Where the hell did this wannabe hero get off talking like that? He even tried playing into their exaggerated theatrics, and all he got was being called a dumbass? His attempts at being patient were breaking steadily. Surely HERO wouldn't mind if SSV was...Lightly disabled? It was evident on his face that his irritation at the situation was growing, with a scowl beginning to curl onto it. Luckily, it was dark enough to be relatively unnoticeable.
"Y'know, I wouldn't bring it up unless it was more of a 'you' concern than a 'me' concern. If things go up in flames, I'll manage, but you? I wonder..." He shouted out to the smart-ass vigilante, the malice clearly coming through in his voice. It was slowly becoming less of an act and more real ill intent towards this shadow-stalking sycophant.
That line of thought was thankfully cut into by Sparkles right next to him, chiming in on his choice to vocalize with their target. Before he speaks up, Leon consciously reminds himself to lighten his tone again; it wouldn't do him any good being this way around the only vaguely competent individual around him. Where were the others?! "Sorry to say it, but direct conflict isn't really my forte. But, trust me, I'm doing plenty just being here." His scowl had shifted into a smirk, and he gave a quick wink to his glittery companion mainly because looking at her for too long literally burned his eyes. And, luckily for her, he completely misses her own attempt at returning the wink.
However, in that glorious moment as Beth is going to light up the warehouse, strike down the vigilante, and let them go on with their damn lives....
White.
Leon's field of vision is suddenly covered in stark white. A partially muffled "Fuck!" is audible as he stumbles in blindness, luckily catching himself on one of the nearby lab tables and, in an odd coincidence of movements, slides on his mysterious assailant....Which is to say, a white lab coat. Classic comic-book level stuff. As his eyes adjusted back to the relative darkness of their surroundings, he looked down on himself with a deep sigh. He could definitely rock anything, but this was pushing it...
However, what he found caught his attention more was how this happened. He hadn't seen anyone throw it at him, and as he gave a cursory glance around, it was clear they had lost track of Shadow Scythe Vengeance. That, and his 'competent individual' floundering around in a similar coat. "Sheesh, just...Just hold still for a moment!" Grabbing ahold of her as best he could, Leon worked Beth out of her own white prison, tossing her coat to the side. "Alright, get yourself together Sparkles, we lost that smartass again...Looks like we might have more than one problem crawling about here." Even if his irritated expression wasn't clear in the shadows around them, it was evident in his tone of voice. However, before he continued, he shifted a bit and felt a weight in one of the pockets.
Curious, he put a small bit of distance between himself and his disco-ball of a partner, digging into it...And finding a wallet, which when leafed briefly through produced a few hundred dollar bills. 'Huh. Silver linings, I suppose. If I remember, Vance brought up a new fancy restaurant uptown...' He thought to himself, a bit of his composure returning as he pocketed the hard cash and tossed the wallet to the wayside. Perhaps things weren't all terrible. And to be honest, while it was a bit garish, the coat could serve as a bit of protection in a pinch. It's all about the bright side, y'know?
Before Leon could launch into a new plan with Beth, a familiar but notably absent face emerged, and asked a simple question.
"Are you two alright?"
He couldn't help it. His face twitched in annoyance. What about any of this was alright?! The stupid vigilante kept slipping away, there was obviously some kind of conspirator that could even catch him unaware, and now said stupid vigilante was nowhere to be seen! Before he fully snapped on her though, he took a deep breath, clenching a fist in one of the coat's pockets. See, it was already paying off!
"Physically? Yes! We're all too fine! But the overall situation? It could..." He takes in a sharp inhalation of breath before eventually continuing. ....Be better. And where have you been, exactly? Sparkles and I have actually been trying to handle this, and we haven't seen a glimpse of you until now..." He stood in front of Render, menacing over here with a glint of anger in his eyes. There was heavy tension in the air....Until, as casually as possible, he brought up his XL cup of cherry Coke, took a long sip, and with a sigh of contentment, backed off as if nothing had happened.
"Doesn't really matter, I s'pose. You're here now, so you can help. I know Sparkles here is packing firepower, but..." With a raised eyebrow, Leon looks appraisingly at Nilin. "What is it you do, exactly? I'm hoping for tracking, because as is, that smartass glorified crook is outta sight and outta mind." As if to sell his point, he gave a cursory scan of the area with his light. He didn't catch much, although he swore he saw one of the vigilante's legs kick into the air, as if struggling with something on the floor, but that didn't make any sense to Leon; he must be seeing things. So, with a shrug and another quick drink, he awaited the good news from their new ally who decided to show up and fuckin' do something. With any luck, at least...
Oooh, this looks interesting! As a sucker for Psychonauts, this kind of premise pushes all my buttons. With any luck, I could see about an OC within the next few days. I'll be looking forward to this! :D
"I'm like a walking nuclear bomb. And you wanna punch me?....Be my guest."
[ NAME ]
Sebastian Monroe Adam
[ VILLAIN IDENTITY ]
Fallout
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Adam, Skull (usually by prison enforcers)
[ AGE ]
Well over 100 years old, but he sorta lost count. Probably about 130....?
[ GENDER ]
Male (though whether he possesses his...Equipment, is up for debate)
[ AFFILIATION ]
Part-time prisoner of The Depths, Full-Time pissed off man
[ APPEARANCE ]
Needless to say, his appearance is...Jarring. If you were to see underneath his Depths-patented 'protective suit', all you'd find is a skeleton, engulfed in the greenish aura present in the only visible section of his body, his skull. This is a side effect of his Power, to put it nicely. Otherwise, it should be noted that even without his suit (which adds about an extra 2 ft. on him), he stands at an impressive 6'2 ft.
Beyond his rather lacking physical appearance is, of course, the hulking suit designed by the geniuses behind The Depths. Clad in hazmat materials hybridized with heavy plating of titanium, this suit was made to subdue Sebastian's Power to the best of their ability...Yet, sadly, even this impressive make isn't foolproof. Trace elements of his Power still leak through, and if he exerts enough effort, he can still conduct his Power even through the suit. Ultimately, it's just the best handicap they can give the villain dubbed as Fallout...
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
APATHETIC:Sebastian's life has steadily gone down the drain, and while he's quite determined to keep living, it lost much of any real meaning to him long, long ago. He practically lives out of spite, knowing the next time he breaks out will be a shot at feeling the rush of life, if only for a short while. So, while he seemingly lacks the drive to be a potent villain, it's actually that lack of drive that makes him one, feeling unable to do much of anything else.
RELENTLESS:When Fallout has to fight, there'll be no holds barred; he doesn't care about civilians in the area, collateral damage that could ensue, and least of all about the lives of those stupid enough to try and fight with him. He might get a kick out of a tussle on rare occasion, but beyond that, combat to him only means two things; being free, or making a point.
ANTIPATHIC:Fallout has a strong hate, deep in his core, and it'll never go away. The world screwed him over from minute one, so he could care less about returning the favor. Is it petty of him? Yeah, certainly. But his other options are to die or stay locked up for eternity. He'll take pointless violence and freedom over those two any day. But, if his real freedom finally did come, he probably wouldn't honestly know what to do with it. So the point is, he doesn't take lives or destroy because he finds it particularly fun (though on occasion he does), but because for him, there's not much better he could do.
[ BIO ]
Sebastian Monroe's been living out a tragedy his whole life, and it started when he was born. Son of Scott and Diana Monroe, Bastion entered the world on January 10th, the day when the Treaty of Versailles took effect, bringing an end to The War to end all Wars...Or as it's better known now, World War I. It should've been a joyous day for his family, but it was not so.
The miracle of childbirth was not as glamorous as it ought to have been. Uniquely even among his fellow Powered individuals, Sebastian manifested his abilities on the day of his birth. As such, his ability; that being Nucleokinesis, the generation and manipulation of nuclear energy, began to act. Moments within him entering the world, the heat within the room swelled tremendously, followed near immediately by an explosion of energy from the mewling babe. Within a blink of an eye, the hospital in D.C. was wiped from the map, a smoking radioactive crater, with naught left but the skeletal remains of an infant.
Except....They weren't quite remains. Because they kept crying.
The government got to work quick. After all, news of an entire hospital being leveled on a random afternoon like any other spread like wildfire, though it was covered up quickly. With the help of some heat-resistant Superheroes, they were able to identify the cause of the incident as the baby boy who still sat crying in the craterized remains. There was no flesh left to be seen, only bone, and an offsetting green glow about them.
From that point on, the child became the equivalent of government property. It wasn't like anyone else could take care of the strange and volatile youngster, and truth be told, the government took plenty of interest in the exact nature of the boy's Power. It was unlike anything the world had ever seen; an unholy amount of destructive force that, if harnessed, could turn into something incredible. However, with the technology available to them in the early 1900s, merely containing the youth was more than they bargained for, much less studying his abilities.
