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

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

Character you have created: Araceli Holguín y Muguruza (Or, simply Araceli Holguín in Yanqui naming conventions)

Alias: N/A. Araceli embraces being superpowered as part of her rocker life, and makes no attempt at hiding that she has powers.

@Megsychan

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

Even from his perch above the crime scene, the smoke that billowed from the remains of the 16th Precinct burned Lyger's lungs, and the smell of burning rubble and melting tar stung his nostrils. He watched from afar as rescue workers combed the scene, pulling body after body from the rubble. He watched as stunned paramedics loaded black bag after black bag into the backs of ambulances, which then drove off, carrying the remains of someone who would never make it home.

It was a familiar scene, one that he had seen repeated here again for the sixth time this night. At each site, a school bus loaded with explosives had driven into a building, causing a massive explosion that leveled the target building. The first location that had been struck was the city's central fire station, then the local state police barracks, followed by a Sheriff's Department sub station, an apartment building, City Hall, and now this, the 16th Precinct of the Crown Ridge Police Department. To Lyger, the simultaneous attacks had two purposes. The attacks on law enforcement, city government, and the fire department were meant to destabilize the city and slow down any response by those departments. The attack on the apartment building was meant to incite fear in the population.

It worked.

The tension in the air was palpable. In the wake of the attacks, the city was on edge, and Lyger knew that all it would need to descend into chaos was the just the slightest push. He alsoAs he knew that he had to act fast to keep it from coming to that. Having seen enough from his perch on the rooftop overlooking the scene of the crime, he surveyed the scene one last time before he activated the com link in his mask.

“Whisper, tell me you've got something.” He said, unable to mask the anger in his voice.

“Nothing yet boss.” Came her reply. “The only thing we know is that the buses seem to have left from the same location, east of the attacks.” She finished after a momentary pause.

“Well, that's something. I'll look into it. See if you can narrow down the location of the launch point, and I'll see what I can find.” He told her as he made his way across the rooftop.

“I'm on it.” Whisper said as the communication was cut.

From there, Lyger made his way to the corner of the rooftop, just above the alley where he had hidden his motorcycle. He took a deep breath and dove off the roof of the three story building, completely a forward flip and landing in a crouching position, thankful for the upgrades to the impact dampeners that Harry had installed in his boots before he retired. He then climbed on the bike, and started it up before riding off into the city, hoping to find any clues as to the identity of the person, or persons responsible for these attacks.

***

Meanwhile

Emma Jones sat behind the news desk waiting for the countdown until they resumed their live coverage of the attacks in Crown Ridge. As a seasoned news anchor for WCR News Center 5, Emma had reported on her fair share of horrifying and tragic stories. However, something about these most recent attacks was different. It almost felt as if this were just the beginning of some nightmare, if this was only the opening volley in a war that would tax the very souls of the people of Crown Ridge, and beyond.

“Chuck, how are we doing on that refill?” she asked, lifting her empty coffee mug toward the producer. “If we're going to keep going like this, I need my fix.”
“Joey, would you please get Emma her fucking coffee?” Chuck responded. “We're going live again in one minute.”

As the crew rushed around making last second preparations for the broadcast to resume, the studio door opened and a figure slipped onto the sound stage. The slender man was wearing a long black overcoat and a Crown Ridge Reapers cap, and did what he could to stay out of the way.
“Okay people, 10 seconds.” Chuck announced. Then, after several seconds began the countdown to going live. “And 5..4..3..2..” then he pointed to Emma, indicating that they were live.

“Welcome back to WCR News Center 5, I'm Emma Jones and we're continuing the coverage of the multiple bombings that rocked Crown Ridge earlier this evening. If you're just joining us, six locations throughout the city were bombed earlier tonight in what authorities are calling a brazen act of terror. We're told that Jose Gutierrez has more information from the Crown Ridge Police Department's 16th Precinct, which of course was one of the locations hit in this attack.”

“Terror? Oh, you don't know the first thing about terror.” The slender man in the ball cap said loudly from the corner of the studio where he had been biding his time. He stepped forward removing his cap, and for the first time those in the studio saw his jaundiced yellow skin and his sunken black eyes. “But, if you bare with me, you will.”

