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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Hey folks, internet was a little spotty on my trip so I didn't have as much access as I thought I would. I'll be home sometime tonight.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Indeed.

So, just to let you know, next week I'll be taking some time off from work. I am going to be going away for a few days, but I will have internet access, so I'll still be around. I think I'll be home Thursday, but I'll be posting well before that.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Richard Midas sat in the backseat of his brand new Bentley Bentayga. Midas stared out of the smoke tinted windows as the black luxury SUV passed the people and buildings which made Sherman Square stand out amongst the best urban centers in the Northeast. However, it wasn’t the tall skyscrapers or the large videotron, or even the large number of colorful people that lived in or visited the area each day that caused his insides to turn with excitement. It was the status report on one of the various “projects” that Midas Industries had been working on or have had been observing from afar that he had been updated on by one of his advisors, Livingston.

This particular project was not one that Midas Industries was involved with directly, or technically at all. The project was being conducted by one of Midas Industries’ larger rivals, Gene Co, and was a complete secret.

At least it was a secret to most.

The truth was, that while Richard Midas himself kept a relatively low profile for someone in the position that he was in, there was little that went on in Lost Haven that he didn’t know about. So when he learned that Gene Co, the Shroud Syndicate, and several of the city’s newer costumed heroes were involved in a battle royal over a single young woman, he took notice. Though he wasn’t sure exactly what it was about this young woman that was so special, the mere fact that so many powerful entities in the city were after her was reason enough to go after her as well. While he had heard rumors about this young woman, and if they were indeed true, she would be a fascinating specimen to study…he needed to find out first hand if what they were saying about her was true.

“And after the earthquake in Chinatown, a young lady was observed that fit the description of the woman we’re looking for.” Livingston told Midas, his voice radiating with excitement.

“The earthquake itself isn’t anything to be concerned with, we have been known to have them in this region from time to time.” Midas said to Livingston, who had been droning on and on about the earthquake for what seemed like hours. “However, with the number of metahumans in the city these days, it isn’t something that we can just discount.”

“This may be true, Sir, but the young woman in question was seen in the area immediately following the earthquake.” Livingston protested.

“And that does merit some looking in to.” Midas agreed.

“Wonderful. I will make arrangements immediately. I will follow up on this personally.” Livingston proudly proclaimed.

“No, I think I’ll have Ms Sparks handle this one.” Midas told him.

“Sir?” Livingston asked, immediately speaking up again. “But I don’t understand. I-” Midas stopped him.

“Livingston, you’re wonderful, really. However, this is a very delicate situation and to be perfectly honest, you can from time to time come off as a bit…creepy. In this instance, Ms Sparks is better suited to make contact.” Midas explained.

“But don’t worry, Ms Desdemona will soon be our…guest. And once she is ours, if the rumors of her gifts are true…things will never be the same.”

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Here's Micha, finally. I'm not exactly proud of what I wrote for his origin but I had to put something there and that's what was holding me up. I couldn't think how to phase it any better.

Most of the CS is in 1st person because it’s easier for me to create the character that way. I can rephrase it to be in 3rd person if necessary.

Micha

AKA:

Character Name:
Mi’isha-cendeha’amenla Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin
Character Alias:
Michael Alistair, Micha (mee-sha)
Speech Color:
(Gold, FFD700)
Character Alignment:
A Villain, as far as I understand.
Identity:
Public. For what it’s worth, I don’t care if you know who I am. It doesn’t affect me in any way.
Age:
21 Earth-years. I was chrono-frozen for 2 earth-years however as the trip from my home planet took a while, so I am technically 23.

Uniform/costume:

Spacesuit/uniform

Pretending to be human (at any time after the intro arc)

Physical Appearance (Normally):
I can shapeshift. How can you even know if this is my true form?