Time passed. His living conditions had been....Acceptable. They were all he had known his whole life, so being a young man of about 25, he didn't have much to argue about. Most of his time was spent in frigid water, a shallow attempt to keep his temperature and energy from rising to dangerous degrees, or on occasion they'd take him out to Nevada as a 'testing grounds'. Needless to say, when World War II rolled in, and the Allies got desperate for a game changer, they looked to Sebastian...
At first, they simply tried to intensely study his Power and how to replicate its functions, but testing proved slow and unfruitful for some time. Then a new method came to mind; instead of simply recreating the sort of energy he produces, why not simply take the energy from him? Seemed great on paper, and the young Bastion was all for it...Until the first test of this nature was conducted. As it turned out, due to whatever he did to himself on his day of birth, he didn't just control this nuclear energy; he was the nuclear energy. Siphoning off him brought discomfort, and eventually even pain, to the point where he lashed out. For the time being, the tests for stripping him of his energy were postponed.
Hitting only dead ends, a desperate decision was made. On August 6th, 1945, the ultimate test of Sebastian's Metahuman abilities were put to the test. Unwittingly placed inside a bomb, he was flown across the seas to the land of the rising sun; Japan. There...He became one of the worst human-made catastrophes to ever occur.
Dropped to ground level, upon contact, having been left alone for months charging energy to near-bursting, he unleashed a hellish blast following his collision into the ground. While it caused him incredible pain and left him unconscious and in agony, what it did to everything around him was far worse. The implosion alone leveled over five miles of Hiroshima, killing 80,000 of its inhabitants in an instant. In the following aftermath, thousands more perished from the radiation left in his wake.
Once he regained consciousness, all new feelings that Sebastian was unacquainted with came to him in waves; fear, confusion, and most importantly...Rage. His countrymen, and the people he has lived under his whole life, used him as a means to an end. For days, the glowing skeleton that became an omen of death to the Japanese citizenry wandered the wasteland of his own creation, sickened by what had been done. Eventually, before Japanese heroes could end up finding him, American forces came to pick him up, and he obliged...For the time.
Having seen what they thought of him as, something to be studied and used to their means, Sebastian had plans of his own now. He played nice for the first few weeks back, regaining his strength and awaiting news of the warfront. However, the very day the surrender of Japan was given, August 15th, he made his move. Having never been anticipating an act of aggression from him, he broke his shallow containment with ease, slaughtering government agents and researchers alike without regret. If they could inflict something like this on a whole country without a second thought, then why should he spare them one?
Following this, the first incident involving the individual who now went by 'Fallout' occurred. As Sebastian broke containment and made his way into the closest city, it didn't go unnoticed. While the government was scrambling their best task force to recontain the walking bomb, Superheroes also got involved. He wasn't a fighter, and had never even thrown a punch before this, but as it turned out, Heroes were made of less stiff stuff than he had imagined.
With his nuclear-infused strength, even the mightiest of the caped crusaders who confronted Sebastian could even match him in raw strength, much less contend with it. Not to mention even getting close to the man spelt nigh-instant death.....A fact many Heroes that day learned all too well. It's likely this would have continued to escalate, with perhaps even Fallout managing to escape and travel across America in a reign of rampage, if not for a heroine by the name of Blizzard, whose powerful Cryokinetic abilities were enough to chill his core temperature down, to the point he went comatose; if only for long enough to be contained.
From that day on, Sebastian Monroe went from the government's lab rat to their greatest threat, holding a hatred that burned hotter than even he did. However, they had now gained the knowledge they needed to replicate his ability of nuclear power, and thus, he was not needed. Killing him, however, seemed quite out of the question. As such, he instead received a special place in a truly wicked Supermax prison in a place called Coldwater. There, his cell was designed, and its design has barely deviated over the years. With him as their newest guest of honor, Coldwater was able to implement the world's first ever nuclear generator....With him as the charger. With the generator bound to him, the constant drain of power was enough to keep him at bay, and if he ever made any moves, the cell was prepared with coolant sprays that, given his weakened condition, were potent enough to drop him into a brief comatose state. Beyond a daily meal, this was his life; stuck as a battery, with nothing to do, and no one to talk to. His mental stability gradually degraded from day after day of this insufferable treatment. Luckily for him, things took a turn eventually.
Around 1993, something changed. Maybe it was just that after years of successful containment things got a bit lax, but whatever the case, an opportunity presented itself; for reasons he didn't know, and truthfully, didn't care about, the coolant system was dysfunctional for a day. Their mistake. When the guard came to give him his daily meal, what he got was a face-full of nuclear energy, turning him into an ashen statue of himself almost instantaneously. After that, well, let's just say Coldwater wasn't prepared for a pissed off nuclear warhead to barrel through all the prison walls and out into glorious sunlight.
....This was new. He knew he'd been transported to a high-security prison, but Fallout wasn't prepared for how different the world could look after 40 years shut off from it. However, he didn't get to take that moment in for long; the Supes were coming. And he was rather stunned to find out that, after years of being stuck in maximum containment....They hadn't improved all too much. Just like all the way back in '45, heroes were dropping like flies, unprepared for a foe of this magnitude, only compounded by the fact that his breakout also lead to the freedom of several other high-profile villains. But, as it turns out, they were a touch more prepared than last time...
In case of the return of the mysterious (at least to the Hero associations) supervillain Fallout, they began a program that ensured that if the time came, an individual with extraordinarily potent Cryokinetic capacity would be on the scene. While Fallout managed to wreak horrific havoc, he was yet again stopped by the newest Cryokinetic hero on the block. After that, he was returned to Coldwater, and unbeknownst to him, plans to design a far more imposing Super-Prison were in the works.
From that moment on, efforts to contain Fallout were as strict as possible. Not a day went by without a chamber inspection, ensuring proper working of the coolants and no abnormalities of the generator. This lasted until 2035, nearly 50 years after his initial breakout. Yet again, they were in for a wake-up-call...
Realizing that his lucky fluke from so long ago was not going to occur again, Fallout hatched a new plan. When the time was right, after having spent years acting as orderly as possible in order to conserve energy by not having the coolant used on him, he struck; with a surge of energy, he overheated the nuclear generator, causing a security breach the likes of which Coldwater had never seen....Nor would ever see again. However, in the resulting explosion of the generator, Sebastian was left unconscious for days at end while order was slowly, painfully wrangled back from the hands of hundreds of freed inmates. By the time he awoke again, he was in a cell. But...It was different somehow, even if he wasn't sure how.
Unbeknownst to him, he was placed into the newly made Supermax prison for villains and their ilk; The Depths. Where he's been kept to this day. So far, at least...
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Of course, with no way of Sebastian to know his parents, and nothing left of the hospital, that name is as good as dead, which is why he was given the name Adam by the government caretakers.
[ RANKING ]
S
[ POWERS ]
Fallout possesses the incredible and dangerous power of Nucleokinesis; the manipulation and generation of nuclear energy, one of the most powerful sources of energy known to man. Combine this with the fact that his body is mostly made of nuclear energy as well, and you've got a recipe for one of the most dangerous Supers in history.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■■■■■■■■□
His 'body' might only effectively be a skeleton, but it is powered by nuclear energy. Combined with the heavy duty containment suit given to him, and his physical feats are off the charts. You can tell a situation's bad when the dude's Power isn't even really about Super Strength and he could still smash concrete as easily as someone snaps a pencil. 9/10.
[ AGILITY ] ■■■■■□□□□□
If it weren't for his containment suit, his mobility would actually be rather shocking, able to move freely without the weight of the suit bringing him down, and freely utilizing blasts of energy to propel himself. As is, though, it's still quite shocking. For a figure standing close to 10 ft. inside a titanium suit, he can move fast, consistently clocking running speeds of nearly 80 MPH, and if enough energy is spare, he can still force a blast out mid-movement for an insane increase in acceleration, though this tactic is difficult to use with the suit. 5/10.
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■□□□□□□□□
The guy was stuck with his own devices for most of his life, and only got a proper education around his teens. Needless to say, he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. Granted, he isn't quite a complete dunce. Just....Mostly. 2/10.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■■■■■■■■
If there were ever a Power made for wholesale destruction, it's this. Not only can his blasts of nuclear energy vaporize just about anything it comes in contact with, it'll leave a helluva lotta radioactive energy behind, making whatever he hit unsafe to be around for...Say...A big ol' handful of years? Point is, he's just bad news to have anywhere. 10/10.
[ LETHALITY ] ■■■■■■■■■■
Imagine getting blasted point-blank by a palm's worth of nuclear energy. Yeah, not many can claim to be able to walk away from something like that. And truth be told, even if you do, the radiation poisoning could get you down the line. Hell, normal people get turnt into ash just by getting touched by the guy. Can't get much more lethal than that.... 10/10. [ ENDURANCE ] ■■■■■■■□□□
Trust me, that suit doesn't make your life easy when it comes to laying the hurt on this SOB. It was made to resist him, so you can imagine how tough it is. Not to mention that he himself is incredibly resilient to most forms of harm, namely physical trauma and most energy-based assaults, like flame or electricity. His one glaring weakness, that being his body's inherent inability to fight off heavy cold, is what keeps this only at this rank. 7/10.
