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Titans Academy

Location: Titans Academy, Midway City, Michigan

Episode #3: The War Room

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It was only Conrad’s third day as a student at Titans Academy and he was having a hard time adjusting. Many factors were at play in this difficulty for the World War II veteran. Not only was this his first time attending post-secondary education, having put away his dreams of becoming a doctor to go fight for his country instead, this was his first time attending any modern schooling.

It seemed that schooling was no longer done with pens and books, but rather these computer things everyone had, included some that were dubbed phones, though Conrad almost never saw anyone actually make a call with one. As part of a crash course in modern advancements being provided by Cyborg, Conrad had been given a phone. So far he had figured out how to call and sent texts, but the whole idea of the Internet and the app store were still too daunting to the young man.

But one good thing about living in the future was that beds were a lot softer. Conrad felt like he could spend all day in the bed provided by the Academy, but he had been shown specifically how to set a wake up alarm on his phone.

This third morning of attending the Titans Academy, Conrad was still in bed, having a pleasant dream, a rare occurrence for the stressed out veteran. This nice dream was abruptly stopped by music blaring from the phone sitting on the nightstand next to Conrad.

He was instantly awakened to the loud booming pop music. Reaching out with his hand, Conrad swiped the alarm off. He wanted to stay in bed after that, but through discipline gained through the military, Conrad forced himself out of bed.

Standing on the floor, which was cold on his bare feet, Conrad yawned loudly. Thoughts of wondering what today would bring were quickly replaced by a memory of Cyborg telling him that all students were to meet in the entrance lobby right in the morning.

Not wishing to be late, Conrad jumped into the shower. Having consistent warm water was like heaven for the young man who had just recently spent months in the wilderness, even if it was recent for him and not for the rest of the time line.

Once cleaned, Conrad dried off and opened his closet. Most of his current clothing was provided by a mix of Checkmate and Titans Academy, as he had arrived in this year with just his costume. It was said costume that Conrad changed into. It would be his first time using it since arriving in the modern era.

Conrad put on the green, yellow, and black costume, noting that it wasn’t in the best of condition. It seemed to Conrad that current superhero costumes were a lot more durable than those wore during the War.

Conrad then exited his room and headed for the lobby. There were already several students there, all people he didn’t know. Thinking it would be improper to force his ways into their lives, Conrad instead remained a few steps behind them, remaining silent as Cyborg and Flash arrived.

The mentors started by explaining why some students were missing, but as Conrad had never met them, it didn’t really faze him. Cyborg then said they were to use a machine to make new costumes. Conrad didn’t really want to change his costume, but perhaps he could just make an identical one out of better material.

Cyborg also revealed the existence of the War Room. Most of what he said about it went over Conrad’s head as he figured it was advanced even for a modern person. But he understood at least that it was sort of a mock combat obstacle course that could be any location.

Another mentor then exited the War Room. Explaining who he was the man known as Arsenal began to critique Conrad’s classmates actions on a previous mission. Conrad knew how easy it was to screw up a mission, as that was how he ended up traveling through time.

Two of the Academy students then decided to use the costume creator before challenging each other to a battle in the War Room. As Shuriken and Shattercrash began their battle on the television, Conrad saw a young woman trying the costume maker.

Several more students asked to try the costume maker and War Room. It was only when a student, Conrad believed his name was Alex, said he would like to give it a try, did Conrad decide to step forward.

“I’ll fight him,” Conrad added in as he raised a hand.

While he knew practically nothing about his fellow classmates, Conrad did get strong team leader vibes from Alex. While he wasn’t sure what powers the young man possessed, Conrad was always trying to better himself. So why not go after who he expected to be at the front of the class?

The only bad thing was that this was a mock battle. All of Conrad’s other battles during the war had been to the death as the Nazis were trying to do the same to him. So he would have to pull some punches and not do something accidentally like cracking his skull with the Gargoyle’s tail barb.

But even with that worry, Conrad was excited to prove himself. He had recently learned that his whole presence during World War II was almost entirely forgotten, so he wished for his time at Titans Academy to actually mean something and leave an impression in history.

Titans Academy

@Omega Man
Not meaning to double post, but I felt you should know that I'm going to read through the IC posts tomorrow and then create a post as Legion.

Godzilla: YATAGARASU

@VitaVitaAR
Sorry about the delay on my character sheet. Please let me know if anything doesn't work.