(His true form has piercing, sharp yellow eyes that are set into a thin and strangely delicate-looking face, which in turn is framed by his mid-length dark red hair and the swirling black symbols and tattoos which flow down his neck and back, curling around to his front on his sides (kind of like a tiger’s stripes). Aside from the tattoos his skin is pale and clear, and he also has a streak of yellow hair on the left side of his head. He stands at 5’10” or about 1.8 meters tall, with a weight of 110 lbs or 50 kg. He has a lean, slightly muscular build.)

(When he shapeshifts, it is a near perfect transformation with only 2 flaws. The main symbol in his chain of tattoos, located on his lower back, is always there and visible no matter the form he has shifted into. The second flaw is less obvious but still easy to spot when you know what you’re looking for. He can not completely remove the yellow from his eyes, so from a certain angle or in a certain light his eyes will look just as bright yellow as they normally do, otherwise you might catch flashes of yellow that most would dismiss as a trick of the light.)

Character Personality:
(A stickler for tradition and order, he perfectly understands what is right, wrong and socially acceptable, at least on his own planet. He values honesty, dedication and dignity, and if you were to ask him for help with something (even if you were his enemy) he’d try his best to give clear advice and guidance. He’s a natural leader, using his knowledge and past experiences to guide him, but here on Earth he’s a bit out of his element as his culture is very different from anything we have on Earth. He is strong-willed and patient, and very good at keeping organized. He likes planning things out. Though, strong-willed also means he’s too stubborn sometimes, and he has difficulty expressing himself properly. He’s also extremely judgemental of himself and others and completely obsessed with his social status.)

Likes: (only Earth things are listed)

• Cats - They are obviously the smartest beings indigenous to this planet, they deserve your respect. Also, they’re nice to talk to.
• Coffee - I have no Idea what it is, but this drink is amazing despite it’s seeming lack of any nutritional value at all. Would you pass the cream please?
• Music - We do have a concept like this on my home planet, but it has been outlawed an ill-advised activity to partake in for centuries. I like the diversity of this world, and how it is expressed through your arts, music is unique even in this however. I have never experienced such wondrous noise before coming here.

Dislikes: (again, only Earth stuff)

• Language - There are simply too many languages on this planet, it’s a hassle to learn them all so quickly. It gives me such a headache to choose what to say to correctly make my point. English is especially tricky, many of your everyday words have no direct translation into my own tongue, or simply don’t exist. For example, the words “Hero” and “Villain” seem to keep popping up, these are two that do not exist for us.
• Rhetorical Questions - I do not understand the concept. If I am not supposed to answer, then do not ask.
• Rain - It does not rain on my planet, the water of the world flows entirely underground, the surface is a continuous and dry landmass. I do not dislike water, quite the opposite actually, but it disturbs me that it will fall from the sky at random intervals. It just doesn’t seem right.

Origin Info/Details: (I would rather develop most backstory IC, so this is just how he got to Earth and maybe leading into what happens in his intro arc, not really why or how he got his powers.)

(Split in two for fun. This is if he’s talking to a human.)
I am part of a team of Explorers sent to map out this part of the galaxy for resources. The Gas giants of your solar system just happen to be rich in an element that your culture has no use for yet, or possibly ever. Members of my team are chosen by our “government”, as you would call it. I am the second-in-command and a skilled fighter, tasked with protecting the rest of the crew rather than retrieving shiny rocks from larger space-rocks.
(Talking to a crew-member now)
Don’t let them know we came to ╔╦╩╨╤╥╙═╬╠╧╘╒╓╫╓ ×╫…. They’ll catch on soon enough. I, don’t care what the Genrinam’nodi Jouldigenen said, we’re almost 8 light-years away from his jurisdiction, and with our Cenam-pehtemidno (Captian, Cenam for short) actually bothering to speak with these intelligent monkeys I’m fully in my rights to take command. It is my duty to protect you, and by even landing here the Cenam has basically signed your death warrants. These are a violent and warlike people from what I’ve seen of their backwards-society, and it seems they will not hesitate to kill us despite the obvious fact that they’re mostly drastically inferior to us, in all aspects of existence. What’s that look for, comrade?