[ EFFICACY ] ■■■■■■□□□□
Under normal circumstances, his Power is highly efficient; it generates nuclear energy, which is then expended and quickly replenished, all with little to no outward energy sources necessary. However, when combat drags on, his stores of energy could begin to slowly be eroded away, in which case he could fall into a heavily weakened and lethargic state. In fact, if anything, his Power is too efficient. If left to his own devices and not expending his withheld energy, he could eventually be prone to a meltdown, and inevitably from that point, an implosion of catastrophic proportions.
[ SKILLS ]
Fallout doesn't possess much in the way of talents or hobbies, but on the rare occasion he got to break out and was left alone, he found out that good, cold, hard liquor felt damn good going down his nuclear core. So yeah, he likes to drink a bit.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
His only noteworthy piece of equipment is his most obvious one; his containment suit. While it is technically a penalty of sorts, holding him back, it helps to make him much more defensive, and punches backed by it hurt like a bitch due to how durable it is.
Oh Gods alive! Leon had to avert his eyes as Sparkles here lit up like a Christmas tree. He supposed in the end it was helpful, given the pitch darkness and encroaching smoke, but seriously. Next time he ended up alongside this girl, he'd certainly need to nab a pair of sunglasses. Before she made her move however, much to Leon's shock, the vigilante did the unthinkable.
With a light shining bright upon them, they took this chance...To do a fuckin' monologue. In fact, it reminded Leon of the kind of thing someone would practice in front of a mirror, but saying it out loud....Cheesy couldn't begin to describe it. His face physically cringed in pain, distracting him from what he should've been doing; telling his disco ball of a fellow hero to fire already.
Before he got the chance to grip about it, though, it happened; a rain of sparks and fire hit the ceiling near the shadowy individual, just as a cloud of smoke enveloped them. Looks like they slipped out of that attempt. "Alright sparkles, not a bad first attempt. Now let's see whe- Watch it!"
Intermittent between him flicking his flashlight about and checking for signs of the vigilante in the slowly fading flashes of fireworks near the rafters, his eye caught onto a strange projectile in mid-air. Thinking quickly, but certainly not smartly, Leon darted forward, barely managing to catch the pellet before it impacted Beth. After he caught it, instinctively he flinched away from his hand, expecting it to blow up. 'What kind of idiot just catches something like this with his bare hands?!' He thought to himself, mentally preparing for the worst....And quickly figuring out that nothing was happening. Cautiously, he opened his hand, to discover the small bomb undetonated. Seemed like a dud. Sheesh, sometimes he needs to remember just who he is...
Brushing off the incident with a casual laugh, he took his side by Beth again, confidence returning to his posture and features. "Alright, like I was saying....Let's go for round two, eh?" Casually pocketing the would-be Gas Bomb, a quick flicker of his phone's light in the dark found the figure of Shadow Scythe Vengeance once more. "If you can, try and make a cluster of explosives so she doesn't have anywhere to run....But, uh, don't go too far, alright?" That errant thought crossed him by once he saw a few faint sparks leaving the air above and touching down nearby, with brief hints of fires trying to start. If they weren't careful, they'd probably blow themselves sky-high. Or more accurately, everyone but him. Heh. Being lucky definitely has its perks...
In fact, before his only seemingly active teammate in this mess of a combat continued, Leon decided that perhaps a dialogue could be had. Or at the very least, he might end up distracting the target for a moment...Taking a deep breath, and clearing his throat, Leon shouted to the rafters; "Shadow Scythe Vengeance!" He couldn't make a straight face saying that mess of a title...But he caught himself quickly. "Personally, I'd recommend you just give up the ghost and surrender quietly. The alternative, well....You've seen my associate's power here, and given the kind of place we're in, this could turn out rather poorly, don'tcha think?"
Truth be told, Leon was pretty irritated. He shows up bearing a gift, and all they can muster is a 'Thank you'? He could also tell they couldn't recognize him. Sheesh. Well, it was fine; though he was upset, there was no way he could muster ill intent towards this girl. At least not for something that petty. Between the gentle meekness behind her voice and how adorably nerdy she came off as, she was being firmly written down in his mind. He'd definitely have to catch her name after this madness is said and done....And possibly a number.
Then the new girl rolled in.
She, uh....Certainly had a style about her. Leon practically had to avert his gaze for the first few seconds, it was so violently....What was a nice way to put it....Outgoing? Sure, he could appreciate some effort in dressing for the occasion, but the glitter....He felt like he needed a vacuum. Still, now wasn't the time to question fashion choices though perhaps later.
Much to Leon's chagrin, however, as he was about to respond to the heroine's suggestion for them to get battle-ready, their attention was stolen away. Damn... That left him with sparkles here. Oh well, what was it dad always said? Work with what you got...? He turned his attention over to her, giving a small albeit somewhat forced chuckle to her proclamation of them being 'party people'. In his case it wasn't far off, but Leon could imagine just how inaccurate it was towards her fellow heroine. Regardless....
"Well then, I believe it's showtime. Hope you're ready, sparkles." He says with a sly smile, cheeky charm spilling out from him. As if on cue to his words, darkness struck the warehouse. Unbelievably, even in the inky black that descended upon them, he could still see the damn glitter....Taking his eyes off that, he hastily pulled out his phone, turning on its flashlight function; like that, a beam of stark light cut through the shadows....And, lo and behold, landed right on the perched vigilante above. He couldn't hide the smirk that hit his face as he snapped for his gleaming companion's attention.
"Target's there. Don't suppose you've got some ranged firepower?" There was always the chance he was wrong, but....Something told him his hunch was on the money here. With her stealthy approach effectively stunted, as long as this girl was packing something with a bit of kick on it, this was as good as cinched. That paycheck'll make for a nice buffet visit afterwards....
What a buzzkill. That was the first thing that came to Leon's mind when this was the mission handed to him. His first proper mission, no less! They were there to just snare some wannabe heroine, and get her to either quit the vigilante act, or move to HERO. Seriously, he couldn't have been handed a more cut and dry mission! He didn't go through that hellscape of an interview for this...
But, alas, it wasn't up to him. As he casually drove in his high-end, open-hood car, letting the breeze of the city take him as he stared off into the starless night. With any luck, this night would somehow become interesting....And fortunately for him, luck was always right by his side. Before any good job though, one needs the proper supplies.
A quick stop by a 7-11 produced a freshly-made hot dog, and an odd turn of good luck; a 2-for-1 deal on soft drinks. Strange...He wasn't so thirsty as to want to double-up on his Coca Cola, and he didn't have anyone with him at the moment. As a wild guess, he decided his power was trying to set him up with someone he'd meet soon. Getting off on the right foot, and all that. And his instincts were telling him...
"Two cokes, one cherry."
Whoever they were, they had good taste.
Moving on, Leon coasted his way through the streets, eating and drinking while driving with only his knee. Most would call it reckless beyond all belief, but for him, this was just another Tuesday...Besides the whole, y'know, catching a vigilante and all that. But still, in due time he made it close to the target and parked nearby. He was lucky, but there was no point being overly conspicuous, right? And so, leaving his million dollar car behind with the keys still there, absolutely confident no one would steal it, he strode forth.
He had been told that more casual wear was ideal for this mission; anything too flashy or heroic could cause any number of issues, and while Leon had absolute confidence in his ability, he'd humor them. This time. He simply wore a black top, some brownish slacks, and stark white sneakers, all in peak condition though. The only stand-out part of his attire well, besides his immaculate self was his dice earring. It's...Personal to him. Beyond this however, all he walked into the hidden entrance with was a sparkle in his beautiful purple eyes and a confident grin.
The smell immediately hit him. Ugh! He couldn't hold back from pinching his nose...For but a moment. Fortunately, he seemed to adapt to the drug-addled air quickly. Resuming his confident posturing, Leon began his descent in force. Still...They were rather thorough about this operation, weren't they? He wouldn't be surprised if actual criminals had caught a whiff of this place, both literally and metaphorically.
As he made his way into the lab proper, he didn't bother with a mask; for inexplicable reasons, he felt just fine. The reek of it all was still there, certainly, but he found it far more bearable than the stuffiness of a mask. And so, he casually walked into the heart of the operation, offering winks and nods of acknowledgement to some of the glorified hirelings. However, he felt himself drawn to two individuals. Seemed like that was the hotspot.
"Salutations! Hopefully I'm not too fashionably late!" A soothing, echoed laugh came from Leon as he approached the duo, almost immediately guessing who the surprise drink was for. "Oh, and I made a little pit-stop on the way. So I ended up picking up a little something...Would you care for it, miss?" He offers the still crisply cold beverage towards Render, a charming smile on his face. Yes, tonight was going to be interesting, it seems...
It was only after he extended the offer to her that he realized the vibe of the area; seems like they were combat-ready. While he never stopped his offer towards the fine young lady, his face turned away to that of an air vent he could see far above. However, it didn't take him long to turn back towards the duo he was confronting, as lax as ever. "Is the dame of the night already making her move? And I've just gotten here..." He feigned sorrow for but a moment, before taking a casual sip of his own beverage. Time to see how everything played out...