Namgung Haneul

• Current Name: Namgung Haneul
• Birth Name: Min Seong
• Age: 34
• Gender: Male
• Appearance: Haneul stands at 5’6’’ with a thin build from the meager food available in North Korea. His skin is quite pale from being locked away in a lab for so long. His face has been surgically altered from when he used to be named Seong. He now has a straight nose, with blue eyes caused by wearing contacts, and his hair that is shoulder length has been dyed a bluish-black in color. Not really one for fashion, Haneul seems to be always wearing a suit when out and about, always wanting to look professional.
• Personality: Haneul was brought up with the notion that he was on the Earth to help others, in his particular case it was the North Korean people. But that stuck with Haneul as he always thought more about others than he did himself. As such he had no problem with being a soldier, dying to protect others. But this self-sacrificial outlook was tempered by an intense need for knowledge. Living in a dictatorship meant that knowledge was kept under lock and key, which may have been the first thing that disillusioned Haneul from the regime.
  Haneul is also a workaholic, putting so much overtime into trying to divine the secrets of captured kaiju. Once he has a task in mind, it is almost impossible to stop him. This need to be of use still affects Haneul, but now he views it as the whole world that he needs to aid. Slowly, Haneul has began to believe that perhaps the best way to survive the existence of kaiju is to live together rather than humanity constantly fighting the giant creatures.
• Skills: Haneul was initially trained as a soldier, making him proficient in hand to hand combat and with firearms. However, those skills are a little bit out of practice as he hasn’t had to use them since he was transferred to the science division. As part of his work as a scientist, Haneul attended state run university where he focused on biology and animal behavior in relation to kaiju. Since then he’s had the chance to examine the bodies of fallen kaiju, learning about various different bodily systems that only appear in kaiju.
  Haneul is also an expert in kaiju behavior, having spent years trying to deduce what leads the kaiju’s actions. His biggest success with this was mapping the projected expansion of a herd of small kaiju in the North Korean wilderness, leading to them being eliminated. As for non occupational related skills, Haneul can speak and write Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, and English. He also works well with animals, which could be do to his studies or the fact that he lived on a state run farm for the first several years of his life.
• Equipment: Messenger bag with a laptop, tablet, smart phone and various notebooks inside. Haneul also has a gun in a holster on his waist.
• Brief Backstory: Born in the city of Pyongyang, capital of North Korea, the child known as Min Seong would be indoctrinated into the regime of Kim Il-sung. The founder of North Korea planned out the lives of all of his citizens, assigning them roles in society. Young Seong would be chosen to become a soldier in the eventual war to retake the south. But while he was still a child, Godzilla, the greatest monster to have ever existed returned, destroying all of Tokyo. This event only heightened North Korea’s paranoia of being attacked. So on March 1st, 1992, Supreme Leader Kim Il-sung announced the formation of RYONG, an anti-kaiju branch of the military named after a legendary dragon of Korean myth.
  While still a child, Seong would have to deal with the death of the Supreme Leader. Succeeded by his son Kim Jong-il, North Korea would enter an era of even greater weapons development. This would include more funding for RYONG. In the years after this Seong would be sent to enter the military. However, his aptitude for science would soon be noted as he was transferred into the military intelligence branch. While there, Seong would take a liking to studying kaiju. This would also be noted as he was sent to join RYONG.
  Seong would get his doctorate in biology and animal behavior from a secret North Korean university. Now a key member of RYONG, Seong was now provided actual kaiju to study, albeit smaller ones. Through years of studying, Seong began to start understanding the behavior of specific kaiju.
  RYONG’s funding would only be increased further when Kim Jong-un took over as Supreme Leader of North Korea. Under this new regime, RYONG was tasked with figuring out how to control kaiju. Seong’s role went from studying the kaiju to fight them to studying so that they can be controlled as a weapon of war. Seong began to ethical issues with his current research.
  He was then approached by South Korean intelligence officers who offered to let him defect. Initially torn between ethics and his homeland, Seong would decide to accept their offer. With the help of these agents, Seong was able to let out the largest kaiju kept at his lab. The monster went on a rampage, destroying the lab. It was believed by the North Korean government that all of the scientists had died.
  However, Seong was whisked away, ultimately ending up in Japan. After many plastic surgery operations, Seong was now known as Namgung Haneul, a half-Japanese, half-Korean scientist. As part of cooperation between the South Korean and Japanese government, Haneul would be recruited by YATAGARASU as a civilian adviser.
• Position Within YATAGARASU: Civilian Kaiju Biology and Behavior Specialist

