King Kindred

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

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_{Cyrus Ray Starr}

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Location: Octavia's Moping Tree; Camp Half-Blood - Long Island Sound; New York.
^{Interacting With: Octavia Ramírez-Arellano @Vicier}

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Cyrus missed all of the fun happening at camp this morning, but he was out having a little fun of his own. You see, Cyrus was a full time camper, but as a full time camper he knew how to sneak in and out of camp without setting off any boundary alarms. It wasn't like he needed to. Chiron and Mr. D were well aware of his hero escapades at this point. They decided it wasn't worth the hassle of getting involved as long as he kept his identity a secret and no one ever followed him back to camp, including monsters. They knew he wouldn't or rather couldn't get himself killed in the process. It was almost as if he really was the character he chose to emulate. Or him believing so would be his undoing.

But today wasn't that day, or to be more accurate last night wasn't the night. Cyrus was out all night patrolling New York knowing that the city often became more dangerous in the dark. Not only did it have criminals roaming the streets, but it also had monsters and homeless people without the necessary resources to survive out there. Tonight was a slow night on the criminal and monster front, but he express delivered some meals, provided some heat and made sure they weren't messed with. He felt good and was going to call it a night when the scent of smoke drifted through the wind to reach his nose. There was a fire nearby and it wasn't one that he had made. It looked like this was a job for none other than the spectacular Flannel Man. He flew off in the direction of the fire and used the cover of the fire to hide his identity as he went inside. He thought about getting some kind of costume, because running into a fiery apartment building when you could have put the fire out first probably wasn't the best idea. Every time he reached a floor he would inhale deeply with his lungs to pull the smoke from the apartments out towards him. He had a lot of people to rescue and having them suffer from smoke inhalation wasn't part of his plan.

Once a floor was cleared of smoke he'd do his rescue thing. This went on until he reached the top floor and was sure that everyone was outside and safe. Now he just had to blow away the flames without getting caught in the process. He hovered above the neighboring building and inhaled and inhaled until he couldn't anymore before releasing a wave of chilly wind to encompass the building, dousing the flames and chilling the area in the process. Before they could check to see where this super gust of wind had come from their flanneled savior was gone and making his way home.

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Cyrus arrived back at camp making sure to land in the forest instead of out in the open. It felt strangely quiet. He was sure there was a lot that was supposed to be going on today. Were they already done with the Obstacle Tower? He wondered who had one. Was it Ky'vie again or had someone pulled a victorious upset from right under her nose? If anyone could provide answers it would be his dear friend Octavia and he knew exactly where to find her. If she wasn't in one place it was another and something told him to check there first.

Cyrus walked through the clearing and saw Octavia right at the end of it sitting underneath her favorite tree in camp. He didn't know what it was about this specific tree that drew her to it, but he was glad that she could find some place that felt her own since she was away from the home she really knew. As he got closer he yelled out, "Well, if it isn't my favorite Roman under her favorite tree." If she looked up she would see him wearing a pair of timberlands, boot cut jeans, a red flannel with a blue shirt underneath all covered in soot and ash as if he had been auditioning for a role as a Chimney Sweep.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

It's a bird, it's a plane, no it's CYRUS STARR.

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______________________________________	Cyrus Ray Starr, Son of Notus

Cyrus Ray Starr, Son of Notus

Me, Super? I'm just your average kid from Kansas.

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___________________________________ N A M E Cyrus Ray Starr, Smallville, Superboy, The Incredible Hunk A G E February 29th, 18 G E N D E R cisMale S E X U A L I T Y Heterosexual P L A C E O F O R I G I N Hutchinson, Kansas N A T I O N A L I T Y American E T H N I C I T Y Caucasian and Greek ___________________________________ A P P E R A N C E Height: 6'3 Weight: 222 lbs Hair: Brown Eyes: Blue; Red when using Heat Vision Body Type: Mesomorph Body Marks: None ___________________________________ R E L A T I O N S H I P S T A T U S Single Ex: Daisy Lane (Human) Crushes: Tatiana Hernandez Vivian Lucasta Imani Du Bailey Alina Kim Octavia Arellano Danielle De Luca Malia Brae (When she gets there) F A M I L Y Mother: Stephanie Starr L E G A C Y Magni, Norse God of Strength P E T S White Swiss Shepherd named Krypto ___________________________________