"I was given a gift, and I'll use it for good!....But if I get an epic adventure or two out of it, that's awesome too!"
[ NAME ]
Owen Gallard
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Modern Warlock! (...He wanted to be called 'Modern Wizard', but apparently it was already taken)
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Big O (his nickname at the Academy)
[ AGE ]
22 (give or take a year that he may have spent in a self-made timeloop)
[ GENDER ]
Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
Full-Time Hero, and proud of it! also hosts D&D on weekends if the week hasn't been super hectic
[ APPEARANCE ]
While on occasion you'll meet Owen as he is in the image; which is to say, fairly slender and well-built for his age, it's more often than not that you find him a bit on the stockier side, a trait relating to his ability. While Owen never gets fat per se, normally he's more...Broadly built. Luckily, his exercise routines keep him from looking pudgy. He typically stands on average about 5'10, give or take a few inches depending, and weighs solidly around 180 under normal circumstances.
Owen actually grows out his facial hair quite often, but it never quite seems to grow in all the way, so just as soon as you might see him with some, it'll just as quickly be shaved away. His hair is a pleasant blonde tone, and while not the cleanliest, it is clear enough he puts some effort into it, and his pale green eyes are almost always filled with energy and enthusiasm for what comes next.
When he's just a civilian on the street, Owen keeps it casual. A black beanie which gives him total hipster vibes is almost always a part of the ensemble, unless it's hotter than hell outside (and even then he'll try and manage), along with a grey t-shirt/sweatpants combo, complete with a tied-off checkered jacket that he wears proper during the colder months, and reddish thick boots with plenty of space for him to grow into, if he ends up shaving off a couple more pounds than he intends to...
For hero work, he dons his sorcerous cowl (basically just a black cloak) and brandishes his elder staff (literally just a big-ass, gnarled tree root) as none other than MODERN WARLOCK! He definitely looks a bit heavy on the dorky side in the get-up, but it helps him get stoked for combat, so....As long as it works.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
BUDDY-BUDDY:Owen is an immensely friendly dude. Sometimes a bit too friendly...Even with people he hasn't met before, he treats them like old pals all the same, and that makes his real friendships all the stronger as well. However, it also means he tends to push a lot of boundaries, and can make less outgoing people more uncomfortable. It's never his intention, but it happens, and while he'll learn from it, well...Sometimes he can't resist a friendly shoulder bump or side hug.
FEARLESS & HEROIC:Owen is a nigh unshakeable individual, rooted all the way back on that faithful day so long ago...Regardless, he's known for his daring heroic acts, unwilling to let fear halt him for even a moment's breath! Sometimes, though, his heroic acts can borderline on self-sacrificial and reckless, and while he's aware that's not the healthiest way to go about it, he'll do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe.
DORK-TACULAR:In spite of his outward appearance at times, Owen is a total dweeb. I mean, his favorite hobby is Dungeons and Dragons, for crying out loud. He loves to read (particularly about epic journeys, so typically high fantasy is his cup of tea), and not just reading on Holo like a normal person. No...He reads hardbacks. Like a major dork. He also used to be a drama kid, which helps him play up his heroics very well.
SELF-DOUBT:While outwardly an outgoing, confident, and brave individual, he feels like he has a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Some of it he placed on himself...His desire to do so much as only one man is always heavy on his mind, and while it pushes him to greatness, it also slowly erodes at his mental state. Not to mention that, given the true nature of his power (which he's actually done his best to keep under wraps for some time), many people are expecting him to 'grow out' of using D&D spells as a 'template' of sorts, and start seriously using his power. But...He likes it how it is. If it ain't broke, right? Heh...The point is, while he can put on an excellent brave face, his real confidence in himself is really an in-the-moment thing, and not something he manages to carry around for long.
[ BIO ]
Owen grew up on the East Flank, and he had a pretty solid childhood! Well, except for one thing...His dad, the guy little Owen looked up to so dearly, well...He was taken away from him early on in his life, about when he was four. However, it was a formative moment for the young man as well, because as ashamed as he'd be to admit it nowadays, when his dad was on his deathbed, hooked up and wired to half a dozen different gadgets and gizmos, well...His young brain thought that he'd stopped looking like his dad. It scared him. So much so that, when the moment came for him to have a chance to say goodbye to dad...He couldn't muster that courage.
From that day, Owen swore to himself that fear would never rule him again.
He was quick to follow through on that, too. As he grew up, Owen was never afraid of anything or anyone. He stood up for those who couldn't, a friendly smile always on his face; he wanted to be there for others when no one else could be, and be a shoulder willing to uplift anyone. That was the kind of person he wanted to be.
When he discovered his powers, well...It went from a state of mind to a state of being. He really could be there for anyone...If he became a hero.
However, his powers, even by some of the strangest standards in the books, was a peculiar one to comprehend. The power to make things he thought...Reality. It's the kind of ability so overwhelming in scope, that even trying to imagine a single use for it caused the poor guy to wrack his brain. Eventually, though, he found his muse.
While young Owen was quite the sporty guy, he had one dweebish hobby; Dungeons and Dragons. Before this came in his life, he found himself unable to properly use his power. But with the right outlet, anything was possible...Because now, the kind of heroes he could imagine himself as in that world could be a reality.
Thus, while it's far from what his power could really be for, he began using it to mimic spells in D&D. From a simple Mage Hand to help lift things around and handle chores, to the almighty Fireball!....Mom wasn't happy when he first tested that one in his room. Still, he was starting to learn how to really use his powers, and the magical arts of D&D gave him the perfect bag of tricks to work towards heroics in the real world!
At his soonest convenience, he sought to enroll in the Academy for Junior Heroes, and by 14, he did just that! However...His path got thorny rather quickly there. Not only did he not find many who were interested in his favorite pastime, but many folks, teachers included, remarked that he lacked focus; his powers gave him variety, yes, but since he never truly honed anything, he was considered a knock-off grab-bag of Meta abilities many other students could perform with more precision, power, and efficiency. Not to mention how utterly different his power was. It felt like no teacher could truly help him with this...
Thankfully, as it turned out, there was one man who could actually help him...Mr. Lindall. While there powers weren't exactly 1:1, anything even close to Owen's was more than he could ask for. Truth be told, Owen wasn't always the best student, but Mr. Lindall's passion for the work got the kid through his own self-doubt about this whole thing that had been compounded by what the others had thought of the young man and his ability.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end. His time at the Academy was invaluable, but it passed by all the same at his graduation. However, even after that, Owen was still a bit skeptical about entering the scene, still spending a couple of years on his own practicing his power, and occasionally visiting his favorite teacher.
However, by the time he was 21, he had gathered up the courage needed to step through the doors of HERO...And he came out as Modern Warlock. Since then, things've been...Something, for sure, but he wouldn't change it for the world.
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Here, I'm going to list some of Owen's go-to 'spells'.
Eldritch Blast! - Eldritch Blast is, well...A blast of forceful energy, from either his staff or, if necessary, his hands. They act as concussive blasts, and can be fired in quick succession (able to launch about four within a handful of seconds, and they travel as impressive speeds). Perfect for subduing low-danger threats, like villain grunts, or acting as a distraction. It also has a low consumption of energy, so it makes it effective to pepper out.
Mage Hand! - Mage Hand is a utility ability by all means. He simply creates a small, blueish tinged hand in the air. It can lift about a dozen lbs., and can be commanded mentally by Owen to do menial tasks. He uses it very commonly in casual settings, like cracking open a soda and giving him a sip from it while he pages through a new book. It also takes very little energy to manifest, and none to maintain.
Absorb Elements! - It's shocking (heh) how often elemental assaults come into play as a Hero, whether it's a villain trying to cook you alive, or maybe you're just caught up in a teammate's massive lightning blast! Regardless, Absorb Elements is just what the doctor ordered. Temporarily, it grants Owen incredible resilience to the elements (fire, cold, lightning, and less commonly useful, acid and sound-based assaults) and absorbs it into him, granting a few of his strikes or a smack of his Elder Staff a bit of elemental punch to 'em! The best offense is a good defense, after all! Speaking of...
Shield! - If you aren't getting cooked and/or blasted, then Shield is what you probably need. Put simply, it forms a temporary but potent barrier of kinetic force around Owen, which is incredibly effective against most physical forms of assault, like blades, firearms, or giant crushing fists.
Enhance Ability! - Owen might not be naturally superhuman, but with a touch of Enhance Ability, that's a different story! This nifty trick can temporarily enhance a facet of an individual, such as their strength or agility. He can also use it on others, to incredible results! However, this is an ability that needs his focus, and if he tries to spread too many focus-necessary spells around, it'll probably overwhelm him. He typically sticks to one at a time for abilities like these.
Enlarge/Reduce! - While it isn't always the most helpful, it is always fun. Using this, Owen enlarges or reduces a creature's size, either doubling or halving it. If used on an unwilling target, it usually requires much more focus on his part to actually use the ability. This ability isn't typically super useful, but sometimes, making a really buff dude suddenly 15 ft. tall is worth it.