One of the stage hands rushed toward Insomnia, however, before he could grab the madman, Insomnia reached into his overcoat and produced a buck knife. Before the stage hand could react, the blade pierced the side of his neck, and with one quick motion, the intruder pulled the knife from the front of his throat, nearly decapitating the man where he stood. He stood over the man's body for a moment, a sinister sneer etched on his face as the rest of the studio stood in stunned silence. Then, he looked up from his handiwork and began slowly striding toward the news desk.

“You see, some people might say that I'm insane. But...I...I assure you that I am not.” He spoke as he moved toward the news desk. “The truth is, things have never been more clear to me. This world is diseased. Violence, corruption, government overreach, they are all simply symptoms of a greater truth.” He said as he reached the desk. Emma Jones looked up at him, choking on fear as he began to gently stoke her long blonde hair. Then, he began to run the dull side of the blade down her cheek.

“The truth is, the world is a nightmare. And I'm here to...” He paused. “Wake. You. Up.”

“Who...who are you?” Emma, finally channeling some of her years of investigative reporting asked.

“Oh...didn't you know?” He asked feigning hurt. “I am.....

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

<Snipped quote by VATROU>

Pretty much that. I also know there are a few players who dub in the supernatural and other genres which allow your character to cross paths with them whenever you want. I know I have a werewolf that's involved in that stuff, and I'm slowly trying to back on his feet again. Had an extreme case of motivation block since most of the players he was attached to ended up becoming overwhelmed with real-life or dropped the rp suddenly. I swear, if I didn't know better I think Ben had the plague or something.

@Fallenreaper

No,not the plague.

Just fleas.

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

I'm working on a few things. I'll get them up when I can. Dealing with some stuff right now which is not making me want to write (which seems to happen a lot these days...)

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

Previously on CAH: roleplayerguild.com/topics/143799-cre…

Scott remained on bended knee as he waited for Alexa's answer. Each agonizing second that passed felt like an eternity. In all of his life, he couldn't remember a moment in which he felt more vulnerable than he did in this instant, waiting on a one word answer that would forever alter his life, fore better or worse. He looked up to Alexa, who was standing frozen in place, her eyes bulging out of her head and her hands covering her mouth as she gazed at the diamond ring that he was presenting to her. The agonizing seconds continued to pass, and Scott was beginning to second guess himself when Alexa finally spoke.

“Yes.” She said. “Yes.” her words coming between bursts of tearful laughter.

Relief washed over Scott as his question had finally been answered. He gently took her hand and placed the ring on her finger before getting back up on his feet and taking Alexa in a tight embrace. He held her in that embrace for several moments before he pulled away and looked her directly in the eyes before they leaned into one another for a long kiss.

***

The Next Day

She said yes. Icon thought as he soared through the skies above Lost Haven. The events of the previous night kept replaying in his head, even as he flew upward, performed a vertical half turn and went back the other way.

“She said YES!” He shouted in glee, though due to his speed and altitude, no one would be able to hear him.

His thoughts kept going back to the night before: His fear, his proposal, more fear, the agonizing wait, and then, mercifully, her affirmative answer. After the proposal, they had gone back down into the club to share the good news. Jenny had been down in the back office with Eric when they broke the news, Eric, naturally wanted to celebrate and began planning a big party, which, to anyone who knew Eric should not have been a surprise. Jenny's reaction was slightly more subdued, she gave both her big brother and future sister-in-law a big hug and told them “It's about fucking time!”

However, the sounds of gunshots and people screaming pulled him back into the present. It took him a moment to pinpoint the source of the disturbance, but when he did he made a slight course correction and made his way toward Chinatown, which had had it's fair share of issues in recent months, gang wars and explosions that nearly destroyed the entire neighborhood were some of the more recent troubles that they had been forced to deal with as of late.