Hero Type:
Shapeshifter, Alien, partially-psychic abilities(?)
((little bit of psychicness listed because of TT and related powers, as well as the language thing))
Power Level:
I’m no fool, I know I can’t take on all the world at once, but a city or two should be easy for me to throw into chaos. (city / low world level)
Powers:
Shape-shifting - I can shift into anyone or anything, though depending on the thing the change takes some time. My eyes and tattoos are the only ‘gives’ that I know of, the only ways to tell that it’s me and not the person or animal I may look like. Also, I am not psychic, and therefore do not know things that whoever I have shifted into would know.

Linguistic Assimilation - The ability to instantly learn, speak and understand any language through physical contact with someone who already knows the language. This allows me to speak, write, and understand any language, even an animal’s language. However, just because I can speak it doesn’t mean I completely understand what I am saying. I perceive what I say as being in my own tongue, and anything you say to me is the same way. Many Earth words don’t have direct translations, or any translation at all into my language, so communication is not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.

(For everything related to TT, focus is key. If Micha can’t focus he can’t use these abilities at all.)
Tactile Telekinesis (TT) - I have the ability to utilize a type of personal force field made of telekinetic energy. When in use, my body is completely surrounded by this invisible energy field, protecting me from harm and enhancing my physical abilities such as strength and speed. However this is the most draining of my abilities and the longest I can keep up the full bubble is an hour; also, immense amounts of repetitive physical force can break through the energy field no matter how much stamina I have left.

TT ½ - I can also use TT to manipulate objects that I am in direct contact with (Like another person, a glass of water, or the ground) without needing to form the energy bubble around me. I can also manipulate myself in any way without the bubble formed at all.

Density shifting - I have the ability (as a result of TT) to control my own density and that of any persons or objects I am directly touching, thus giving me the ability to phase through pesky things like walls and bullets.

Flight - Also because of TT, I can Fly (or levitate) by manipulating my own body through the air. This is about as energy draining as running is for humans and so I can’t keep it up forever, and I can’t cary others while flying.

Attributes:

Strength Level:
Equal to that of any average Human, unless the full TT bubble is in use. Then strength is ~5 tons for the time the bubble is intact.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman, unless TT is in use. Then speed is ~3 times as fast as the average human.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Two hours longer than the average Human.
Agility:
Just high enough to be considered inhuman.
Intelligence:
High Average. I don’t claim to be a genius, but I learn any necessary skills quickly and easily enough.
Fighting Skill:
I am well trained in hand-to-hand and in the use of a variety of melee weapons, both of Earth and not.

Resources:
Average I suppose. I have a hidden but broken spaceship to call home, and can most likely just go get anything I need once I find out I need it. Wait, what is "money"?
Weaknesses: (In 3rd person 'cause he'd never openly tell anybody this stuff)
1: The ‘tells’ for when he’s shifted: yellow not entirely gone from his eyes, and the black tattoo on his back that never goes away or disappears, no matter what form he takes. Also, depending on the form he's shifting into and how different it is from his current form, shifting can take anywhere from a couple seconds to a minute.
2: Tactile Telekinesis (TT) and flight are especially draining abilities for him, and anything relating to TT requires focus in order to use at all.
3: Has a severe physical reaction (like an allergy) to pure Silver or Iron. His skin will burn on contact and blister painfully. Cuts and other wounds made by these metals will take considerably longer to heal.

Supporting Characters:
- Kinam-lala’amno Amlaas-ite’idmamidrin (Sister) - Half sister, thank-you-very-much. Our father broke many rules to keep us both alive, in my opinion it was a wasted effort. She’s not worth the air she breathes.
- Fluffy (First friend on Earth) - A wonderful, kind, and intelligent companion. He tells me he currently lives on the streets, and despite being a cat, seems to have low self-esteem. I blame humans for that, but he seems to like you lot, so when he’s around I’ll consider our disagreements to be put on hold.
- SiEnAm #124 (present only for the intro arc) - It would be said “SEA-124” in English, and I’m not going to tell you what it stands for. This was the group of explorers that I was with when we came to Earth. Our goal was not originally to make contact or diplomatic relations with Earth, but actually to harvest resources from the Gas Giants of this solar system. We didn’t even know there was life here until we reached your solar system and our sensors were in range to pick up your signals.