Fireball! - Ah, a time-honored classic...While Owen does have quite a few dangerous options up his sleeve, most pale in comparison to the destructive might of the Fireball. A massive explosive of flaming goodness can send even the strongest villains packing! Though it ain't easy to shoot them out willy nilly, and they do have a tendency to cause heavy property damage...
Haste! - Have you ever needed to be just a little faster? Maybe quicker to the draw, to dodge that important attack? Owen's got just the thing! Haste, while requiring his focus like Enlarge/Reduce and Enhance Ability, it totally worth it, as the recipient gets a great increase to their speed and reaction time, and a touch more durable as well! It's a great package deal, and if he gives it to the right person, it can make a huge difference!
[ RANKING ]
A
[ POWERS ]
With Imagination, anything could be possible.
Owen's power is, quite simply, to make his imagination a reality. However, that kind of power was not made for human hands...Much less a guy just getting out of his teens. As such, in his time training to become a Hero, he simplified his power in order to use it more properly, instead choosing to emulate many of the Spells present in his favorite TTRPG, Dungeons and Dragons.
This offers him lots of variably. In fact, it's still a bit overwhelming to him; not quite as bad as the full scope of his potential, but still a hefty load to keep track of. As such, while he's capable of producing a plethora of effects, it's hard for him to use most without a bit of prepwork, essentially preparing a few 'spells' in mind for the days' work.
The limitations to Owen's Powers are as follows;
1: Creating things burns internal energy, starting excess (like fat and spare sugars and whatnot), but could eventually burn through more essential parts of his body until he inevitably dies.
2: The higher complexity of something he attempts to do, the harder it is to both make it happen and maintain it, both from the energy standpoint and a mental one. If he creates something that needs to last and it isn't just an attack, he needs to be able to focus on it. Excessive distractions or taking enough damage could break his focus. Not to mention if something made isn't one-and-done, it is consistently burning through his reserves while it lasts.
3: While his power is essentially creation on a wide scale, he has to shrink it down a lot to even wrap his head around it; thus, using D&D spells as a way to hone in on his Powers. He can realistically come up with anything, but having that much potential sorta fries his head and makes it hard for him to figure out what to actually do, so he purposefully shortened his options, essentially. So while it lacks an upper scale of sorts, it's moreso that he can't really comprehend the huge scope, and leaves that part of his Power unattended.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■■■■□□□□□
Owen is given a generous score here. While normally he'd land about a 3/10, he has ways of improving his own physique through Imagination, which allow him to measure up to the average super-muscled individual...Roughly, at least. Get ready, because this is going to be for a lot of his things. 5/10.
[ AGILITY ] ■■■■■□□□□□
Yet again, sparing him a bit more than he deserves. While he was on track, and is no slouch when it comes to training, he'd probably still earn a 2/10 here if it weren't for some tricks up his sleeve, most notably Haste, which can allow him to match car speeds fairly casually, and Fly, which can allow him (or others) to, well...Fly. 5/10.
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■■□□□□□□□
Owen's a pretty smart kid when he puts his mind to something...But rarely puts his mind to something unless there are dire straits, or he has a dungeon to plan out before Sunday comes to kick his DM rear. 3/10.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■■■□□□□□
In truth, Owen could score quite a bit higher on his Destructiveness scale, but he tends to stray away from using his powers that cause too much widespread damage when he can. Still, they are there, ready to be used...5/10.
[ LETHALITY ] ■■■■■□□□□□
In a similar case to Destructiveness, he keeps his more dangerous, lethal powers in reserve. Mostly because those are the ones that eat up too much energy, but also because of the inherent deadly nature some of them possess, such as Fireball. Again, though, there is always the potential.... 5/10.
[ ENDURANCE ] ■■■■■■■□□□
Owen has a particular focus on defensive tricks to protect others and himself, so it earns him a higher slot here. Things like Absorb Elements and Shield provide him with a variety of defenses, and more generically strong options like Stoneskin (which makes him quite resilient to physical attacks, as well as making his punches and whatnot hurt more due to the sheer durability he gains) grant him a lot of protective prowess. 7/10.
[ EFFICACY ] ■■■□□□□□□□
The power to create things out of nothing has to come from something....And that something is Owen. The reason he so freely puts on pounds and eats like garbage is because his power consumes spare energy and fat to power itself, before turning to more...Vital sources. If overtaxed, his power would eventually cause him to pass out, or worse, die outright. However, this is rarely a problem, since he actually understands how to be fairly conservative with his power. Mostly. 3/10.
[ SKILLS ]
If you ever wanted to try out a tabletop, or need a way to speed your off-days in heroics, and you're into some nerdy shit (or at least willing to give it a shot), hit up Owen; he's a long-time Dungeon Master and always excited for new blood in the game.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Owen's hero gear of his Sorcerous Cowl and Elder Staff, while normally just a black cloak and a gnarly old tree root, are empowered by Imagination, and help to protect him and focus his abilities. It does look incredibly nerdy though.
With sort of spellcraft at his side, the Modern Warlock takes center stage!
Modern Warlock
"I was given a gift, and I'll use it for good!....But if I get an epic adventure or two out of it, that's awesome too!"
[ NAME ]
Owen Gallard
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Modern Warlock! (...He wanted to be called 'Modern Wizard', but apparently it was already taken)
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Big O (his nickname at the Academy)
[ AGE ]
22 (give or take a year that he may have spent in a self-made timeloop)
[ GENDER ]
Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
Full-Time Hero, and proud of it! also hosts D&D on weekends if the week hasn't been super hectic
[ APPEARANCE ]
While on occasion you'll meet Owen as he is in the image; which is to say, fairly slender and well-built for his age, it's more often than not that you find him a bit on the stockier side, a trait relating to his ability. While Owen never gets fat per se, normally he's more...Broadly built. Luckily, his exercise routines keep him from looking pudgy. He typically stands on average about 5'10, give or take a few inches depending, and weighs solidly around 180 under normal circumstances.
Owen actually grows out his facial hair quite often, but it never quite seems to grow in all the way, so just as soon as you might see him with some, it'll just as quickly be shaved away. His hair is a pleasant blonde tone, and while not the cleanliest, it is clear enough he puts some effort into it, and his pale green eyes are almost always filled with energy and enthusiasm for what comes next.
When he's just a civilian on the street, Owen keeps it casual. A black beanie which gives him total hipster vibes is almost always a part of the ensemble, unless it's hotter than hell outside (and even then he'll try and manage), along with a grey t-shirt/sweatpants combo, complete with a tied-off checkered jacket that he wears proper during the colder months, and reddish thick boots with plenty of space for him to grow into, if he ends up shaving off a couple more pounds than he intends to...
For hero work, he dons his sorcerous cowl (basically just a black cloak) and brandishes his elder staff (literally just a big-ass, gnarled tree root) as none other than MODERN WARLOCK! He definitely looks a bit heavy on the dorky side in the get-up, but it helps him get stoked for combat, so....As long as it works.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
BUDDY-BUDDY:Owen is an immensely friendly dude. Sometimes a bit too friendly...Even with people he hasn't met before, he treats them like old pals all the same, and that makes his real friendships all the stronger as well. However, it also means he tends to push a lot of boundaries, and can make less outgoing people more uncomfortable. It's never his intention, but it happens, and while he'll learn from it, well...Sometimes he can't resist a friendly shoulder bump or side hug.
FEARLESS & HEROIC:Owen is a nigh unshakeable individual, rooted all the way back on that faithful day so long ago...Regardless, he's known for his daring heroic acts, unwilling to let fear halt him for even a moment's breath! Sometimes, though, his heroic acts can borderline on self-sacrificial and reckless, and while he's aware that's not the healthiest way to go about it, he'll do whatever it takes to keep everyone safe.
DORK-TACULAR:In spite of his outward appearance at times, Owen is a total dweeb. I mean, his favorite hobby is Dungeons and Dragons, for crying out loud. He loves to read (particularly about epic journeys, so typically high fantasy is his cup of tea), and not just reading on Holo like a normal person. No...He reads hardbacks. Like a major dork. He also used to be a drama kid, which helps him play up his heroics very well.
SELF-DOUBT:While outwardly an outgoing, confident, and brave individual, he feels like he has a lot of pressure on his shoulders. Some of it he placed on himself...His desire to do so much as only one man is always heavy on his mind, and while it pushes him to greatness, it also slowly erodes at his mental state. Not to mention that, given the true nature of his power (which he's actually done his best to keep under wraps for some time), many people are expecting him to 'grow out' of using D&D spells as a 'template' of sorts, and start seriously using his power. But...He likes it how it is. If it ain't broke, right? Heh...The point is, while he can put on an excellent brave face, his real confidence in himself is really an in-the-moment thing, and not something he manages to carry around for long.