Godzilla: YATAGARASU

@VitaVitaAR
Okay, I'll get rid of the Gorgo stuff. A different take I could do on the character that I just came up with now is instead of my character being Canadian, he's from North Korea. He would still be an expert in kaiju biology and behaviors, but he was a part of the North Korean anti-kaiju division. He believes he's doing a good job in fighting the kaiju, only to learn that North Korea is trying to weaponize kaiju. My character would then be made to try and train smaller kaiju for military use. But with the help of the South Koreans, he would unleash a kaiju in the lab, causing it to be destroyed with no survivors. Except my character who is smuggled to Japan where he is given a new name and made a member of YATAGARASU.

Let me know if that idea can fit or if I should try something else entirely.

Star Wars - Invasion [multiverse spaceship RP]

@Sep
Sorry about taking several extra days to post. I was battling writer's block and then a very busy last few days in real life. I hope you don't mind that I wedged the Autobots and Starjammers into what was happening on Coruscant and Mandalore.

Star Wars - Invasion [multiverse spaceship RP]

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Location: Coruscant

Just after accepting to the being called Daniel Jackson’s request, the entirety of the Ark and all the Autobots aboard were ripped from the space they had once inhabited. The Ark returned to reality in orbit of a massive city planet.

Optimus Prime believed that this was Coruscant, the world Jackson had told him had been invaded by the Replicators. The fact that these hostile forces were cybernetic in nature brought a pause to Optimus’ thoughts. Thanks to the actions of the Decepticons of his home universe, Prime found that the Autobots were always facing anti-cybernetic prejudice, being lumped in with all of their atrocities. He wondered if that would continue here, what with all the damage the Replicators had already done to this universe.

The Autobot vessel was then hailed by the Admiral who seemed to be in charge of the defensive fleet orbiting Coruscant. The biological being, seemingly of the same species as Daniel Jackson, appeared on the view screen of the ship’s bridge. A an initial klick in which the Admiral spoke in his native language, Teletraan I’s language matrix converted it to modern Cybertronian.

The Admiral didn’t seem too astonished to see the large Cybertronians as Optimus Prime introduced himself and his crew. Determining that the Autobots were here to help, Admiral Killian invited Optimus to a meeting aboard the Exodus.

As the view screen shut off, Optimus turned to the bridge crew of the Ark. They all looked tired and worn down to the Autobot commander, after mega-cycles of fighting. And yet Optimus had led them into a new war, this one not even against something that was a threat to the Autobots currently. It could easily of been too much for the rag tag crew.

“I know this wasn’t the choice all of you wished I would make,” stated Optimus Prime, “But I had to adhere to the Autobot code. To help those in danger. I am operating under those principles in my role as the Ark’s commanding officer.”

“We’re behind you one hundred percent Prime,” said Bumblebee from the helmsman’s seat.

“Thank you,” said Optimus, “Now I’ll need a team to escort me aboard the Exodus. Jazz, Prowl, and Hound, we’ll take one of the shuttles.”

“Yes Prime,” the three officers said in unison.

Optimus Prime and his trio of officers then left the bridge of the Ark, taking the lift down to the hangar. Once there, Optimus was reminded of just how few supplies had made it off of Cybertron. Only a handful of shuttle craft were loaded into the Ark’s hangar bay, many of them damaged from either combat or wear and tear that they didn’t have the parts to fix.

The few Autobots who were milling about the hangar, not really doing much, all raised to attention at the sight of their commander. A small yellow Autobot took the lead, daring to approach the Autobot commander.

“Bumper at your service sir,” he said with a salute, “How may I help you?”

“We are in need of a shuttle for an important diplomatic mission,” stated Optimus Prime.

“Great, okay, well I guess you need a pilot?” asked Bumper.

“Do you have anyone in mind?” asked Jazz.

“That would be me. I’m one of the few pilots with actual experience left. The war destroyed everyone else.”

Optimus Prime nodded. He was painfully aware of how many of his comrades had not made it off Cybertron. The cost of the war was not only in resources but in the lives of most Cybertronians.

“Very well, Bumper you shall be our pilot,” said Optimus Prime.

The Autobot commander and officers then entered the yellow shuttle that was in the best condition. As Bumper flicked on the engine, it gave a little bit of a stutter before the energy flowed in the shuttle.