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Sample Post: (In 3rd person now)

yeah he talks to cats

Some time after the intro arc, but before getting involved in any other arc yet.

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Micha sat on the edge of the roof and looked out at the horizon, broken and blocked by the other tall buildings around him. A soft mew to his left signaled the arrival of Fluffy, the lovely Tabby cat sitting down next to him for a few seconds before beginning to purr.

As always, Micha was surprised at how much simpler yet refined the language of the cats was compared to the mess that humanity preferred to use. The two exchanged their greetings, and then Fluffy began telling him a story, about what his life was like only a year before, as an alley cat on the streets of the city called New Haven. Micha couldn’t understand it, but he felt like he shared much with this being. They way they both grew up, the way they made their own paths…

And now they were friends.

”Fluffy?” Micha purred as his companion’s story came to a halt, ending with the moments just before they first met. ”Would you like to know about my life? The same way you told me of yours?” The response was immediate, and positive. Fluffy lay down as Micha began telling the story in much the same way Fluffy started his.

”Well, my father was an absent figure in my life, much the same as it was for you. He was a wanderer, and a fool. Sometimes I wonder if he’s even alive anymore, and then remember that I don’t care. The same way he didn’t care about me, or my mother.” Micha paused as he tried to pick words that seemed less harsh. ”He was a brilliant man, but had his values out of order. He ended up choosing ‘adventure’ over his obligations to his family or his people.”

He couldn’t think of anything else to say about his father at the moment, the man really was a blank, so he went on to talk about the rest of his family. ”My mother raised me until I was 10, and then she died. I’m not sure how, or exactly why, but I was told that it was for the better. I was taken in by the mother of my younger half-sibling, and she never spoke of either of my parents, but treated me as if I were her own child. My sister and I do not ‘get along’, she’s far too rebellious and independent. People like that don’t live to see adulthood in our society.” He had to pause as a thought came to mind, something he’d heard his sister say before: ”Or so I’d been led to believe.”

There was something about this planet, the people here and how different their society was from the structured paradise he’d grown up in. This place was chaos, a total lack of control over any aspect of daily life, and yet the majority of humans seemed happy like this, even though that same majority most likely doesn’t know what their future holds for them even within the next week.

Fluffy mewed curiously at Micha’s sudden stop, and all he could do was sigh. His mind was suddenly too jumbled to talk of home, and he told Fluffy as much shortly. Strangely, his friend seemed to understand as he uncurled himself and stretched, padding away with a soft goodbye. Micha knew his friend would be back again tomorrow, he always was. Perhaps by then he’d have his own thoughts straightened out.

He stood too as the sun started falling behind the line of buildings to the west, getting his orientation back by that knowledge. What remained of his ship was about an hour's walk north of the city now, he’d hidden it in a cave so no rouge human could stumble upon it and try to take it away. He’d already had to deal with getting some of the pieces back from the government of this ‘country’, he really didn’t want to have to deal with that again. Humans really were chaotic and disorderly, they couldn’t even get along with each other, separating themselves into groups on their own planet. So, how could they ever possibly get along with or understand any alien races?

@Vesuvius00

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

So. Here it is, my attempt at a character sheet.

Styx Stone

Character you have created: Styx "Bonebreaker" Stone

Alias: Spectre Overdrive

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using): Medium Spring Green (00FA9A)

Character Alignment: 90's Anti Hero Extravaganza

Identity: Unknown to the public, but not kept secret.

