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The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

AcerRo said
Anyone get the feeling me and roze are going to be blamed for Aster and anyone else going ape shit on non metas?

Your feeling is correct, for the most part. :D

And regarding the Immortality issue, I'm kinda against it, especially considering that it'll take a Spirit Bomb or Black Hole to kill your Char. I mean, do we even have a char that can let off an attack like that? No, I don't think we do, because that would also be considered OP. I get that she's weak where endurance is concerned but if you can't kill her through conventional or even unconventional means, then she's essentially an non-kill-able troll.

I guess the exact problem is that not many people are fond of Immortality, even despite how non-effective she is at fighting.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Well, seeing as this second Arc is about Pro-Meta/Anti-Meta protests and riots (Much like Civil War) I guess you just have to pick a side.

I've been given the 'Go' by potato for my character to be hired by the Mysterious TV-Man to work against the Meta's. This will include various attacks on the Anti-Meta Movement that will shine an even worse light on Meta's. Some Meta's my decide to join Aster in attacking, becoming resentful for their current treatment after years of being a Hero or just simply killing out of pure bloodlust. Other's will want to stop him and learn why he's attacking people.

I imagine that, after my next post, you'll find something to do. Although, It'll be a while before I reveal that Aster is working for the TV-Man.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

15:23pm, Aster Javian's Penthouse, Los Angeles

Aster sat slouched into his lazyboy chair, watching the news coverage of the Anti-Meta movements that had arisen after that strange pirate broadcast from the a few days ago. He had missed his meeting with Bobby due to the riots that had broken out but he was sure the Capo would have cancelled anyway. The Family are a cautious lot so chances are he'd have flown back to New York by now and taken Bobby with him. In a way he'd dodged a bullet, but now his work had suddenly dried up. It's funny, as an advocate of chaos, Aster somewhat welcomed to rioting but now that it was beginning to starve his means of income, he was beginning to resent them. He could join up with some of the other Meta's, offer his skills toward their plight? For price of course.

"Pshh! Who am I kidding?" He said aloud. He wasn't exactly fond of other Meta's, in fact, he wasn't even sure he liked being one himself. It was, after all, the main reason for him coming to L.A. in the first place. Somehow, he figured being amongst other Meta's would make him feel accepted or part of something bigger. But that was bullshit, he knew it as soon as he stepped foot in the city. He swiped his opened beer bottle from the table next to his chair and poured the remaining contents into his mouth then placed it back on the table. Grabbing the remote, he clicked a button to switch channels, having had enough of the media hysteria over the Meta Crisis, which is what they were now dubbing it. Instead of the picture changing, the screen of his TV went blank. "The fuck?" He questioned, sitting forward now.

"Aster Javian." The voice made him stand instantly, clenching his fists and suddenly scanning the open plan living area.

"Who wants to know?" He called out, still searching for the owner of the voice but not having any luck.

"It's not that I 'want' to know, I already know who you are." The voice sounded as if it were coming from the speaker system built into his apartment.

"And how can you be so sure of that?" He kept looking around, not moving from his position in front of his chair.

"You're a difficult man to track down but I have my ways. But then, you're not exactly a 'man', are you? Some would be more inclined to class you as a monster or a beast. Or even, a Meta."

"Okay, who the fuck is this?"

"My identity is nothing you need to worry about at the moment. The only identity you should focus on is your own, and what is likely to happen to you once I post your name and location online. Who knows, maybe you'll get a visit from a few Anti-Meta friends of mine?"

"Well, if that's the case, go ahead. Anyone who comes into this apartment is dead. Then I'll hunt you down and rip out your spine. I promise, I won't even use my abilities either." Aster dropped his guard now. The voice began to laugh. It was short and smooth and denoted a mild form of surprise.

"You really are as ruthless as your record states. And efficient, too, if these files from the Gambino Family are anything to go by."

Aster was growing bored of this. "Alright, okay. You're a super, fuckin', special techno-junkie, I geddit. Now can we please get on with this? I have beer to drink whilst I wait for this whole thing to blow over."

