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@Omega Man Can I have associates?
What's a good time to wait between posts? I want others to get a time to shine as well.
@Omega Man Should I come up with an archetype for my character? If so, what do you reccomend? He comes across to me as a Super Solider/Wild Card Hybrid.
@Omega Man Fun idea, every now and then you make a post from the perspective of a news anchor, reporting on the various actions of the heroes and villains alike around Mountain City. It could be expositiinal as well as entertaining.
Edit: Expositional
Edit: Expositional
@The Bork Lazer You are awesome! Thank you! XD ROFL!
Name: Leon Leopold Rosenveldt
Alias: The Crimson Shade, The Rose Killer
Age: 24
Powers: The Crimson Shade has phenomenal reflexes and super agility, capable of dodging bullets with ease. He has a perfect sense of balance, able to dance with ease even on the thinnest of tightropes, run up walls, and jump and land with catlike grace. He has slightly enhanced regeneration and immune system on account of his inhuman metabolism, and can move without making a single sound and without disturbing the space around him, like a ninja. As well as being a master acrobat, he is super flexible, able to twist and contort his body beyond what most can normally achieve, allowing him to hide and fit into otherwise inaccessible crooks and crevices. He can also run faster than normal humans, capable of sprinting as fast as a cheetah.
Weaknesses: Aside from his slightly enhanced regeneration, it isn’t miraculous, rendering him a fragile speedster. Like a cheetah, he may take off with amazing speed, but he does not have the endurance to keep it up for long, and his heights of speed can drain his stamina quickly, making him ineffectual in a prolonged engagement. Crimson Shade may dance around bullets, but even he has a hard time dodging attacks he can’t see.
Equipment: Crimson Shade spares no expense when it comes to his armaments, arming himself with the best weapons that money could buy. Knives and daggers are Crimson Shade's preferred method of death dealing, as it allows him to savor the emotions and pains of his victims. He carries wrist-mounted switchblades (think Assassin's Creed), hollow compartments in his boots for storing more knives, and several other daggers sheathed and hidden under his sleeves, strapped to his chest, around his waist, and attached to his legs, so that he never lacks an instrument of murder. He carrys three swords on his back, two for dual wielding and precision, and a larger lazer sharpened sword named Charlotte for more armor penetration and heavier blows. He also has a skull-painted gas mask, two hand crossbows, a bow and arrow quiver, and a ballistic knife with a blade that can be shot from the hilt. He wears a bullet vest for small arms fire. Finally he has a small wooden case in his coat for carrying his signature roses.
Alignment: Villain
Personality: Narcissistic, Hedonistic, Sadistic, Bloodthirsty, Flamboyant
Appearance:
Civilian: Leon is on the shorter side, standing at 5’4, with bright green eyes, fair blonde hair neatly trimmed into a bob cut, and a smooth handsome face. His build is very slender, curvy and feminine, many of his mannerisms also reflecting his femininity. He wears black lipstick and often wears a form-fitting leotard, sometimes under other layers of fashionable and ostentatious clothing. Leon wears powerful perfumes, lotions, and scented oils.
Costume:
Short Bio: Leon Leopold Rosenveldt was inexplicably born with his powers. Rather than use his powers for heroism, he used them to become a star. He took up the acrobatic and performing arts, performing death defying stunts and wowing the crowd with his dexterity and charisma. Leon loved being placed center stage, soaking in the limelight and showering in the praise of his adoring audience. He seemed to have it all, looks, style, wealth, and fame. For somebody else, they might have found contentment with such an abundance of blessings, but not Leon. Though he was thrilled with all the attention and adrenaline that came with being an athletic showman, he felt in his heart a yearning for passions and excitements beyond even what the stage could offer, an inner pride for which even the roaring cheers could not satiate.