____________________________________________________________________________ L I K E S ✔ Comics ✔ Nature ✔ Animals ✔ Farming ✔ Fighting ✔ Training ✔ Helping people ✔ Flannel D I S L I K E S ✘ Losing control ✘ Bullies ✘ Monsters ✘ People that hurt his friends ✘ Anger ✘ Insects ____________________________________________________________________________ P E R S O N A L I T Y Kind ☼ Loyal ☼ Smartish ☼ Temperamental ☼ Protective ☼ Heroic ☼ Badass ☼ Goofy By day Cyrus Starr is likely the best man you'd ever come across. A kind gentleman that looks out for others and puts everyone before himself. He treats everyone with love and looks out for the little guy. But when he sees you picking on the little guy or hurting someone he cares about? The monster comes out. He doesn't turn into a literal monster like Mr. Hyde or the Hulk. Instead he's just someone that sees red and sometimes will have a hard time distinguishing between friend or foe if his anger gets pushed far enough. This normally isn't an issue inside camp except for when things get a little too intense during their war games or "sparring" sessions. But for the most part he is able to reel himself in and even moreso with the help of others before it gets too bad. Cyrus is a vegetarian and a huge fan of comics. Even before he knew his origins he knew there was something special about him. He was a lot stronger than the average kids and learned to control that part of his abilities early. He turned to comics to explain what was happening to him and found a kindred spirit in Superman, including the fact that he was from Kansas. Was he an adopted alien from another planet? He did feel stronger during the summer and he didn't have a father. At least not one that he knew of. So he found father figures in his comics, TV shows, and people around his small town of Hutchinson modeling his personality after theirs. ____________________________________________________________________________ B I O G R A P H Y One day in the early Fall the god of wind Notus came to Kansas to destroy some crops. It was the one thing he was looking forward to because he absolutely hated Kansas. It was a stupid state and deserved a lot worse than some destroyed crops. But this time he decided to actually look around in one of their towns before he ravaged through them with his furious winds. There he met an exceptional young woman named Stephanie Starr. She was the daughter of a farmer, but he could tell just by looking at her that she was meant for so much more. So he decided to get to know her and for a while he was distracted from his original task. He didn't care. He had found Stephanie. He found love. It was a rare feeling for him, but he enjoyed it. When he had to leave he left her pregnant and left her father's crop field untouched by his furious winds. The rest of Kansas still deserved his fury. That was the last time they were together. He knew he wasn't father or husband material. He was a god, a Titan of power. He had responsibilities. He had no time to play house with humans. Or so he told himself so he wouldn't get attached and let his feelings get the better of him. Despite this he did watch over them and every year he would leave her crops untouched. Stephanie eventually took over her faher's farm giving up on any dreams she had so that she could care for her son and keep the secrets of his origins safe. But young Cyrus had other plans. He loved animals and he loved the farm, but he knew he was meant to be more than a farmhand. He had a glorious purpose. Maybe it was to be the world's first superhero. Cyrus grew up helping people around his town and keeping them out of danger. They chalked it up to miracles having never actually seen their speedy savior. But one young citizen wasn't convinced. When Cyrus was ten his best friend Daisy Lane had been investigating these so called miracles and found that her case lead her to none other than the mysterious farmboy that she had grown up with. She promised not tell his secret, but she wanted to help him on his adventures. Neither of them knew the truth about why he had powers when no one else did, but they didn't care. They were kids having fun and playing hero. When Cyrus was eleven things suddenly changed. The problem with being a demigod child using your powers all willy-nilly? You'd attract a lot of monsters and creatures that want to eat you dead or alive. One such monster? The Minotaur. Daisy and Cyrus were playing at his farm when they noticed a very large bull breeding with one of his cows. Cyrus went to scare it off when he noticed that it wasn't an ordinary bull. He had heard of this thing before in one of his comics about greek mythology. It was the Minotaur, it was real and for some reason it was on his farm. Cyrus told Daisy to run, but she stood momentarily paralyzed. Up until now they were doing small heroics and nothing that would actually put them in danger. But here now she was