The Autobot shuttle lifted out of the hangar, passing through the shields of the Ark. Bumper did his best to avoid the other ships of the Republic fleet, as he flew straight to the Exodus. Optimus had Jazz submit the code provided by the Admiral so that they could land in the Exodus.

Bumper landed the shuttle in the hangar, causing it to make a popping noise before shutting down. Optimus exited the shuttle first, realizing that the Autobots seemed to be the last delegation to arrive.

“Bumper, remain with the shuttle,” ordered Optimus, “Everyone else, fall in behind.”

The Autobots were then led away by a Clone Trooper, taken into a conference room. The Republic forces attempted to ascertain who the Cybertronians were and why they had come to Coruscant. Optimus Prime decided to do all the talking, explaining the principles of the Autobots and how they couldn’t refuse a call for help.

After a little while, the Clone Troopers said that their story checked out. The Autobots would then be led into a bigger conference room, where they would be introduced as the crew of the Ark.

Optimus Prime noted that almost every being he had seen in this universe was of that same biological species. He also noted that this ship wasn’t designed for beings of the Autobots size, their heads just barely not scraping on the ceiling.

Optimus then approached the two groups of biologicals already gathered in the room. One group seemed to have garments of different colors to possibly denote rank while the others had more similar uniforms. Optimus wasn’t sure who exactly was in charge.

“I am Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots,” stated Optimus, the language files sent to him by Teletraan I doing the translation, “We are here to help defeat the Replicator menace.”

Behind Prime, his first officer Jazz attempted to take a seat only to find that the chairs were definitely not designed with large robots in mind. For all the assembled Autobots, it seemed that these people had never come across a species like Cybertronians. Again Optimus wondered if they would be lumped in with the cybernetic invaders on the planet below.

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Location: Mandalore

Christopher Summers had been in bed with Hepzibah when he had got the alert from Waldo that summoned had just appeared on the bridge of the Starjammer.

Grumbling as he and his first mate put back on their clothes, Christopher and Hepzibah took the lift up to the bridge. Once there they were greeted by a man calling himself Daniel Jackson. He explained the threat of the Replicators, before asking for the assistance of the Starjammer.

Christopher looked over his crew, and his son with his girlfriend who had been visiting the ship at the time.

“What do you say? One more adventure?” asked Christopher.

There was a resounding cheer all along the bridge.

“I think you have our answer,” said Christopher.

Daniel then disappeared, the Starjammer following soon after him. No longer in Kree Empire space, the Starjammer was in orbit of an unknown. A quick scan by Waldo brought up some facts. While the planet was decently populated, it was nowhere near a planet sized city. Christopher could easily say that this was not Coruscant, the place Daniel had said was under attack by the Replicators.

“Chris, trust did we Daniel Jackson?” asked Hepzibah, “Rip from Kree, space we are no longer. Doomed, are we?”

Christopher turned to the head of security aboard the ship, “Raza, give me a scan of the planet’s defense systems. I want to know what they’re firing before they get a chance to fire it.”

“Of course Captain,” Raza said as he tapped on his com-screen, “While full scans of the planet will take a little bit I can report that craft are coming up from the surface to engage us. Shall I raise shields?”

“No, open a channel instead,” ordered Christopher, “This is Captain Christopher Summers of the Starjammer. We’ve been brought here to help you. Apparently your universe has a problem with Replicators?”

While there initially was no response, comm chatter soon began to be exchanged by the various ships in orbit of the planet and those down below. After a few tense minutes, the newly arrived ships were allowed to come down to the surface to meet the Duchess, whoever that was.

“Raza, at the first sign of trouble, turn on the shields,” said Christopher, “I’ll be heading down to the planet to do some good old fashioned diplomacy.”

“Christ, who to take, will go planet with you?” asked Hepzibah.

“While I would love to bring you darling, I need someone I trust to run the Starjammer while I’m gone,” explained Christopher, “Plus I want some power behind me if things go bad, so I’m requesting Carol, Alex, and Lorna join me. If that is alright with you guys.”

“Sure it is Dad. Meeting new alien races is part of the dream kids have when thinking of traveling the stars,” explained Alexander.

“Plus this is a couples’ vacation for us,” added Lorna, “So we’re supposed to spend it together.”

“And if we do end up fighting, I’d be down for that. It has been too long since I punched someone in the face,” said Carol.

“Then it’s decided,” stated Christopher.