Character Personality: While not malevolent, Styx's personality is chaotic and, to say the least, not quite like that of a human. Emotions blend and intertwine with each other, and swing wildly from one extreme to the next. Oftentimes, he is manic and inexplicably happy, with a perpetual presence of a trademark hyperactivity. Though impulsive and naive in many areas, he occasionally displays an odd sense of cunning, revealing that he is not as idiotic as he appears. The latter, however is commonly suppressed by his inability to organize his thoughts, and by extent, his actions. Despite a myriad of unflattering traits, Styx is well-meaning, and is disinterested in harming anyone who does not deserve it, though his overall concept of morality (provided he actually has one) may differ wildly from that of the living, most glaring example being that he considers death as something trivial and common. Generally, he seems to be operating on a simple set of likes, dislikes and duties.

Uniform/costume: Styx dons a high-collared leather bodysuit, with numerous belts and spikes attached throughout it, leaving only his hands and head exposed. The suit is not made out of conventional matter, but from Spectral World materials, and can thus reform along with its' owner. Additionally, an engine resembling an infernal mix between a V-8 and a bike engine sticks out of his back and can be occasionally seen glowing faintly and expelling fumes even when not in use, reacting based on its' hosts' mood.

Hider

Origin Info/Details:

Beyond the borders of the universe and the countless dimensions it houses, there lies a realm of madness. A realm that from a distance seems human, but upon closer inspection is anything but. The Realm of the Mad Dead, also known as the Spectral World. Most certainly not an afterlife, and not quite an underworld, this plane is home to a myriad of different creatures, the vast majority of them being members of the walking dead. While they are most definitely dead and loving it, not all of them recall ever having been alive, though such trivial matters do not concern the good folk of ol' Spooktown. With eternity at the palms of their spectral hands, and being dead to begin with, they spend their days pursuing the simple pleasures in death, such as ripping each other to shreds over and over and organizing demented events that seem like crude, nonsensical copies of their human counterparts.

Styx Stone was once a simple spectre, by far the most common creature of the Realm, spending his days like most of his kin. His entire unlife changed, however, the moment he found what seemed to be an engine placed right outside of his dwelling. Despite trying to get rid of it numerous times in the days that followed, it always seemed to return, waiting in a place just out of sight before Styx once again ran into it. Having grown weary of the contraption inexplicably appearing in the most inconvenient of times, he brought it to what may very well be the only functioning organization in the entire dimension, a group of scholars named The Crypt Keepers. They were more shocked to find to find the Engine out of its' underground vault than anything else, and after a quick clarification, it was made clear by them that the contraption had chosen Styx to become the Spectre Overdrive, a protector of inter-planar balance and representative of the Spectral World.

Hero Type: Supernatural/Speedster

Power Level: City at base level, upper limits unknown.

Powers:

Member of the Mad Dead: Even though bound to the material realm, Styx still retains every property of a spectre. Most importantly, being dead to begin with, and with no underworld to go to, he can reform from virtually anything that manages to injure him, making him ridiculously durable. He is also far more agile than a common human, and is unable to feel tiredness or fatigue.

Overdrive Engine: A marvel of mystical engineering, the mysterious Overdrive Engine is Styx's source of power and the single most prized artifact of the Spectral World. It has the property to open the gates between the planes and imbues its' owner with a set of powers, most prominent being the ability to "Crank" it up to increase the user's strength, durability and speed, and allows him to interact with different dimensions.

• Crank: Styx's most used ability takes the form of a violent revving up in the Overdrive Engine, followed by a flash of green light and an equally violent expulsion of a glowing ethereal substance. With every Crank that occurs, his strength and durability increase noticeably, while his speed and agility see dramatic improvements. Higher Crank levels require constant concentration and willpower, as well as effort to maintain and activate, and Styx often feels "funny" when staying in them for too long.
• Displacement: Despite being composed out of mystical elements, Styx manages to maintain his presence on earth with the power of the Engine. This makes him not fully affected by the laws of physics. Some times, depending on his control over the Engine, he seems to be extremely difficult to be moved by external influences, while others he can be seen running on vertical surfaces or moving and balancing himself in ways that'd normally be impossible.
• True Sight: Numerous spiritual planes overlap with the material universe, and Styx is able to see many of them at the same time. What may seem like crazy talk, or simply "seeing things" could very well be an honest observation.
• Volatility: Much like everything else in the Spectral World, the Engine is highly volatile even when uncranked, and the powers it can display, as well as their magnitude may differ wildly from one moment to the next.
• Maximum Overdrive: While never having reached it, it is believed that when Styx cranks the engine enough times, he may enter a state of Maximum Overdrive. It is uncertain what happens then.