What now? Icon asked himself. However, as he arrived on the scene he saw what the problem was, and he couldn't believe it. He saw the new Aquilifer, who he had briefly met when he and several other heroes teamed up to bring an end to the threat posed by Nightmare. And he was not alone, instead he was doing battle with someone who looked very much like Terrance Stamp dressed as one of his most iconic roles, that of the rogue Kryptonian General in the original Superman movie. However, Aquilifer wasn't just fighting the man, he appeared to be serenading him as well.

“......UPTOWN GIRL!!!”

“What the...?”

However, that wasn't all. Once Aquilifer had brought “Not Zod” back to the ground, Icon saw the appearance of a giant animated mouse with a clenched fist and bad intentions.

“You've gotta be shitting me...” Icon said as he touched down in the center of the conflict.

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

Since the dawn of civilization, mankind has tried to harness the power of the sun. From growing crops, to using solar energy to heat homes and eventually, producing the very electricity that would make the entire world run, the sun was instrumental in mankind's development. For centuries, mankind had toiled to duplicate the sun's power, and in some cases, improve upon it. They have strived to find a better way to power the world, with clean, renewable energy that could keep entire cities powered for generations to come. While they had made incredible strides toward this lofty goal, they had, up until this point, failed.

That is, until someone had managed a breakthrough that did just that.

Under the watchful eye of Richard Midas, engineers and scientists for Midas Industries finally made a breakthrough. They had created a device, which they had nicknamed Daybreak, which was in reality a revolutionary reactor, no larger than a standard car battery, which could produce enough energy to power an entire city for hundreds of years. The device, which Midas Industries had developed in secret was worth billions of dollars, and although the company had gone to great lengths to keep the development of the technology a secret; at least until its official unveiling, when a company as large as Midas Industries is involved, there are sure to be leaks on some level.

For months there were whispers of a secret new technology that would potentially change the entire world, though the details were typically vague. This did not pose a problem for those who had the desire, or the desperation for a sudden windfall which would be the end result of securing and then selling whatever this new technology may be.

“Alright, the convoy should be rounding the corner at 1st and Tremont Avenue in 3..2..now.” One such man, the mercenary known only as Stinger said to his partners as he watched the convoy of vehicles make their way toward their destination.

Stinger had once been a feared man. The very mention of his name would send shivers down the spines of just about anyone in the know. However, he was now less than an afterthought. After a brief run in with Icon which led to a lengthy incarceration, he had become something of a cautionary tale at best, and an absolute joke at worst. It seemed that time had passed him by, and with the emergence of newer, more efficient, and much more effective mercenaries such as War-Pulse and even the mysterious man known as The Prophet, Stinger had been quietly retired from the profession. Not for a lack of interest on his part, sadly, it was due to a lack of interest among those doing the hiring. However, once this job was finished, all of his problems would be behind him.

“And go.” Stinger instructed his partners. On his orders, there was a sudden explosion in the front passenger side wheel well of the transport truck as one of his men had blown out the tire with a single high caliber round.

With the tire blown out, the driver of the transport truck lost control of the vehicle. He frantically spun the wheel while slamming on the breaks in an attempt to regain control enough to avoid careening into other vehicles or worse, pedestrians in the roads or even on the sidewalks. Mercifully, the driver was able to bring the rig to a halt before it injured anyone. However, no sooner had the big rig come to a halt then it was beset upon by the very men who had caused it to careen out of control. The driver's side door was forced open, and the driver found the muzzle of a pistol in his face.

“Open it.” The gunman said, motioning to the back door of the truck.

“I can't.” The driver told him, nearly choking on his own words.

“What do you mean, 'you can't?'” The gunman demanded as he thrust the gun into the driver's face for emphasis.

“I don't have access to it. They loaded the truck and locked it when they were done. The only people that have keys are at the drop off location.” The driver explained in a panic.

“It's no problem.” Stinger said into the earpiece that the gunman wore. “We've got it covered.”

“Fine.” The gunman said before pistol whipping the driver, knocking him senseless. “Do yourself a favor, don't get up.”

As the gunman moved around to the back of the rig, he saw his contact, Stinger, standing at the rear doors with another man, whom he assumed was the third member of their triumvirate, who he had never actually laid eyes on before this moment. Stinger was directing the man who was attempting to cut through the back doors with some sort of torch. Suddenly, there was a sudden gust of wind, and a blue and silver blur whizzed by, and in the blink of an eye, the man with the torch was gone.