The four humans left the bridge and took the lift down to the hangar. Inside were a few Shi’ar shuttles of an older make. There had been more back when the Starjammer was first stolen, but the numbers had thinned out from shuttles being destroyed in battle, sold to make some credits, or given away to friendly organizations.

The Starjammer away crew then loaded into the insect like shuttle, Carol immediately taking the controls. Once strapped in, the shuttle rose off the hangar without making a sound. It was truly a testament to the greatness of Shi’ar construction.

Exiting through the Starjammer’s shields, and headed for the planet below, Mandalore the native defense forces had called it. The shuttle lowered down through the clouds to the assigned coordinates before appearing above a large city.

With many years of expertise under her belt as a pilot, Carol landed the Shi’ar shuttle on a landing pad that was primed for the arrival of the Starjammers.

Christopher stepped out of the shuttle first, immediately noting that he saw two snipers on a nearby building. Wherever you found one or two of that kind usually meant that there were more about.

The assembled guard didn’t react too much to Christopher, Alexander or Lorna exiting the shuttle, but a few of them were visibly concerned when Carol closed the shuttle, revealing her red skin and head that was constantly on fire.

“What, never seen a superhero before?” Carol asked.

Her English was then translated into whatever language these Mandalorians spoke through the use of advanced Shi’ar communicators. Christopher then decided to also make use of the communicator.

“I’m Captain Summers and I was promised a meeting with the Duchess,” said Christopher, “There’s a lot going on that I don’t know about and I would really like some answers.”

The lead Mandalorian guard turned to Christopher, “And you will see her. We’re just waiting on confirmation that the representatives of the other mystery ships are on planet and prepared for the meeting.”

Christopher knew that Daniel Jackson had said he would gather other ships to aid in the battle against the Replicators, but just how many had he brought to this universe? Was there a fleet out there, going after the machine menace? If so it would have been around Coruscant and not this Mandalore place. Was the Starjammer taken to the wrong part of this galaxy.

“Well you always try new things together, like saving another universe,” said Alexander to Lorna, “But I was hoping you meant trying things in the bedroom.”

“Alex!” said a shocked Lorna as she punched him in the arm.

Christopher smiled. It seemed his son had inherited his humor. That made him glad, as he had missed out on so much of his life. It had been so long since he last returned to Earth, only learning recently through Alexander and Lorna that his other son Scott had just become a father.

Christopher made a mental note to have a long vacation back on Earth once this whole Replicator mess was dealt with.

Godzilla: YATAGARASU

@VitaVitaAR
After being busy for a few days, I've come up with a character concept. He would be a member of Canadian military intelligence, a specialist in kaiju biology and behavior, while still being an actual soldier. His expertise in the field of kaiju would lead him to be poached from the Canadian military by YATAGARASU. Also in his history section I would like to mention two non-Godzilla kaiju. First is an original small kaiju known as Wendigos, essentially the kaiju the character got famous studying. Also I would like to mention Gorgo. It's a British kaiju film I saw as a kid that I left an impression on me. So while waiting to get the go ahead on those two kaiju, I'll begin work on a character sheet which should be up in a day or two.

Godzilla: YATAGARASU

While I'm excited for this, I just realized I don't have a character in mind. It would helpful for me if anyone who reads this would state some roles they would like to see played in this RP. That could help me narrow down what I'd like to do.

Titans Academy

And my character is accepted and put into the Characters Tab.

Titans Academy

Conrad Laguerre aka Legion

Name

Conrad Laguerre

Alias

Legion

Birth Date

January 11th 1925

Age

Biologically 19 due to time travel.

Mentor

Cyborg

Status

Full-time

Personality

Optimistic, Determined, and Divided.

Experience

Three months as a soldier. One more month as a superhero.

Powers

Conrad’s powers come from the mysterious talisman that bonded itself to his left hand. Through magic or some other unknown force, the talisman has the bodies of three creatures stored within. With a conscious thought, Conrad can activate the talisman and instantly transform into one of the creatures. In these forms, Conrad retains his mental faculties and personality, just gaining with the unique physical traits of each creature. The unique creatures are as follows.