Everything had to be more, more extreme, more audacious, more dangerous. One night, after indulging in a night of heavy drinking, Leon started stumbling back towards his trailer, but in his stupor he didn’t realize he stumbled into a dark alley. It was there where a mugger threatened him with a knife, and though Leon even in his drunken state could have dispatched the assailant with ease, he was so enraged that such a filthy degenerate man would dare challenge HIM that he took the thief’s knife and stabbed him over and over again until he drowned in a pool of his own blood. It was in that moment, when Leon saw what he did to him that he realized….. it felt good… REALLY good! It was an ecstasy and exhilaration he never felt before in his life, and he reveled in the slaughter that he committed. A darkness sprouted forth from his soul, like a flower blooming from the depths of hell.
From then on there Leon embraced the life of a cold-blooded killer, becoming an Assassin for hire under the alias of the Crimson Shade. He is also infamously known as the Rose Killer, after his habit of leaving his calling card, a red rose, on the bodies of his victims. While the Crimson Shade would accept payments, it was merely an excuse to indulge in his true passions of blood-lust and killing with a smile on his face.
Potential Storylines:
Kingslayer; Crimson Shade is hired by a criminal organization to assist in the assassination of a high ranking member of the Mountain city counsel.
Pleasure Seeker; Crimson Shade is always looking for his next high of experience, rather it be strong emotions, straddling the line between life and death, engaging in extreme acts of violence, or tearing apart a person mind body and soul. He is willing to team up with anyone who is willing to help him to obtain greater highs of sensations, rather it be through experimental superdrugs, mystical visions triggered by dark rituals, or nurturing his dreams of turning murder into a work of high art.
Worthy Opponent; Crimson Shade wants to fight an equal in glorious combat. He cares not even if he loses his life in the duel, so long as it goes down as a legendary battle for the ages.
Notes: The Crimson Shade may be a bloodthirsty psychopath, but even he has standards, such as refusing to kill children. He will never betray his employer, unless he suspects foul play.
The Rose Killer prefers using bows and arrows, swords, daggers, and other blades as opposed to guns, which he considers loud and inelegant.
Conflicts of Interests; The Crimson Shade is not too picky with whom he takes jobs from, be they heroes or villains. He doesn’t care who he fights along with, so long as he engages in the thrill of violence and bloodshed.
Alias: The Crimson Shade, The Rose Killer
Age: 24
Powers: The Crimson Shade has phenomenal reflexes and super agility, capable of dodging bullets with ease. He has a perfect sense of balance, able to dance with ease even on the thinnest of tightropes, run up walls, and jump and land with catlike grace. He has slightly enhanced regeneration and immune system on account of his inhuman metabolism, and can move without making a single sound and without disturbing the space around him, like a ninja. As well as being a master acrobat, he is super flexible, able to twist and contort his body beyond what most can normally achieve, allowing him to hide and fit into otherwise inaccessible crooks and crevices. He can also run faster than normal humans, capable of sprinting as fast as a cheetah.
Weaknesses: Aside from his slightly enhanced regeneration, it isn’t miraculous, rendering him a fragile speedster. Like a cheetah, he may take off with amazing speed, but he does not have the endurance to keep it up for long, and his heights of speed can drain his stamina quickly, making him ineffectual in a prolonged engagement. Crimson Shade may dance around bullets, but even he has a hard time dodging attacks he can’t see.
Equipment: Crimson Shade spares no expense when it comes to his armaments, arming himself with the best weapons that money could buy. Knives and daggers are Crimson Shade's preferred method of death dealing, as it allows him to savor the emotions and pains of his victims. He carries wrist-mounted switchblades (think Assassin's Creed), hollow compartments in his boots for storing more knives, and several other daggers sheathed and hidden under his sleeves, strapped to his chest, around his waist, and attached to his legs, so that he never lacks an instrument of murder. He carrys three swords on his back, two for dual wielding and precision, and a larger lazer sharpened sword named Charlotte for more armor penetration and heavier blows. He also has a skull-painted gas mask, two hand crossbows, a bow and arrow quiver, and a ballistic knife with a blade that can be shot from the hilt. He wears a bullet vest for small arms fire. Finally he has a small wooden case in his coat for carrying his signature roses.