[ BIO ]
Owen grew up on the East Flank, and he had a pretty solid childhood! Well, except for one thing...His dad, the guy little Owen looked up to so dearly, well...He was taken away from him early on in his life, about when he was four. However, it was a formative moment for the young man as well, because as ashamed as he'd be to admit it nowadays, when his dad was on his deathbed, hooked up and wired to half a dozen different gadgets and gizmos, well...His young brain thought that he'd stopped looking like his dad. It scared him. So much so that, when the moment came for him to have a chance to say goodbye to dad...He couldn't muster that courage.
From that day, Owen swore to himself that fear would never rule him again.
He was quick to follow through on that, too. As he grew up, Owen was never afraid of anything or anyone. He stood up for those who couldn't, a friendly smile always on his face; he wanted to be there for others when no one else could be, and be a shoulder willing to uplift anyone. That was the kind of person he wanted to be.
When he discovered his powers, well...It went from a state of mind to a state of being. He really could be there for anyone...If he became a hero.
However, his powers, even by some of the strangest standards in the books, was a peculiar one to comprehend. The power to make things he thought...Reality. It's the kind of ability so overwhelming in scope, that even trying to imagine a single use for it caused the poor guy to wrack his brain. Eventually, though, he found his muse.
While young Owen was quite the sporty guy, he had one dweebish hobby; Dungeons and Dragons. Before this came in his life, he found himself unable to properly use his power. But with the right outlet, anything was possible...Because now, the kind of heroes he could imagine himself as in that world could be a reality.
Thus, while it's far from what his power could really be for, he began using it to mimic spells in D&D. From a simple Mage Hand to help lift things around and handle chores, to the almighty Fireball!....Mom wasn't happy when he first tested that one in his room. Still, he was starting to learn how to really use his powers, and the magical arts of D&D gave him the perfect bag of tricks to work towards heroics in the real world!
At his soonest convenience, he sought to enroll in the Academy for Junior Heroes, and by 14, he did just that! However...His path got thorny rather quickly there. Not only did he not find many who were interested in his favorite pastime, but many folks, teachers included, remarked that he lacked focus; his powers gave him variety, yes, but since he never truly honed anything, he was considered a knock-off grab-bag of Meta abilities many other students could perform with more precision, power, and efficiency. Not to mention how utterly different his power was. It felt like no teacher could truly help him with this...
Thankfully, as it turned out, there was one man who could actually help him...Mr. Lindall. While there powers weren't exactly 1:1, anything even close to Owen's was more than he could ask for. Truth be told, Owen wasn't always the best student, but Mr. Lindall's passion for the work got the kid through his own self-doubt about this whole thing that had been compounded by what the others had thought of the young man and his ability.
Eventually, all good things must come to an end. His time at the Academy was invaluable, but it passed by all the same at his graduation. However, even after that, Owen was still a bit skeptical about entering the scene, still spending a couple of years on his own practicing his power, and occasionally visiting his favorite teacher.
However, by the time he was 21, he had gathered up the courage needed to step through the doors of HERO...And he came out as Modern Warlock. Since then, things've been...Something, for sure, but he wouldn't change it for the world.
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Here, I'm going to list some of Owen's go-to 'spells'.
Eldritch Blast! - Eldritch Blast is, well...A blast of forceful energy, from either his staff or, if necessary, his hands. They act as concussive blasts, and can be fired in quick succession (able to launch about four within a handful of seconds, and they travel as impressive speeds). Perfect for subduing low-danger threats, like villain grunts, or acting as a distraction. It also has a low consumption of energy, so it makes it effective to pepper out.
Mage Hand! - Mage Hand is a utility ability by all means. He simply creates a small, blueish tinged hand in the air. It can lift about a dozen lbs., and can be commanded mentally by Owen to do menial tasks. He uses it very commonly in casual settings, like cracking open a soda and giving him a sip from it while he pages through a new book. It also takes very little energy to manifest, and none to maintain.
Absorb Elements! - It's shocking (heh) how often elemental assaults come into play as a Hero, whether it's a villain trying to cook you alive, or maybe you're just caught up in a teammate's massive lightning blast! Regardless, Absorb Elements is just what the doctor ordered. Temporarily, it grants Owen incredible resilience to the elements (fire, cold, lightning, and less commonly useful, acid and sound-based assaults) and absorbs it into him, granting a few of his strikes or a smack of his Elder Staff a bit of elemental punch to 'em! The best offense is a good defense, after all! Speaking of...
Shield! - If you aren't getting cooked and/or blasted, then Shield is what you probably need. Put simply, it forms a temporary but potent barrier of kinetic force around Owen, which is incredibly effective against most physical forms of assault, like blades, firearms, or giant crushing fists.
Enhance Ability! - Owen might not be naturally superhuman, but with a touch of Enhance Ability, that's a different story! This nifty trick can temporarily enhance a facet of an individual, such as their strength or agility. He can also use it on others, to incredible results! However, this is an ability that needs his focus, and if he tries to spread too many focus-necessary spells around, it'll probably overwhelm him. He typically sticks to one at a time for abilities like these.
Enlarge/Reduce! - While it isn't always the most helpful, it is always fun. Using this, Owen enlarges or reduces a creature's size, either doubling or halving it. If used on an unwilling target, it usually requires much more focus on his part to actually use the ability. This ability isn't typically super useful, but sometimes, making a really buff dude suddenly 15 ft. tall is worth it.
Fireball! - Ah, a time-honored classic...While Owen does have quite a few dangerous options up his sleeve, most pale in comparison to the destructive might of the Fireball. A massive explosive of flaming goodness can send even the strongest villains packing! Though it ain't easy to shoot them out willy nilly, and they do have a tendency to cause heavy property damage...
Haste! - Have you ever needed to be just a little faster? Maybe quicker to the draw, to dodge that important attack? Owen's got just the thing! Haste, while requiring his focus like Enlarge/Reduce and Enhance Ability, it totally worth it, as the recipient gets a great increase to their speed and reaction time, and a touch more durable as well! It's a great package deal, and if he gives it to the right person, it can make a huge difference!
[ RANKING ]
A
[ POWERS ]
With Imagination, anything could be possible.
Owen's power is, quite simply, to make his imagination a reality. However, that kind of power was not made for human hands...Much less a guy just getting out of his teens. As such, in his time training to become a Hero, he simplified his power in order to use it more properly, instead choosing to emulate many of the Spells present in his favorite TTRPG, Dungeons and Dragons.
This offers him lots of variably. In fact, it's still a bit overwhelming to him; not quite as bad as the full scope of his potential, but still a hefty load to keep track of. As such, while he's capable of producing a plethora of effects, it's hard for him to use most without a bit of prepwork, essentially preparing a few 'spells' in mind for the days' work.
The limitations to Owen's Powers are as follows;
1: Creating things burns internal energy, starting excess (like fat and spare sugars and whatnot), but could eventually burn through more essential parts of his body until he inevitably dies.
2: The higher complexity of something he attempts to do, the harder it is to both make it happen and maintain it, both from the energy standpoint and a mental one. If he creates something that needs to last and it isn't just an attack, he needs to be able to focus on it. Excessive distractions or taking enough damage could break his focus. Not to mention if something made isn't one-and-done, it is consistently burning through his reserves while it lasts.
3: While his power is essentially creation on a wide scale, he has to shrink it down a lot to even wrap his head around it; thus, using D&D spells as a way to hone in on his Powers. He can realistically come up with anything, but having that much potential sorta fries his head and makes it hard for him to figure out what to actually do, so he purposefully shortened his options, essentially. So while it lacks an upper scale of sorts, it's moreso that he can't really comprehend the huge scope, and leaves that part of his Power unattended.
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■■■■□□□□□
Owen is given a generous score here. While normally he'd land about a 3/10, he has ways of improving his own physique through Imagination, which allow him to measure up to the average super-muscled individual...Roughly, at least. Get ready, because this is going to be for a lot of his things. 5/10.
[ AGILITY ] ■■■■■□□□□□
Yet again, sparing him a bit more than he deserves. While he was on track, and is no slouch when it comes to training, he'd probably still earn a 2/10 here if it weren't for some tricks up his sleeve, most notably Haste, which can allow him to match car speeds fairly casually, and Fly, which can allow him (or others) to, well...Fly. 5/10.
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■■□□□□□□□
Owen's a pretty smart kid when he puts his mind to something...But rarely puts his mind to something unless there are dire straits, or he has a dungeon to plan out before Sunday comes to kick his DM rear. 3/10.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■■■□□□□□
In truth, Owen could score quite a bit higher on his Destructiveness scale, but he tends to stray away from using his powers that cause too much widespread damage when he can. Still, they are there, ready to be used...5/10.
[ LETHALITY ] ■■■■■□□□□□ In a similar case to Destructiveness, he keeps his more dangerous, lethal powers in reserve. Mostly because those are the ones that eat up too much energy, but also because of the inherent deadly nature some of them possess, such as Fireball. Again, though, there is always the potential.... 5/10.