“What the-?!” The gunman wasn't able to finish his sentence before the blue and silver blur snatched him up as well.

“Oh no...not again.” Stinger cried out as he turned and started to run.

He didn't get very far before Icon landed on the street in front of him. As he looked upon the hero, his mind was flooded with memories of the last time he had crossed paths with Icon, and the long incarceration that followed. For Stinger, a return to prison was not an option. For an instant, he cursed himself for returning to Lost Haven, to the one place on the planet that he was most likely to run into the accursed hero.

Then he turned and ran.

Abandoning any sense of self respect in favor of self preservation, Stinger ran with everything he had. In fact, he had never run faster. He had managed to make it about a half a block when he suddenly felt a pair of powerful hands grip him by the back of his shirt, and then his stomach dropped as he suddenly shot skyward.

“You know, I really don't have time for this.” Icon said, before securing the mercenary to a nearby telephone pole along with his partners, and then disappearing into the bright blue sky.

***

The music pulsed throughout packed halls of The Hub. On the dance floor, people are moving in rhythm with the music. Bodies are grinding together to the sounds of 90's R&B. The newly reopened nightclub had seen a boon in business, as it appeared that the crowds just wanted something to make them forget about the recent events, not only in the city, but all across the country. In fact, it seemed that the Hounds of Humanity attack in this very club just over a month ago was a distant memory.

Among the crowd on the dance floor, Scott and Alexa moved together, their bodies pressing against one another as an old Keith Sweat tune reverberated through the club. As they danced, Scott couldn't help but to think back to the first time he had officially met her. It had been just after the rag tag group of heroes had ended the threat posed by Dr. Diplodoc and his “meta domes.” Scott had been talking to Eric when he noticed her at the bar, and though she was not in her costume, something about her just tipped him off to the fact that this beautiful young woman sitting at his bar was the same woman that he had fought side by side with during the crisis. Perhaps it was the way she gingerly brought her glass to her lips, or the way she seemed to lean slightly to one side as she favored her injured ribs. However, he was shocked when he approached her, and she greeted him, making it known that she had also deduced his identity.

As the song came to an end, Scott pulled Alexa closer to him and held her for a moment. After several beats the music began anew, and Scott took Alexa's hand. He looked deep into her eyes and beckoned for her to follow him. He led her by the hand off of the dance floor and across the club to door that lead to the club's office, as well as the stairwell that led up to Scott's apartment. He took her past the door to his apartment, and led her up the stairway to the roof. As they moved away from the rooftop doorway, they were met with a slightly brisk breeze. The night was clear without a cloud in the sky, and the massive super moon illuminated the city's skyline like a large night light. They walked over to the edge of the building and looked out over the city as Scott stepped slightly behind Alexa and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him.

The view is better from my place.” Alexa teased as she leaned back against him. Though she may have been teasing him, it was true. From the balcony of her apartment, which was located on the fifty third floor of the high rise apartment building, she could see then entire eastern half of Lost Haven, all the way to the Atlantic.

It was a breathtaking view indeed.
“Without a doubt.” Scott agreed. As he leaned into her, the sweet smell of vanilla and coconut caught his attention. The aroma was heavenly, and as he held Alexa against his chest, he found himself in a moment that he never wanted to end.

“I love you.” Scott said, breaking a momentary silence.

“I love you too.” Alexa replied.

Scott gave her a slight squeeze and then let go of her. He took a step to to the left of her and then another step forward, bringing himself shoulder to shoulder with her as they both looked out over the neighborhood.

“Hey, I have a question for you.” Scott said casually.

“I have an answer.” Alexa said jokingly. She turned to face Scott, who had gotten down on one knee and held out a small box which was open, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

“Will you marry me?”

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

So that didn't work out. I got a good portion of a post done, but I have run out of time. I hope to have it done in the next day or so

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

alright, hoping to have something posted either tomorrow or Monday. I got started on something and then hit a brick wall.

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

posts coming soon