Alignment: Villain
Personality: Narcissistic, Hedonistic, Sadistic, Bloodthirsty, Flamboyant
Appearance:
Civilian: Leon is on the shorter side, standing at 5’4, with bright green eyes, fair blonde hair neatly trimmed into a bob cut, and a smooth handsome face. His build is very slender, curvy and feminine, many of his mannerisms also reflecting his femininity. He wears black lipstick and often wears a form-fitting leotard, sometimes under other layers of fashionable and ostentatious clothing. Leon wears powerful perfumes, lotions, and scented oils.
Costume:
Short Bio: Leon Leopold Rosenveldt was inexplicably born with his powers. Rather than use his powers for heroism, he used them to become a star. He took up the acrobatic and performing arts, performing death defying stunts and wowing the crowd with his dexterity and charisma. Leon loved being placed center stage, soaking in the limelight and showering in the praise of his adoring audience. He seemed to have it all, looks, style, wealth, and fame. For somebody else, they might have found contentment with such an abundance of blessings, but not Leon. Though he was thrilled with all the attention and adrenaline that came with being an athletic showman, he felt in his heart a yearning for passions and excitements beyond even what the stage could offer, an inner pride for which even the roaring cheers could not satiate.
Everything had to be more, more extreme, more audacious, more dangerous. One night, after indulging in a night of heavy drinking, Leon started stumbling back towards his trailer, but in his stupor he didn’t realize he stumbled into a dark alley. It was there where a mugger threatened him with a knife, and though Leon even in his drunken state could have dispatched the assailant with ease, he was so enraged that such a filthy degenerate man would dare challenge HIM that he took the thief’s knife and stabbed him over and over again until he drowned in a pool of his own blood. It was in that moment, when Leon saw what he did to him that he realized….. it felt good… REALLY good! It was an ecstasy and exhilaration he never felt before in his life, and he reveled in the slaughter that he committed. A darkness sprouted forth from his soul, like a flower blooming from the depths of hell.
From then on there Leon embraced the life of a cold-blooded killer, becoming an Assassin for hire under the alias of the Crimson Shade. He is also infamously known as the Rose Killer, after his habit of leaving his calling card, a red rose, on the bodies of his victims. While the Crimson Shade would accept payments, it was merely an excuse to indulge in his true passions of blood-lust and killing with a smile on his face.
Potential Storylines:
Kingslayer; Crimson Shade is hired by a criminal organization to assist in the assassination of a high ranking member of the Mountain city counsel.
Pleasure Seeker; Crimson Shade is always looking for his next high of experience, rather it be strong emotions, straddling the line between life and death, engaging in extreme acts of violence, or tearing apart a person mind body and soul. He is willing to team up with anyone who is willing to help him to obtain greater highs of sensations, rather it be through experimental superdrugs, mystical visions triggered by dark rituals, or nurturing his dreams of turning murder into a work of high art.
Worthy Opponent; Crimson Shade wants to fight an equal in glorious combat. He cares not even if he loses his life in the duel, so long as it goes down as a legendary battle for the ages.
Notes: The Crimson Shade may be a bloodthirsty psychopath, but even he has standards, such as refusing to kill children. He will never betray his employer, unless he suspects foul play.
The Rose Killer prefers using bows and arrows, swords, daggers, and other blades as opposed to guns, which he considers loud and inelegant.
Conflicts of Interests; The Crimson Shade is not too picky with whom he takes jobs from, be they heroes or villains. He doesn’t care who he fights along with, so long as he engages in the thrill of violence and bloodshed.
@Omega Man Posted. :)
The Crimson Shade
Time: 8:44 P.M.
Location: Housing District, Housing Sub-division, Mountain City
Night has fallen over the rocky city, and a cold, bitter wind blows across the streets of a small neighborhood, one of many, tucked into the folds of the great metal colossus. A creeping shadow walks the streets, unnoticed by the people. He is known as the Crimson Shade, and he is on the hunt for blood.
Crimson Shade is an assassin garbed in black, and his target, a middle aged man, living quietly alone in a house to hide from the cops for his embezzlement and various money laundering schemes. Crimson’s client is a scorned ex-lover, vindictive towards a man so consumed by greed, that he married her simply for her money. She was heartbroken from the ordeal, and now, Crimson was going to return the favor.