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen, Mr. Javian. This 'thing' is much bigger than a few mere riots."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Well that's where you come in. You're going to make it bigger. I'm going to give you a specific set of tasks and you're going to complete them to the letter, otherwise I leak your information to the world and you end up noticeably less alive than you are now."

Aster stood and considered the offer he'd been given. Being held to ransom wasn't exactly his idea of a good time. No, he had a better idea. "Yeah, well, that doesn't quite work for me. However, I see your offer of blackmail and I raise you an offer of my services...for a price of course." The voice was silent for over a minute, he obviously hadn't anticipated this.

"I must say, Mr. Javian, I had no doubts that you'd be following my orders, but as a service? You've caught me offguard there, bravo."

"You won't find out everything about me in those files, y'know. So, how about it?"

"Well, you have always been a Mercenary, so I guess I should have seen it coming. But a Meta who would turn on his own kind? That's certainly unprecedented, indeed."

"Just 'cause other people have powers, that don't make them my 'own kind'."

"Alright then, Mr. Javian, your standard fee of Ten-Thou-"

"Fifty." Aster interrupted.

"I'm sorry?"

"That'll be Fifty-Thousand per job. Ten-Thousand for my standard fee plus Forty-Thousand for 'turning on my own kind'."

"My, my. You certainly are as ruthless as they come. Fifty-Thousand it is then. There's a PDA with all the information you'll need in the top drawer of your bed-side cabinet. We'll talk again soon." Then the voice was gone. The TV remained blank, however, so Aster just switched it off.

He then made his way to his bedroom, rounding the king-sized bed and ripping open the top drawer of his bed-side cabinet. Sure enough, a slim, hi-tech PDA was the only item in there. A message flashed on the screen. Aster picked it up. As soon as he did so the message opened.

:// EYES ONLY: MR. A. JAVIAN \\:
>111 S Grand Avenue, Downtown
>18:00 Hours
>Anti-Meta Protest Rally
>Neutralize all protesters
>Must Use Abilities
>Type 'Y' when mission has been completed
:// EYES ONLY: MR. A. JAVIAN \\:

Aster pocketed the device. 111 S Grand Avenue? The Walt Disney Concert Hall. There'd be hundreds of protesters. Not that it bothered him too much, a job was a job. He was fine with it, as long as he was getting paid. Just then and quick jingle came from the PDA. As he looked at it, his account was displayed on the screen, followed by an instant transaction of $50,000. Aster smiled. "At least he's efficient." He thought before pulling on a shirt and grabbing his jacket, then making his way out of the apartment.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

@Potato

Just letting you know, I've PMed you a possible idea for my character. Unfortunately, the guild doesn't have any flashy notification things to let you know you have new messages O.o

Titans of Earth

Apollo

Alias: Apollo

Secret ID: Aster Javian

Age: 26
Height: 5'9
Weight: 170lbs
Hair Color: Grey
Eye Color: Ice Blue
Nationality: American-Sicilian

Physical Appearance: The easiest way to describe Aster's appearance is simply; Trouble, or rather, a troubled history. His rugged facial features tells the story of his abrasive past. His heavy-set eyes and thickly-lined jaw give off an air of menace or underlying bitterness about his person. A.J's past struggles are also punctuated by an old scar that runs over his left eye. His Grey hair is swept back, giving off a slicked-back look. If left down, his hair reaches down to his jawline and stops just afterwards. He tends to keep it at this length out of preference more than anything. Aster likes to maintain his chiseled physique and takes great care in his own bodily health. He does, however, have a few distinct scars on his body which can easily be made out to be knife wounds or injuries caused by other sharp objects. Despite this, he doesn't mind people seeing them rather than hiding them away. His shoulder-blades are covered with an intricate Edo-Japanese tattoo which extends down each arm, eventually stopping at the insides of his forearms.