[ ENDURANCE ] ■■■■■■■□□□
Owen has a particular focus on defensive tricks to protect others and himself, so it earns him a higher slot here. Things like Absorb Elements and Shield provide him with a variety of defenses, and more generically strong options like Stoneskin (which makes him quite resilient to physical attacks, as well as making his punches and whatnot hurt more due to the sheer durability he gains) grant him a lot of protective prowess. 7/10.
[ EFFICACY ] ■■■□□□□□□□
The power to create things out of nothing has to come from something....And that something is Owen. The reason he so freely puts on pounds and eats like garbage is because his power consumes spare energy and fat to power itself, before turning to more...Vital sources. If overtaxed, his power would eventually cause him to pass out, or worse, die outright. However, this is rarely a problem, since he actually understands how to be fairly conservative with his power. Mostly. 3/10.
[ SKILLS ]
If you ever wanted to try out a tabletop, or need a way to speed your off-days in heroics, and you're into some nerdy shit (or at least willing to give it a shot), hit up Owen; he's a long-time Dungeon Master and always excited for new blood in the game.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Owen's hero gear of his Sorcerous Cowl and Elder Staff, while normally just a black cloak and a gnarly old tree root, are empowered by Imagination, and help to protect him and focus his abilities. It does look incredibly nerdy though.
"Heads or tails; call it. Welp, that makes it 100-0..."
[ NAME ]
Leon Kalsteo
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Fortune's Son (also goes by Fortune)
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Lucky (old nickname from his gambling years), Leo (by close friends, which is to say....Possibly no one)
[ AGE ]
20
[ GENDER ]
Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
Currently enlisting as a member of H.E.R.O. (though, in his mind, he already is one; like his interview could possibly come up short!)
[ APPEARANCE ]
Standing at a respectably tall 5'10, with a lanky but not particularly unhealthy-looking build, Leon could be considered quite the average looker; until you hit his face. His striking purple eyes and sleek blue hair garner attention regardless where he goes. Simply put, he's a pretty boy through and through. Combine it with a sparkling smile, and even without his luck he could probably glamour his way through most situations. Granted, in spite of how handsome he can be, the kinds of facial expressions he can make can also be quite vile, his smirk in particular...
For clothing, while he can be seen in more casual wear, the most common of those being a black top, brown slacks, and a pair of white sneakers, he also has more...Gaudy attire, which he's also considering as a hero outfit of sorts. This consists of a crisp white dress shirt complete with a stunning black tie, complimented by a fur-lined beige coat, a sleek high-end designer belt to go with his light grey linen pants, and last but not least, a clearly top-of-the-line pair of black shoes that seem to shine with polish.
However, the one thing he always wears a small charm that functions like an earring, quite rustic and humble in comparison to most of his apparel. A bead of wooden strings ending in a cleanly-carved six-sided dice.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
ARROGANT: Leon has grown to become quite the prick due to the nature of his life. When things come so easily to one such as him, it gets to their head; and he shows it. He does things most would consider reckless or foolhardy, not because he's some sort of thrill-seeker, but because he merely wants to prove he could do it if he so wished. This also leads to him typically belittling others, though usually not out of spite or anything negative. He just can't get his head out of his own ass.
SELFISH: Leon looks out for Number 1 first and foremost; himself. While the nature of his power means he could bring aid to others, he's so self-centered that he could never view it in such a light as he is. To him, anything he does is just a means to his ends. Which leads well into his next trait...
POPULARITY: There's one thing Leon wants more than anything; to make it big. He wants his face on the tabloids, chatting it up on celebrity host shows, gleaming like a brilliant societal star. At least...He's pretty sure this is what he wanted. Right...?
DIRECTIONLESS:When your power could let you do almost anything and succeed, there's only one real question....What do you do with your life? And truth be told, Leon's still looking for that answer, filling the hole with material things and social stardom in the meantime.
SOCIABLE:Leon can certainly be an ass, but at the very least, he's a charming ass. He's a natural social butterfly, and while it isn't something he would ever admit, he likes to interact with others a lot and get to know new people. His only problem with being so sociable is that even with his luck, he has a tendency to drive a wedge between himself and others with his attitude.
[ BIO ]
Leon's early life wasn't much to write home about. I mean, his dad was a failed supervillain with the power of bad luck, but that's just more of an embarrassing talk piece than anything. By the time he was born, his dad was reformed and...Trying to get his life together. Key word being try. His mom was a terrible woman through and through, though with his dad's luck, that shouldn't be any surprise.
However, from the moment he was born, things took an unexpectedly bright turn for his family. Like a miracle, his mother seemed to soften right after her darling baby boy was brought into the world, and even his pops was finding some unusually good luck for his track record. The family lived in Passenger Island, as a way to get away from his dad's history (which could barely be called a criminal record; more like a bunch of flubbed bank robberies), so his young life was pretty normal. Beyond the fact that good things always seemed to come to Leon, as if attracted to him.
He'd walk the sidewalk and find a lucky dollar bill on the ground. People flocked around him and became friends like it was natural. He'd buy a soda at the vending machine, and it'd pop out a few extra for good measure. It was inexplicable, but luck seemed to be his closest friend.
For a younger, more kindred Leon, these were just nice little occurrences; not much to really think about. As he grew up, though, he gained a desire to test just how lucky he could be...He'd start cheating on tests and never get caught. He'd pickpocket a passerby and they'd move on without a care in the world. He'd snatch a nice piece of jewelry from a store, and miraculously the security feed gets corrupted...
The more he grew, the more arrogance came with his power. By the time he graduated high school (which in his defense, was still mostly through his own merits), he was actively abusing his luck to get what he wanted. Every week he'd have a new lovely girlfriend on the college campus. Somehow, he'd find the answer sheet to a surprise pop quiz from his economic studies professor. Hell, he'd play a match of Poker and strip the football team for all their worth in bets!
That one...Garnered his interest a lot. If his luck was good enough to guarantee victory in games of chance, well...He knew what he wanted to do. He ended up dropping out of college, and with a pep in his step, he began to make waves in Atlantica. Within months, casinos across the artificial island were suddenly struggling to make back the profits they were losing...All to one man. It didn't take long for nearly every casino on the island to give this kid the boot, but not before he'd made a grand fortune already.
With his extraordinary funds, he bought up one of the poshest pents he could get his hands on, and began to live the life of an extraordinarily rich bachelor...
The funds from the casinos didn't last too much longer with his wild spending habits and extravagant parties. As such, he needed something new to make money with. And hey, why not heroics? In times like these, H.E.R.O. could certainly use a bit of good luck...
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Leon's luck spreads to many different facets of life. Nearly anything he attempts, from cooking to skating and beyond, ends rather well...But admittedly he does have a particular interest in painting, especially life portraits.
[ RANKING ]
C
[ POWERS ]
Leon might not have much actually going for him, but at the very least, life loves to give him some Lucky Breaks.
Leon's Power, known as Lucky Break, is very simple, but also incredibly enigmatic. Put simply? He has good luck. It can range from the minor, like finding a quarter on the street or a generous stranger buying him a free coffee, or completely insane, like miraculously dodging a life-threatening attack or "accidentally" stumbling upon a villain's hideout. The possibilities are endless! Even if he doesn't have much say over it...
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■□□□□□□□□
With how he does absolutely zero exercise and eats junk more often than not, it truly is a miracle he's still as fit as your average Joe; but that's all he is. 2/10.
[ AGILITY ] ■■□□□□□□□□
Second verse, same as the first. He's completely average. Which, again, is almost surprising given his lifestyle... 2/10.
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■■■□□□□□□
In spite of having cheated a bit in high school, he was bright enough on his own merits to get into college, and likely could've made it through college with ease, if he had so wished. So essentially, he is smart, but doesn't care much about said smarts. 4/10.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■□□□□□□□
On his own, normally Leon's destructive capability would probably be, like, a zero. However...In some occasions, his power has caused surprisingly intensive damage to his surroundings, should it favor him. It is put low due to it being a very unusual occurrence for his power. 3/10.
[ LETHALITY ] ■■■□□□□□□□
In a similar boat to Destruction, Lethality is...Interesting. His power rarely causes something immediately fatal to occur for another individual, but it has been known to cause old injuries or sicknesses to flair up in individuals opposing Leon, which could result in death. It also sometimes indirectly harms others, to rare, but possibly lethal, degrees. 3/10.
[ ENDURANCE ] ■□□□□□□□□□
Truth be told, Leon might as well be made of tissue paper. Never in his life has he been sick, or hit, or really had anything happen to his body....That he didn't want, of course. *Wink* Jokes aside, he's an absolute baby bitch boy when it comes to physical confrontation, and his power knows this. It's why it does its best to get him out of the way of anything like that. 1/10.
[ EFFICACY ] ■■■■■■■■■■
Leon's power is always on, constantly acting in his favor, and has no cost, not to mention its incredible potency...If there is at least one winning factor for Leon, it is certainly Lucky Break. 10/10.
[ SKILLS ]
Due to his luck, Leon excels at anything he does, really. However, he does possess a special knack for art...And being a nosy bastard.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Handgun:Leon is well aware that he is, ultimately, just a guy trying to throw down with superhumans. As such, he was wise enough to invest in a simple handgun, should the situation call for it.