Crimson Shade leered around to make certain no one was watching, and hopped gently over the backyard fence, barely ruffling the grass beneath him as he landed, despite carrying a variety of steel blades. He crouched, scanning his surroundings, and had acquired sight of the target past a closed window, whistling whilst washing some dishes. Perfect. Upon seeing that the coast was clear, Crimson sprinted quickly, yet softly, across the yard. He changed his tempo on the back porch, taking his time to walk slowly and deliberately across the wooden floor as he approached the back door. He nudged the handle ever so slightly, to determine that it was locked, a good defense against rookie burglars, but Crimson Shade had plenty of experience breaking into places. From his coat he produced a Swiss Army knife, one of the tools being a lockpick he used to unlock the door. Now came the tricky part, opening the door without alerting the target. He slowly opened the door just enough for him to squeeze through, closing the door behind him. The target did not notice, and Crimson walked around to the back of the kitchen with impunity.
The stage was set, the Crimson Shade inching himself little by little towards the unsuspecting target, his muscles taunt with giddy anticipation, like a panther ready to pounce. He draws two daggers hidden in his sleeves as he gets ready to bury his steel into the flesh of the man. Then, with the speed of a ravenous cobra, Crimson Shade leapt forward, and with needlework precision, plunged his right dagger into the back of the man’s heart. All the surprised man could do was give a suffocated gasp as his blood waterfalled down his back from his vital wound. Before the man could utter another sound, Crimson Shade wrapped his left gloved hand around the man’s mouth, while his other hand thrust the blade further into the man’s heart. As he held the man, he whispered softly into his ears. “Shhhhhh.” As the man’s the life drained, he began slumping backwards, his descent slowed by the hands of the Shade. He stared into the gaze of the dying man’s eye. Though the Crimson Shade wore a black hat and a black cloth to cover his nose and mouth, he wanted the last thing the man to see to be his eyes, he wanted to stare straight into the depths of his soul, and see what kind of a man he truly was in his last moments. He said his parting words for the middle aged man as he laid him gently of the floor: “It’s all over now. Let the emptiness take all your pains away. Embrace sweet, blissful, oblivion.” Within a matter of seconds, the Crimsons Shade sees the life drain from his target’s eyes and feels the last beat of his ruptured heart.
Once the Crimson Shade completed his kill, his body jolted with aliveness, and he laughed with maniacal enthusiasm at the murder he just committed. The man was completely powerless before him, and he reveled in how flawlessly executed his plans and actions were. To him, it was a marriage of mathematical precision, and animalistic brutality. The Crimson Shade withdrew the bloodied knife from the man’s chest and gingerly licked the blade. He took his sweet time admiring the tingly tinge of iron and the viscosity of the red ichor. He then helped himself to the cash from the now deceased man’s wallet his front right pocket. It then occurred to the Crimson Shade, there was no use leaving a body just to lay there when it can make a statement. He leaned the body of the man against the sink, carved out what was left of the shriveled heart, and placed the tattered organ into the man’s pocket where the wallet used to be and place the wallet into the body’s chest cavity. Poetic Irony at its finest.
The assassin began washing the blood off his knife using the available dish soups, humming a jaunty tune, unphased by the gravity of the acts he has just committed. “You know, if you had been more faithful to your wife, you would have died in a much ….. warmer embrace.” He jived coyly to the corpse. After he washed all traces of blood from his weapons and himself, he decided it was time to leave his signature calling card behind; a red rose. The rose would let the client, and indeed the whole world, know that it was the Crimson Shade, or the "Rose Killer" as they say, who killed him and immortalized his crude matter into a work of art. He stabbed the rose into the dead man’s chest cavity, the work was finally complete. The Crimson Shade grabbed whatever bleach was lying around the house and doused it all over the ground floor so as to cover up any genetic material, even dogs have trouble sniffing past it.
With his tracks thoroughly covered, the Crimson Shade went back the way he came in, locked the door, and faded into the night like a phantom. He is going to return to his estate within Mountain City, and from there await the “news” of his handywork.
Finally ready to post.
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