Attire: Tends to stick to darker colours, predominantly black, dark greys and blues. Likes to wear standard, form-fitting tops but nothing too extravagant. He can often compliment these single-coloured t shirts with his favourite black leather jacket. His bottom half is usually covered with dark, slim-fit jeans or chinos. His choice of footwear can be anything from Converse to High-tops and anything in between. His shoes are easily the most diverse thing about his clothing.

General Personality:

Powers/Abilities: Hard-Light Manipulation

Hard-Light Conversion
Aster can convert most forms of matter into high-energy visible light (HEV light), which he can then change into Hard-Light. This process can range from seconds to minutes or even hours depending on the size and scale of the object. He cannot convert Living Matter such as Humans, Animals or Plants but he can convert Matter that is no longer considered alive I.E. Wooden Objects, Corpses etc. After converting objects to Hard-Light, he can then re-shape them to his will to create various weapons, walls and other defensive or offensive objects.

Hard-Light Teleportation
Despite not being able to convert other sources of Living Matter, Aster can convert himself into Hard-Light. He utilizes this ability to teleport himself rapidly across short distances. The process of converting his own matter into HEV Light allows him to move at incredible speeds once completed, before re-materializing himself as Living Hard-Light. Once teleported, Aster can quickly revert himself back to his normal state of Living Matter or teleport again if needed. The maximum distance of teleportation is 30 meters. (Approx. The distance between 1st & 2nd base in Baseball) This process also leaves a Hard-Light shell of his being standing where he originally teleported from that eventually shatters and fades away.

Hard-Light Lances
Aster can generate lances made purely of Super Density Hard-Light. This means that whilst the Lances are extremely difficult to destroy, they don't posses much mass because of their base properties of light. As such, Aster can utilize these Lances as weapons in the same fashion as a Bo-Staff or he can choose to launch them towards his opponents at super speeds like a javelin. They can inflict heavy piercing damage as well as blunt trauma. Aster possesses a very high proficiency when using these Lances.

Weaknesses:

The Hard-Light objects Aster creates possess noticeably less durability than their standard matter counterparts. The constructs weaken relative to the amount of damage they take. So, for instance, if Aster converted a gun into hard-light and proceeded to beat someone with it, the gun would likely shatter after 5-8 hits. If he hit it against a solid surface, it would likely shatter in 4 or less. As soon as he throws a construct, however, it would hit something and then shatter, relative to the scale and size of the object. So a car wouldn't necessarily shatter straight away, but the gun would.

His teleportation technique causes exhaustion fairly quickly due to the rapid conversion process. As such, he can only perform this ability up to 5 times in a row before needing to revert back to his standard matter form.

Aster's body is entirely susceptible to harm, as shown by the various scars he possesses.

Fighting Style: Aster has spent most of his life studying multiple forms of fighting including Taekwondo and Muay Thai. His Muay Thai is probably his strongest and most refined Martial Art, due to it's purely destructive style with the use of elbows, fists and legs. His Taekwondo is used mainly for muscle memory and disciplining his body so that he doesn't waste energy with his movements. To achieve this, he practices his Patterns daily.

Titans of Earth (Superhero RP Interest Check)

I'll do that right away. And the constructs weaken relative to the amount of damage they take.
So, for instance, if I converted a gun into hard-light and proceeded to beat someone with it, the gun would likely shatter after 5-8 hits. If I hit it against a solid surface, it would likely shatter in 4 or less. As soon as I throw a construct, however, however, the gun would hit something and then shatter, relative to the scale and size of the object. So a car wouldn't necessarily shatter straight away, but the gun would.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Just posted my intro post. It's a little long and it's got quite a bit of swearing at the end, so I've placed it in a hider.

My future posts won't have nearly as much cursing as this post.

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

[Double post]

The Gifted: A Fast Paced Superpower RP

Two Hours Ago...