Extraordinarily Expensive Phone:The phone he casually totes around might actually be worth more than some people's houses. This state-of-the-art cell phone does it all, really. Facial recognition software, the top quality camera, holographic projection for videos and the like, and a dozen other features Leon himself probably has no clue about.
Who needs all those fancy tricks when you've got luck on your side?
Fortune's Son
"Heads or tails; call it. Welp, that makes it 100-0..."
[ NAME ]
Leon Kalsteo
[ HERO IDENTITY ]
Fortune's Son (also goes by Fortune)
[ NICKNAME/ALIAS ]
Lucky (old nickname from his gambling years), Leo (by close friends, which is to say....Possibly no one)
[ AGE ]
20
[ GENDER ]
Male
[ AFFILIATION ]
Currently enlisting as a member of H.E.R.O. (though, in his mind, he already is one; like his interview could possibly come up short!)
[ APPEARANCE ]
Standing at a respectably tall 5'10, with a lanky but not particularly unhealthy-looking build, Leon could be considered quite the average looker; until you hit his face. His striking purple eyes and sleek blue hair garner attention regardless where he goes. Simply put, he's a pretty boy through and through. Combine it with a sparkling smile, and even without his luck he could probably glamour his way through most situations. Granted, in spite of how handsome he can be, the kinds of facial expressions he can make can also be quite vile, his smirk in particular...
For clothing, while he can be seen in more casual wear, the most common of those being a black top, brown slacks, and a pair of white sneakers, he also has more...Gaudy attire, which he's also considering as a hero outfit of sorts. This consists of a crisp white dress shirt complete with a stunning black tie, complimented by a fur-lined beige coat, a sleek high-end designer belt to go with his light grey linen pants, and last but not least, a clearly top-of-the-line pair of black shoes that seem to shine with polish.
However, the one thing he always wears a small charm that functions like an earring, quite rustic and humble in comparison to most of his apparel. A bead of wooden strings ending in a cleanly-carved six-sided dice.
[ PERSONALITY TRAITS ]
ARROGANT: Leon has grown to become quite the prick due to the nature of his life. When things come so easily to one such as him, it gets to their head; and he shows it. He does things most would consider reckless or foolhardy, not because he's some sort of thrill-seeker, but because he merely wants to prove he could do it if he so wished. This also leads to him typically belittling others, though usually not out of spite or anything negative. He just can't get his head out of his own ass.
SELFISH: Leon looks out for Number 1 first and foremost; himself. While the nature of his power means he could bring aid to others, he's so self-centered that he could never view it in such a light as he is. To him, anything he does is just a means to his ends. Which leads well into his next trait...
POPULARITY: There's one thing Leon wants more than anything; to make it big. He wants his face on the tabloids, chatting it up on celebrity host shows, gleaming like a brilliant societal star. At least...He's pretty sure this is what he wanted. Right...?
DIRECTIONLESS:When your power could let you do almost anything and succeed, there's only one real question....What do you do with your life? And truth be told, Leon's still looking for that answer, filling the hole with material things and social stardom in the meantime.
SOCIABLE:Leon can certainly be an ass, but at the very least, he's a charming ass. He's a natural social butterfly, and while it isn't something he would ever admit, he likes to interact with others a lot and get to know new people. His only problem with being so sociable is that even with his luck, he has a tendency to drive a wedge between himself and others with his attitude.
[ BIO ]
Leon's early life wasn't much to write home about. I mean, his dad was a failed supervillain with the power of bad luck, but that's just more of an embarrassing talk piece than anything. By the time he was born, his dad was reformed and...Trying to get his life together. Key word being try. His mom was a terrible woman through and through, though with his dad's luck, that shouldn't be any surprise.
However, from the moment he was born, things took an unexpectedly bright turn for his family. Like a miracle, his mother seemed to soften right after her darling baby boy was brought into the world, and even his pops was finding some unusually good luck for his track record. The family lived in Passenger Island, as a way to get away from his dad's history (which could barely be called a criminal record; more like a bunch of flubbed bank robberies), so his young life was pretty normal. Beyond the fact that good things always seemed to come to Leon, as if attracted to him.
He'd walk the sidewalk and find a lucky dollar bill on the ground. People flocked around him and became friends like it was natural. He'd buy a soda at the vending machine, and it'd pop out a few extra for good measure. It was inexplicable, but luck seemed to be his closest friend.
For a younger, more kindred Leon, these were just nice little occurrences; not much to really think about. As he grew up, though, he gained a desire to test just how lucky he could be...He'd start cheating on tests and never get caught. He'd pickpocket a passerby and they'd move on without a care in the world. He'd snatch a nice piece of jewelry from a store, and miraculously the security feed gets corrupted...
The more he grew, the more arrogance came with his power. By the time he graduated high school (which in his defense, was still mostly through his own merits), he was actively abusing his luck to get what he wanted. Every week he'd have a new lovely girlfriend on the college campus. Somehow, he'd find the answer sheet to a surprise pop quiz from his economic studies professor. Hell, he'd play a match of Poker and strip the football team for all their worth in bets!
That one...Garnered his interest a lot. If his luck was good enough to guarantee victory in games of chance, well...He knew what he wanted to do. He ended up dropping out of college, and with a pep in his step, he began to make waves in Atlantica. Within months, casinos across the artificial island were suddenly struggling to make back the profits they were losing...All to one man. It didn't take long for nearly every casino on the island to give this kid the boot, but not before he'd made a grand fortune already.
With his extraordinary funds, he bought up one of the poshest pents he could get his hands on, and began to live the life of an extraordinarily rich bachelor...
The funds from the casinos didn't last too much longer with his wild spending habits and extravagant parties. As such, he needed something new to make money with. And hey, why not heroics? In times like these, H.E.R.O. could certainly use a bit of good luck...
| MISCELLANEOUS |
Leon's luck spreads to many different facets of life. Nearly anything he attempts, from cooking to skating and beyond, ends rather well...But admittedly he does have a particular interest in painting, especially life portraits.
[ RANKING ]
C
[ POWERS ]
Leon might not have much actually going for him, but at the very least, life loves to give him some Lucky Breaks.
Leon's Power, known as Lucky Break, is very simple, but also incredibly enigmatic. Put simply? He has good luck. It can range from the minor, like finding a quarter on the street or a generous stranger buying him a free coffee, or completely insane, like miraculously dodging a life-threatening attack or "accidentally" stumbling upon a villain's hideout. The possibilities are endless! Even if he doesn't have much say over it...
[ PHYSICAL STRENGTH ] ■■□□□□□□□□
With how he does absolutely zero exercise and eats junk more often than not, it truly is a miracle he's still as fit as your average Joe; but that's all he is. 2/10.
[ AGILITY ] ■■□□□□□□□□
Second verse, same as the first. He's completely average. Which, again, is almost surprising given his lifestyle... 2/10.
[ INTELLIGENCE ] ■■■■□□□□□□
In spite of having cheated a bit in high school, he was bright enough on his own merits to get into college, and likely could've made it through college with ease, if he had so wished. So essentially, he is smart, but doesn't care much about said smarts. 4/10.
[ DESTRUCTIVENESS ] ■■■□□□□□□□
On his own, normally Leon's destructive capability would probably be, like, a zero. However...In some occasions, his power has caused surprisingly intensive damage to his surroundings, should it favor him. It is put low due to it being a very unusual occurrence for his power. 3/10.
[ LETHALITY ] ■■■□□□□□□□
In a similar boat to Destruction, Lethality is...Interesting. His power rarely causes something immediately fatal to occur for another individual, but it has been known to cause old injuries or sicknesses to flair up in individuals opposing Leon, which could result in death. It also sometimes indirectly harms others, to rare, but possibly lethal, degrees. 3/10.
[ ENDURANCE ] ■□□□□□□□□□
Truth be told, Leon might as well be made of tissue paper. Never in his life has he been sick, or hit, or really had anything happen to his body....That he didn't want, of course. *Wink* Jokes aside, he's an absolute baby bitch boy when it comes to physical confrontation, and his power knows this. It's why it does its best to get him out of the way of anything like that. 1/10.
[ EFFICACY ] ■■■■■■■■■■
Leon's power is always on, constantly acting in his favor, and has no cost, not to mention its incredible potency...If there is at least one winning factor for Leon, it is certainly Lucky Break. 10/10.
[ SKILLS ]
Due to his luck, Leon excels at anything he does, really. However, he does possess a special knack for art...And being a nosy bastard.
[ EQUIPMENT ]
Handgun:Leon is well aware that he is, ultimately, just a guy trying to throw down with superhumans. As such, he was wise enough to invest in a simple handgun, should the situation call for it.
Extraordinarily Expensive Phone:The phone he casually totes around might actually be worth more than some people's houses. This state-of-the-art cell phone does it all, really. Facial recognition software, the top quality camera, holographic projection for videos and the like, and a dozen other features Leon himself probably has no clue about.
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