Attributes:

Height: 6'6"
Weight: 154 lb. plus 132 lb. from the Overdrive Engine.
Strength Level: 1 ton at base level, upper limit unknown.
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 40 mph at base level, upper limit unknown.
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Unlimited.
Agility: 15X Human level at base level, upper limit unknown.
Intelligence: Seemingly Average.
Fighting Skill: With the Spectral World's natural state being that of constant turmoil, Styx has become an expert combatant, even though he has never been formally trained.

Resources: Minimal

Weaknesses:

A Good Enough Beating: Styx has reported feeling "kinda weird" after overwhelming assaults and seems noticeably weakened after certain encounters.

Ultra-Fallible: Styx's greatest weakness perhaps comes from within. He is disorganized, even flat-out idiotic most times, and that shows. He may find himself fighting while his reason to do so has been destroyed or otherwise rendered moot, and even worse, more often than not his numerous antics serve to bring about his own defeat.

Supporting Characters/Locations:

Istvan's Dragon: An abandoned bar with a long and bloody history, it is now forbidden territory.

Johnny Dough: A kind old homeless man, seemingly the one and only squatter inside Istvan's Dragon.

Clara and Roger: Two spectres that are among the very few who can almost influence the material world. They are commonly invisible and unable to interact with it directly, only producing poltergeist effects. Clara is a calm, yet excessively bitter and hateful twenty-year old punk while Roger is a scruffy, gangling, yet mellow and friendly former trucker.

Realm of the Mad Dead: A place where human logic is a concept just as laughable as nonviolence, "Ol' Spooktown" as its' inhabitants call it, is a dimension completely cut off from the rest of the universe save for a few gateways in the Earth's material plane. A nightmarish cross between a seventies horror comic and the fever dreams of a coked up rocker, it is an endless expanse of forests, physics-defying mountains, highways, castles, bars and god knows what else.


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Not when I shift to...

Sample Post:

Hider

Ride the Lightning

"Are you relaxed, Styx?" Asked a hooded figure. Its' skin was pale white and shriveled, tightly stretching around his wiry body. Tufts of wispy black hair escaped the confines of his hood and waved around as the creature moved around the vault.

"Eh, as much as I can be, y'know?"

The leather-clad ghost slipped his hand inside his collar and rubbed the back of his neck as he scanned the chamber. It was a medieval-looking sort of place, with square chunky stones, smoothed by the passage of time, laid from the floor to the arched ceiling. Ancient-looking shelves and cupboards were overflowing with tomes, scrolls and all sorts of peculiar artifacts, illuminated by a couple of sufficiently bright chandeliers, burning with an unnatural white flame. What caught Styx's attention most was the massive circular door from where he came. Fully metallic and adorned with flowing, abstract depictions of graves, skulls and disembodied spirits, it seemed heavy enough to withstand fifty trucks crashing straight at it in quick succession.

Styx started paying no heed to his surroundings as he stared into the eye sockets of the large, skull-shaped lock protruding from the door's center, but quickly jolted back into his senses as he remembered the matter at hand. He was barely aware of a second figure frantically fiddling with the Engine and mumbling to itself at the back of the room. Twisting in his stool to meet the hooded corpse, he leaned forward, supporting himself on his knees.

"So, uh... I'm some sorta chosen one? Like in the movies?"