Aster stood on the roof a small office block, his gaze fixated on a patrol guard making his rounds for a warehouse across the street. It was his third time in the last hour that he'd strolled past the main security hut, nodding to the other security guard inside and then casually walking off again to check on another part of the premises. Now would be the best time to strike if he wanted to get inside without raising any alarms.

The warehouse in question belonged to a wealthy business magnate, one that had enough money to hire out a private security firm to protect his properties. This man had spared no expenses; A Closed-Circuit Television System, Armed Guards and a top-of-the-line Intruder Alarm System, no wonder the Gambino Family had hired him for the job. After all, he did have a knack for getting things done and his success rate was currently unblemished. Whilst this was a good thing, Aster tried to keep himself low key when it came to dealing with the Family. He often took on jobs from them through a middle-man by the name of Bobby Beans, an associate of the Mafia who was their 'go-to' guy in L.A.. This kept Aster's name away from the attention of the real members. The Soldiers, the Made-Men, his Father. To them he was just a guy who got the job done, took his pay and went silent until he was called upon next.

Aster wrangled his thoughts back to the now, re-focusing on the security hut. He held out his right hand and concentrated. A small light began to emit from the center of his palm, gradually growing bigger the more he concentrated on it. It was pure light and as the orb of light matched the size of a tennis ball, it began to protrude out at the top and bottom. The protrusions grew longer at a quickened rate until eventually the light dimmed somewhat and his hand began to grasp around the lance he had just created. It felt smooth to touch, like always, and looked similar to frosted glass but with an ebbing glow trapped inside. He knew he only had a limited amount of time to act now, before he was spotted.

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This was Jeremiah's third night shift of the week and he was about ready to quit. The boss had given him this shift because he'd been caught stealing Bob's Twinkies from the fridge in the canteen last week. 'If Bob wasn't such a fat ass, he wouldn't need to keep Twinkies at work.' He thought. 'I just have two shifts left. Just two, I can do this.' It was then that he noticed a flash of light through the large pane of glass that was the main window of the security hut. His attention was drawn to a dark figure standing on top of the building across the street. Jeremiah screwed up his face in confusion.

"What the he-" It was all he could manage before the second flash killed him instantly.

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"And the Lord said..." Aster said to himself, a smirk playing at his lips. In his right hand, he no longer held the lance made of light. By now the spear-like weapon had already pierced his target and was beginning to shatter and fade away. He had to move quickly. Stepping forward to the edge of the building, Aster looked down. It was a 6-storey drop, a fall that would certainly kill him. But he allowed himself to lurch forward nonetheless, diving toward the ground at an increasingly fast rate. The rush of adrenaline made him feel alive as he fell and a slight feeling of dread played at his thoughts.

Before it could take over him completely, Aster had begun to convert his own body into light before a quick flash made him disappear completely. He stood, unharmed, inside the security hut. He had to wait for his body to adjust. Freefalling to your death and then teleporting to a completely different place had a way of confusing your senses. But it didn't take him long to recover. There was a large pool of blood covering part of the floor within the hut. It came from the guard, who still sat in his chair. Except now he was dead and left with a gaping hole in his chest.

As he stepped over the puddle of crimson liquid, her could hear hurried footsteps coming from outside. One of the guards, something must have gone wrong. Aster stood, frozen, if he moved now, he'd alert the guard before he had a chance to jump him. Within seconds the security guard burst through the door to the hut. "Why won't you answer-" Aster had already moved towards the door. Before the man could raise his rifle to shoot, he grabbed the barrel of the gun with his left hand and used his ability to convert it into Hard-Light, then ripped the weapon from the man's grip, pulling him further into the hut.

As the guard was pulled off balance, Aster struck him with a swift right-elbow to the side of the head, dazing him and sending the defenceless man sprawling against the command console. The guard managed to recover, however and threw himself toward the Meta, but Aster only batted him away with the gun, before discarding it and following up with a right hook to his ribs. The guard cried out in pain, a few broken ribs will do that to you, but Aster didn't let up. He grabbed the side of man's face with his right hand and began to slam his head against the console repeatedly until the sound of glass breaking and a flashing red light meant that he'd activated the emergency alarm.

