressive, better than the small room he had at home, all of his siblings had gotten the good rooms leaving him to get a converted nursery. Four beds were spread out, Chris made a beeline for one pushed into the darkest corner, at least from here he could the entire room.

Unpacking some of his stuff Chris stepped back out of the room, he had picked up some gum from his suitcase and was now chewing it in the corridor. Here he waited for the arrival of his 'room-mates'/friends/pawns, a sickly sweet smile on his face.