• The Gargoyle: This is a seven foot tall lizard like creature with yellowish-brown scales. This form has two large wings that allow for flight as well as a barbed tail. The Gargoyle can lift up to ten tons and is resistant to blunt damage and some lesser bullet damage.
• The Hunter: This form is a long and slender green figure with pointed ears. This form has heightened senses, much greater than a human. The Hunter can also produce quills out of anywhere on its body. The Hunter can use said quills as either a defensive measure or as projectiles that can reach up to a maximum distance of fifty feet away.
• The Shape: This form is a purple colored humanoid with no visible features. The Shape’s form is constantly changing as it can extend all parts of its body, change their density, or shrink down. The Shape can also store kinetic energy by bouncing off things, until ready to release all the energy in one strike.

Abilities

While most of Conrad’s knowledge is outdated for 2022, there are still some relevant things he’s good at. A lot of his medical knowledge is still useful for patching up battle injuries. He’s also in really good shape from a lifetime of prioritizing activity. Due to his training in the army, Conrad is a competent marksman, able to use this skill when firing quills as the Hunter. As a superhero, Conrad has slowly been getting the hang of fist fighting. Learned French from his Haitian grandmother

Weaknesses

If not for the talisman, Conrad is a human. Anything that could injure or kill a human will do so to Conrad. While using the talisman to transform, there is a hard time limit of twenty minutes. If Conrad doesn’t revert to human before then, he will do so automatically and be unable to transform into anything for twenty minutes. If Conrad ever goes unconscious, either from sleeping or getting hit on the head, he will instantly revert to human. If Conrad dies in one form, all others will simultaneously die. Each of the three creature forms have their own weaknesses.

• The Gargoyle: This form is very slow, even when in flight. Given its size and shape, the Gargoyle is hard to hide.
• The Hunter: While fast, this form is very fragile with bones breaking almost being guaranteed on contact. While the Hunter can produce seemingly endless amounts of quills, the more created in a short time period causes each new one to get progressively more painful. This could lead to the Hunter passing out from the pain.
• The Shape: Given the sheer scope of the Shape’s power, this is the most difficult form to control. It’s hard for Conrad to command this form to stretch a particular part of the body, and if he loses focus he could simply change into a purple puddle on the floor. Also since this form doesn’t have a mouth, when Conrad speaks it seems to come from everywhere at once through some unknown power, which does creep out a lot of people.

Appearance

Conrad is of African descent, though his mixed complexion does reveal that he had an ancestor of Caucasian descent. His dark brown eyes are nice to look at. Recently, he has let his black colored hair grow out in a more modern style that he’s seen on other people. Conrad has also started to embrace modern outfits, though he’s still not crazy about color, preferring white, black, or gray sweaters and pants.

He has also retained his costume from when he was part of the super-powered soldier squad. This consists of a dark green jacket with yellow sleeves. Conrad’s lower half is covered with black pants and boots. Notably on him is a yellow domino mask and a yellow triangle encased around a smaller black triangle, which encases a green pyramid on his chest.

While in the Gargoyle form, Conrad is just over seven feet tall. His whole body is covered in yellowish-brown scales. The Gargoyle is slightly hunched over, a pair of large wings jutting out of its spine. The wingspan on it is just under ten feet. The Gargoyle has strong, thick hands and feet, perfectly suited for grabbing things or remaining standing. Behind the gargoyle is an almost five foot tail that has several spikes along the end of it.

The Hunter form is much different. Standing at a little bit under six feet, the Hunter is covered is a grassy green colored skin. Its large blue eyes are ever vigilant, as are his long and narrow pointed ears. His head is covered is a small smattering of walnut covered hair. The Hunter can also produce sharp quills that are snow white in color. The Hunter’s body is lean, with long legs meant for running and jumping.

Finally, the Shape is hard to describe. In it’s neutral state, the Shape is a purple colored humanoid, but is lacking any features. No eyes, nose, mouth, ears or any identifying marks. This neutral state can be twisted, extended, or changed completely. When no conscious thought is being put into the Shape, it becomes an inert puddle on the ground.

History

Brief Bio

Born in Chicago in the mid nineteen-twenties, Conrad would dream of becoming a medical doctor. This dream would be put on hold when World War II broke out. Seeing footage of the attack on Pearl Harbor, Conrad was inspired to join the army, which he did on his eighteenth birthday. He would be trained and shipped to Europe, participating in D-Day.

The horrors of war quickly eroded Conrad’s optimism. By a few months in, he went drastically against his morals by looting some items from a French castle. One of these items was a talisman that attached itself to Conrad’s hand. The next time his unit fought, the talisman would activate, turning Conrad into a monster. Upon learning about Conrad’s new power, he would be transferred to a squad of other soldiers with superpowers.