seeing an actual monster. And she was scared. The Minotaur smelled her fear and stepped away from the cow before picking up its discarded axe off the ground. He charged towards Daisy ready to swing on her with his axe, but was stopped by Cyrus jumping between them and releasing a beam of heat from his eyes. The Minotaur was surprised, but blocked the blast with his axe and smirked as it did nothing, but heat it up and turn it red. Cyrus took the moment to charge at the beast and they came to blows. He couldn't let Daisy get hurt. He couldn't. This constant thought invoked a feeling that he rarely felt. Anger. He felt himself getting stronger as he knocked the axe out of the Minotaur's hand and delivered a devastating punch to his stomach. That was all the opening he needed. He started pummeling the Minotaur relentlessly. How dare he put his best friend in danger? How dare he!? Daisy had come to her senses to watch her friend mercilessly beat down on someone who was no longer fighting. This wasn't the hero she knew or that he aspired to be and she did the only thing she could think to do to stop him. She ran up and hugged him from behind while yelling, "Enough!" In his blind fury he had pushed her off of him sending her into a bale of hay. This was enough to knock him to his senses and he went to check on her. She was okay, but they were both moreso worried about him. They looked back and saw that the Minotaur had disappeared, but Cyrus knew what he had done. After Daisy went home Cyrus talked to his mother about what happened and what he had been doing all this time. She decided to tell him the truth about his father and how one year he had left a note that would provide Cyrus with all of the answers he needed. All it read was, "Follow the wind." And so Cyrus did so going on a journey to the big city. New York, New York. Time had passed and Cyrus found himself living as a full time camper at Camp Half-Blood. He decided it was best not to put his small town in anymore danger now that both he and the monsters were aware of who and what he was. He kept in touch with Daisy though and they did date for a bit when he was fifteen, but when they were sixteen they decided the long distance alternate worlds of magic of normalcy wasn't going to really work for them. He still doesn't know how she was able to see through the mist. Meanwhile unbeknownst to everyone the Minotaur did return to Hutchinson to retrieve what he had sired before returning to the Labyrinth. ____________________________________________________________________________ D E M I G O D I N F O C A B I N Cabin 29: Boreas, God of the North Winds Y E A R S AT C A M P 7; Full Time Camper F A T A L F L A W He puts himself on the line before everyone because he believes he can take it. His guilt is also a huge flaw for him whenever he accidentally hurts one of the people he cares about. W E A K N E S S His anger is both his strength and his weakness because it leaves him a powerful, yet uncontrollable machine. R E S P O N S A B I L I T I E S N/A W E A P O N S Bone Steel Warhammer A B I L I T I E S Aerokinesis: As the son of Notus, Cyrus has divine control over the wind. But he uses his differently than most wind users. Like most he uses it for flight or increasing his own relative speed, but he mainly uses it for what he calls Super Breath. It allows him to create gusts of wind, take deep breaths to inhale the wind/air around him, or put out winds at a temperature so low that they'd freeze whatever he targeted. Heat Vision: As the son of Notus, Cyrus has some control over heat and fire, but not in the way you might think. He can't manipulate flames or even create his own, but he can emit waves of heat from his eyes. He can force an excess amount of heat from his eyes to attempt a "Solar Flare" that allows him to release all the collected heat within his body. This weakens him greatly and puts him on the level of a human for at least 24 hours. Super Enhanced Physiology: As the legacy of Magni, Cyrus has exceptional levels of strength and the durability to match so he wouldn't destroy himself in the process of using his strength. His strength has grown over the years, but it's still not at its peak and wouldn't be so for at least another seventeen years. Rumor has it that he may be as strong as Hercules, but the largest thing he's lifted while mellow was a bus. But if he's ever angry and starts to lose control his strength grows at the same rate of his anger until he calms back down. It's believed he's had mental blockers put in place through deep hypnosis to cap out his normal strength so he wouldn't harm his friends around camp. ____________________________________________________________________________ O T H E R Has a lot of flannel in various different colors Occasionally sneaks out and does heroics Voted most likely to expose the world of demigods and monsters T H E M E S O N G Save Me Face Claim: Tom Welling | #ff4d4d