The crypt keeper raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you could... Be considered as such. In loose terms."

The figures' tone was not contemptuous per se, but he was most certainly speaking as if Styx was clueless. To his defense, though, he was. Utterly.

"Wow, huh. Neat. So how'd's this work?

The figure brought his fingertips together, and winced somewhat, unsure of how to explain what would follow.

"Well, the Engine needs to... Bind itself to you- I mean, to... To your spectro-plasmic essence. A harmless procedure, I assure you."

"Aw, @#$%. You're gonna slam it on me 'till it sticks, huh? Hope it don't hurt." Styx slapped his knee and grinned widely, partly amused, partly nervous for what was to come.

The keeper was visibly taken aback, as he did not expect for the spectre to ever realize what was going to happen until it was too late. He soon returned to his slightly condescending tone.

"Does -anything- ever hurt anymore, Styx?

"Yeah, guess you're right. Though you're speaking like you guys've done this thing before. I know you haven't."

The ghoulish custodian raised an eyebrow, this time in surprise.

"That may be true, but I assure you, it is the solemn duty for us Crypt Keepers to guard and study the Engine-" He was interrupted by a loud clatter, as the other robed keeper lifted the contraption clumsily and began walking towards Styx. "-As well as guide and assist the Spectre Overdrive."

Styx's eyes widened at the sound of these words, as his face lit up with childish glee. A sight both precious and disconcerting.

"All seems to be in order, my boy. Are you ready?

The Keeper's voice was now far more serious, and somewhat comforting, rid of its' previous disdain.

"Yup. Do your thing." Styx spoke like it was the most simple thing in the world.

The custodian smiled a warm and honest smile, and spoke, as his partner neared Styx's back.

"What is about to happen here, now, is a moment nothing less than historical. At long last, there shall be a user, a host, for the Overdrive Engine. Your task will be none other than the preservation of balance between the worlds' boundaries, the gates between the planes... And to ensure that no ill will ever befall the spheres of the living... And those of the dead. Just as you are sworn to defend this underworld, as well as every other, so too will you swear to keep the Overworld free from harm, both from the actions of its' own denizens... As well as from the ones Beyond..." The corpse placed its' spindly hand upon the Spectre's shoulder, gazing into his eyes with infinite faith and compassion. "Rise, now Styx. Good luck. And prepare... To ride the lightning."

Styx outstretched his arms and clenched his fists as the Engine was slammed onto his back and the power of the Spectral World itself overflowed within him. The two figures staggered back and covered their eyes as freakish energies shone and crackled, dancing across the room, and knocked down or scorched everything in their wake. The pandemonium grew, and Styx was now hovering in the middle of the vault, his eyes and mouth casting beams of ghostly green light. As the mystical maelstrom reached its' crescendo, blowing everything that wasn't nailed down around the room, he screamed with a resonating voice:

"HELL YEAH MOTHERF-"

A shockwave and a loud sound, similar to that of an explosion covered his words, as the Spectre had vanished in the blink of an eye, along with the surrounding chaos, leaving only a messy room and two dumbfounded figures with equally messy robes behind him.

[edit] I was just informed that supernaturals are no longer allowed, so I'm just going to leave this here to be approved or not, and get to him if/when they're allowed again. Pardon the blunder.

@Turbowraith

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Sure you are! You just love tormenting us!!!!

@Fallenreaper

and your point is.....? ;)

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

I'll be getting some posts up soon

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Considering there was a Ice cream man, who was quite literally Ice Cream, and a Living road in comics. A man who can fire guns from his hands sounds normal. I can't remember if it was DC or Marvel who had the most weird characters.

@VATROU

Firing bullets from your hands pushes it too close to cartoon physics for my comfort

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

How serious do you want my superhero to be, on a scale of grimdark to Captain Bang-Bang, whom is a shapeshifting man who can use his fingers as actual pistolas?

See: Cpt. Bang-Bang



or

@Dadarian

Um...somewhere in the middle?