Conrad would be enticed into working with the squad by hearsay that it could lead to the soldiers joining the Justice Society. Once fully trained, Conrad would be sent to take out strange Nazi operations. This included a prototype time machine. While trying to capture it, a Nazi scientist would attempt to flee with it. Conrad would jump into the machine to stop him, just as it disappeared.

Only to reappear in a Checkmate facility in twenty twenty-two. The machine no longer worked, meaning that the two men were trapped in the future. Checkmate would interrogate both men, until Conrad proved that he was who he said he was. With little options for a man out of time, Conrad would be recommended several superhero teams that could possibly help him.

Longer Bio meant mostly for myself

Born into the ethnic part of Chicago, Conrad was the son of a mixed Haitian-Jamaican family. Raised to respect the law, Conrad did his best to stay out of trouble. The child would become a young man against a backdrop of crime and racial tension in his city. Conrad attempted to avoid these issues however, with dreams of becoming a medical doctor.

But almost everyone’s dreams were put on hold as the war broke out in Europe. While Conrad’s parents told him not to worry as it was far away, he could not be not concerned. After all he had extended family in England and France. Conrad would continue to do his best in his studies, still aiming for that doctorate. But then Pearl Harbor was attacked.

The almost sixteen year old Conrad decided at that moment that he was going to fight to defend America. So while he appeared to focus on his studies, he was actually counting down to his eighteenth birthday. And just as Conrad was in his final year of high school, he enlisted in the army on his birthday.

Conrad would quickly go through basic training before being shipped off to England. Conrad would be a part of the America forces participating in Operation: OVERLORD, better known as D-Day. While Conrad would survive the hellish battle, he would lose almost everyone he knew in his unit.

From there he would slowly make his way through rural France, continuing to lose fellow soldiers. This slog would begin to diminish Conrad’s enthusiasm and optimism about the war. This came to a head when his unit took shelter one night in an abandoned castle. While exploring the historic building, Conrad would come across a box filled with valuables, including an odd looking talisman.

Going against his morals, Conrad would loot the items. But while sleeping in the castle that night, the talisman would begin to move on its own, before clamping down on Conrad’s left hand. This instantly woke Conrad, who tried everything to get it off, but to no avail.

Conrad would hide the talisman with bandages, telling his superiors that he had cut himself on something in the castle. Conrad’s unit continued to head east toward Germany, only to be ambushed by Nazi forces. During the firefight, Conrad’s talisman activated and he transformed in a winged monster. In this monster form, Conrad defeated the German soldiers.

Upon reverting to his human form, Conrad was put under watch by his officer. News of Conrad’s transformation would reach army command, who had him brought to the newly liberated city of Paris.

Conrad would then be placed under review, the army wondering what to do with him. However an army scientist studying superpowers would come to learn of Conrad. Seeing potential in him, the scientist would transfer Conrad to a squad of other soldiers with superpowers.

Conrad would do some training on using his powers, discovering two more forms he could become. There were even rumors in the squad that if they survived the war, they would get a spot on the Justice Society, America’s greatest hero team. Once sufficiently trained, Conrad and his squad would be sent to Germany to fight the Nazi secret science division.

After his first successful mission of liberating a Nazi indoctrination camp for super-powered children, Conrad requested a costume to make him seem like more of a superhero. On a high from his first successful mission, the second one Conrad went on would be his last.

Conrad would be dispatched to northern Germany where they said the Nazis were working on a time machine. The super-powered squad would be sent in to capture the device. But in the chaos of the ensuing battle, a Nazi scientist boarded the incomplete machine in an attempt to change the past. Not wanting the machine to escape, Conrad jumped into the machine as well. A fight ensued resulting in the machine accidentally disappearing.

The machine would fall through time for a while, until the scientist could regain control. The machine became physical once more, the machine’s screen stating that it was the year twenty twenty-two. Conrad managed to force the scientist out of the time machine, only to be greeted by a squad of armed guards.

Conrad was then detained while these people verified his story. Eventually they would reveal themselves as Checkmate, a global peacekeeping organization. They had taken control of many former Nazi sites to prevent their misuse. They also revealed that the machine he had arrived in no longer worked. Conrad was trapped in the future.

Feeling bad for him, a Checkmate agent would give Conrad a list of possible superhero teams he could contact for help.