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

The Xtraordinary Lady X in:

Rainbow No More?

Wonder Girl, Kali thought to herself. She wondered if she had any actual connection to Wonder Woman and the island of badass women. If she did wouldn't that actually make her a princess? She decided to keep the thought to herself for now and continued to follow her deeper into the precinct. The further they got the more she could hear the sound of gunfire. There must've been other members of this team dealing with the goons in the back. Perhaps the rich kid was here after all. She just hoped he wouldn't end up dying already. Otherwise she would've wasted a trip.

As Kali continued to follow Wonder Girl inside she started to think of the rest of their company. Yeah, they were kind of sneaking around, but they were really quite the quiet bunch. She was sure that Red Fire would've spoken up and quite loudly by now, but not a peep. She tried not to take offense, but it was getting difficult. Thankfully the non-princess was keeping her mind off of it. Before she answered her she once again activated the infrared vision in her helmet to get a better look of the situation now that they were deep inside. She saw a few downed thugs, but it seemed that someone had gotten in over their head a bit and needed some help.

"Well, it looks like a friend of yours might need some help and before we get him killed by scaring these goons we should disarm them first. Then we can pummel them to our hearts' content. How does that sound?"

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

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Ooh lovely, in that case, I'll hold off until after you if that's ok! :)

@Natty

Yeah, that's okay! Sorry it's not up yet but it will be today.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

I have a post in the works now.

♆ 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚁𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 ♆ (Roleplay Re-Booted)

Dorian Underwood

Location(s): The Big House - Camp Half Blood; New York

Interacting With: Mr. D @Vicier; Everyone in the Big House

My gods, what was with all of these retrieval missions today? He knew it was the beginning of summer, but three somewhat claimed demigods in a single day was pretty unheard of. Dorian was conflicted about his assignment. He was tasked with retrieving a daughter of Aphrodite and to put it bluntly she wasn't his favorite goddess at the moment. But he held no qualms against her children. It was just the terrible timing and selection of it all. If he hadn't known Mr. D any better he would've thought he had an ulterior motive behind his placement. But Mr. D hated his job enough, he wasn't interested in the affairs of the campers. But putting aside his current feelings for the goddess of love, Dorian was actually a fan of Anastasia. She was so talented and well beautiful. Her being Aphrodite's daughter made a non-surprisingly amount of sense. He was worried though. They always say never meet your idols. He just hoped she was as nice as she seemed and wasn't just acting all the time.

He had no other issues with his assignment and liked the group he was partnered with and with Anzu in charge they really had nothing to worry about. This mission would be a walk in the park, probably even literally. But he tried not to think too much on that as he didn't want to risk anything. Being demigods on a quest meant they were always in constant danger. In the past a lot of demigods didn't make it to the border. It's probably why they started sending rescue parties instead of just a Satyr.

"So is that everything, Mr. D? No more surprise claimings or things we should know?

Young Avengers

I know it's not 2023 yet but I'm I'm New York and I'll be here for the 4th of July, 3 miles from the incident. I wonder if I'll get powers.

Zodiac Reality TV Show

Hmm this sounds interesting. I'm throwing my hat in for a Libra male.

Young Justice Renegades: A Team Worth Dying For

The Xtraordinary Lady X in:

Intros and Gunfire

Kali felt the man's consciousness fade after her electrifying punch and gave herself a mental pat on the back. She watched as his body slunk to the ground and his body dysmorphed into its original state. They were dealing with juicers, but Seattle was a long ways from Gotham, Bludhaven, or even Santa Prisca so what was Bane's goons doing all the way out here? Unless they weren't his goons. He was the type who often liked to participate in the fun himself. But that didn't seem to be the case here.

Her train of thought was interrupted by the words Pink X. She took a second to recall what exactly she had said. Her thanks had unfortunately been drowned out by the question. Kali could understand why they'd think her name was Pink X, but she hated the idea of naming yourself after a color. She couldn't understand Black Lightning's name for the life of her. The guy rarely ever used his black lightning. At least Red's tornadoes were always red. Green Lanterns being named Green Lanterns was so on the nose it was nauseating. She knew they were a group of space cops, but there was already like 50 on Earth, where was the name variety? You don't see Martian Manhunter and Superman calling themselves the Green Martian and Big Red S Man.

Kali fixed the frown hidden underneath her mask and shook her head. Before she could answer more gunfire could be heard towards the back of the precinct. She crouched down next to the apparent leader of the group and finally answered her. "You're welcome, but it's Lady X, student of Lady Shiva. I just really like the color pink. But who are you lot? The Spectacular Axe Princess, Space Elf the Grey, Red Fire, and is that a dinosaur?" She asked still not having seen the creator of the automaton.

While she waited for them to answer she reached into her utility belt and picked out a few shuriken colored and shaped like the X on her mask. "Also, how's your aim? She figured that the axe wielder's aim would be pretty good and she had seen how well Red Fire had thrown the pen at the juicer junkie's mask. For the moment she would put trust in their skills so that together they could safely disarm the remaining gunmen and take them down without getting those stuck in the precinct caught in the crossfire.