He released the guard's mutilated head, allowing the man's lifeless body to crumple to the ground, and sighed. "This is gonna' be a long night..."

Present Time

Aster turned his Camaro into to a widened alleyway that was situated between a mix of apartment blocks and office towers. The further he drove, the darker and dingier it got. He kept going until, in his head beams, he could see another car with a man standing beside it. Turning off the engine, he opened the door and stepped out of the car. He then began to walk towards the man who, by now, had noticed his arrival and had turned to face him. "You fucked up, A.J!" The man called out as Aster kept walking.

"The hell are you talkin' about? I got the package." He replied, slightly raising the small brown item he'd grabbed off of the passenger seat as he left the car.

"Yeah, and now the whole damn city knows you did too. You left a fuckin' body count for Christ's sake!"

"Oh, c'mon, they were a couple of private security guards, what do you care?" Aster now stood facing the man.

"What do I care? I read the damn Police Report."

"Police Report? How did you-Wait a minute, you had a fuckin' tail on me?!" Aster suddenly grew annoyed and began to clench his fist.

"The guy had a fuckin' hole in his chest, like he'd been speared! What the fuck kind of shit is that?!"

"Why the fuck would you put a tail on me, Bobby?"

"Because apparently, you're not quite who you say you are. Our guy said that you jumped from a six-storey building and then just randomly ended up in the security hut! Is that true, A.J?"

"Now you just shut your mouth, Bobby, you don't know what you're saying.

"Are you a fuckin' Meta?"

At that point, Aster lost it. He dropped the package and grabbed Bobby with both hands by the lapels of his coat, then turned and slammed him up against the brick wall that made up the side of the alley. "I told you to shut your fuckin' mouth, Bobby. You didn't hear nothin' about anythin' and as far as you or anyone else is concerned, I'm just the guy who gets shit done!" After he'd said his piece he let Bobby go, straightening out his coat before turning away from his old friend.

"Yeah, well that's just the problem, Jay."

Aster turned his head to look over his shoulder. "What do you mean?" He asked, almost glaring.

Bobby began to stutter, trying to get the words out before finally taking a breath and just saying it. "There's a new Capo in town. He flew in from New York last week."

Aster turned around at that. "Go on."

"Well, he wanted to personally go over the books himself. Usually that's for the accountants to do, but this guy likes to see shit with his own eyes. And whilst going through them, he spotted a bunch of payments for this year. Each of them for ten grand. They were your payments, A.J. And he wanted to know why they hadn't been signed."

"What do you mean?" He was confused slightly and furrowed his brow as he asked.

"Well, you've always wanted to keep your identity a secret, so I never signed the payments with your name. Which we usually do so we'd know who they were going to. I mean, everybody here knows who you are but they're all content for me to just say it's for 'a guy I know', I even got me my own name; Bobby 'I know a guy' Bea-"

"Get to the fuckin' point, Bobby."

"Okay, so that didn't wash with this guy. He said that he wants to meet. To see you with his own eyes."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?!" This wasn't good. There was no way he could meet him. What if it was his Father, or someone that knew his Father...and his son for that matter? "No. No, we're fuckin' done. Don't call me again, Bobby." He began storming back to his car.

"A.J. wait! They'll kill me if you don't show! You know how bad this looks already! You can't just hang me out to dry here!" Aster stopped walking but stayed silent for at least a minute.

"What time's the meet?" He asked eventually.

"Tomorrow night, eight o'clock. The usual place."

"Shit." He said. "I'm not happy about this, Bobby." Aster continued walking back to his car.

"Yeah, well this isn't exactly my idea of Christmas either, A.J!"

Aster sat back in the driving seat of his car and watched Bobby drive off in the other direction. When the lights from his sedan had gone, he slammed a fist on the dashboard. "Fuck it!" He said aloud. This was going to be a long night.

Into the Maw: Space Command [InterestCheck]

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