Notes

Conrad went to Midway City because he heard that there was a museum of the Justice Society based there. Hoping to find out more about World War II and what happened to his allies, Conrad would be disappointed to find no mention of his squad ever existing. And the heroes of the Justice Society who he looked up to were now dead or retired. Conrad left the museum, thinking about possibly heading back to his hometown of Chicago. But something serendipitous happened, when outside the museum Conrad spotted the police chasing a fleeing vehicle. Deciding that he could still be a hero, Conrad transformed into the Gargoyle form and grabbed the criminal’s. At the same time Cyborg and several of his students were also chasing the fleeing vehicle. Once stopping the thieves, Cyborg and Conrad would talk, Conrad explaining his current situation. Cyborg would then decide to help him, offering Conrad a spot at the Titans Academy.

Miscellaneous

Face Claim is Jacob Latimore. Dialogue color code is #2F8C24. The codename Legion comes from both their being multiple beings stored within, but also that Conrad was part of the American army, a modern day version of a Legion. Future plans for Conrad include revealing that the talisman is in fact an alien device storing the DNA of extinct alien species. Also maybe gain the ability to load the DNA of more aliens into the talisman. Conrad’s favorite superhero is Amazing Man of the Justice Society, so much so that he copied his color scheme for his costume.

SAMPLE POST

Conrad attempted to calm himself as he sat in the metal chair. While his hands weren’t bound, he definitely felt like a prisoner. Besides the chair he sat on, the only things were a table and duplicate chair. Beyond that was a mirror, probably a two-way mirror thought Conrad. They could see him, study him, but he was left in this room without any answers.

Conrad looked down at was he was wearing. The costume he used in the guise of Legion had seen better days. There were tears and holes in it from that battle against the Nazi garrison at the laboratory. For Conrad it was two days ago, but the Nazi scientist had claimed that they had been taken to the year 2022. Conrad realized that would mean that he was nearly a hundred years old.

That thought was pushed away when the door to the observing room opened. In stepped a man dressed in black and blue armor. Conrad noted the decal of a black knight piece from Chess on him. Most of the people he had seen since arriving in this facility in the Nazi time machine had been wearing that icon.

This man was completely bald, without facial hair or even eyebrows. He placed what looked like a metal book on the table, before sitting down across from Conrad.

“Mr. Laguerre,” he began, “You’ve been gone a long time.”

Conrad was thrown off by the use of his actual last name and not his codename. He had been guaranteed by the government that he would only appear in files under the name Legion, his private life far removed from tales of incredible powers.

“If that man was to believed, it was seventy-seven years. Did we at least win the war?” Conrad asked.

“Yes, the Axis surrendered less than a year after you disappeared,” the man explained.

“So what, did my squad join the Justice Society and continue the good fight?”

“No your squad was disbanded after the war, most members going into government positions. As for you, it might be difficult to understand, but there’s no record of the army operative member named Legion after going missing on a mission in October 1944. You didn’t go into hiding, we would of found a trace of you. You simply ceased to exist.”

“What do you mean that I ceased to exist? I’m sitting right in front of you.”

“As best we could tell, you went from 1944 straight to 2022. You never go back.”

Conrad took a minute to let it sink in. He never goes back to 1945, never sees his family and friends again. By now most of them were probably dead. Conrad had barely learned to be a man back in his day, and now had to figure out this strange future.

“Look, we’ve confirmed that you really are Conrad Laguerre and that your not a threat,” stated the man, “You will be allowed to leave.”

“And go where?” Conrad asked, “I have nothing here.”

The man then slid the metal book over to Conrad. On it was a list of contact information for several groups. Conrad’s eyes were drawn to the Justice League, perhaps some sort of successor to the Justice Society.

“This is public info on some superhero groups currently operating. They might be able to help you,” stated the man.

“I guess the Justice Society isn’t around?” Conrad wondered out loud.

“That is a possibility. They formally disbanded in the 1950s, but they seem to come back together every few years. I found that they just opened a museum for the Justice Society. Maybe you’ll find some answers there.”

Conrad thought back to the superheroes of the war. Were his favorites like Amazing Man even still around? There wasn’t a good chance in his mind that they were after all these decades.

“We can fly you stateside and give you a bus ticket to Midway City where the museum is, if that is what you want?” offered the man.

Conrad immediately nodded. Hopefully if he went there, someone would know him. Someone would tell him he wasn’t forgotten after all these years. It was a long shot, but it was one of the few things that Conrad could latch onto.