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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Runner V

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Character you have created
Jamar Chambers

ALIAS: Runner V
SPEECH COLOR: Plum
CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: WTL
IDENTITY: Secret to all who are not part of the network of runners.

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Jamar is an optimist and an idealist. He believes in the good of all people but holds no reservations about the inconsistencies of that goodness. Unafraid to speak his mind and defiant of authority, Jamar finds himself at odds with villains and law-abiding heroes alike. Loyal to his causes and the immediate people around him, he prioritizes them above everyone and everything else.

When he was younger he was quite temperamental: prone to fighting, quick to anger, believing he was always right and distancing himself from those who disagreed. With age--though not much--and experiences few in similar positions possess, Jamar has what his callousness gets him. He’s seen how it hurts people and how what he once believed was brave: being the first to act, treating all tact and necessary caution with abandon, not listening to those wiser than himself, he now knows all these things make him not only a terrible hero but a terrible man.

He has not lost all his fire, but it has been tempered by the world and he is beginning to understand how to use his temper and his powers as tools instead of allowing them to devour him.

UNIFORM A collection of hoodies, makeshift masks--usually homemade half coverings that leave only the eyes exposed--bandanas, jeans, and whatever the newest shoes are. He mixes and matches according to the task at hand. Or--what is more likely--how well he feels his outfit coordinates.

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_ORIGIN

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Santana and Shanice Chambers fled Apartheid in the early 80s and made their way to the United States in the mid 90s after staying with their grandparents in Cuba for much of the preceding decade. Relocating to St. Louis’ eastside not long after giving birth to Jamar and his sister Camille, the two became activists in the local community.

It is through their ground work they learn of their other history: they are both the children of former Runners: A worldwide syndicate of African, African-American, Native, and Indigenous couriers who, since some time in the 16th century, delivered food, weapons, money, and provided general protection to and for disenfranchised and disinvested marginal communities.

Their children, like so many others in their city and the nation at large, spend their childhoods in various parts of the world: Kaliningrad, Osaka, Benin, Beirut, Jaipur, Lampang. They are taught the intricacies of what their superiors term “the network”: when Jamar and Camille are of age--no later than their 21st birthday--they are inducted as official members and given a callsign, then stationed in a specific part of the U.S. Camille found herself in Chicago and Jamar, given recent events within the city, is tasked with building a new branch of runners in Lost Haven, Maine.

SEASON 1 & 2 SUMMARY None.
HERO TYPE Acrobat
POWER LEVEL Street/Cosmic

POWERS

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AN OVERVIEW It is speculated all Runners are powered in some form. The specific origins of Jamal’s powers are unknown, but he tells the story in the mode of dream: while kids in Benin, Jamar and Camille were playing in the forests and wandered too deep. Bark turned black, etchings of a great spider embedded the face of every tree. The sky above pitched from day to dark, a brood swarm and a creature 80 feet tall with eyes white as clouds towered above them. He said his name was Anansi. He wanted to tell them a story about mischievous children and evil adults. A deep sleep came over them and when they woke, they were paralyzed, bitten, and the Great Spider said only this before he vanished: Ai ghi mi’eve kevb’obalọ. No one evil will prevail.

• PLANEWALKING: Jamar can transverse any surface--no matter its state--as though it is solid. Air, water, magic surfaces, low density surfaces, etc. This does not mean he is immune to the effects of said surface; lava would still eat his flesh, a primarily electric surface would still shock him, so on and so forth.
• DIMENSIONAL TRAVEL: Jamar can transition between interplanar spaces and return himself to this dimension. He usually only uses this ability only when he has to deliver something to interdimensional beings. He needs a physical tether for this ability and if something happened to this tether he would be trapped in whatever plane he was in forever unless he could establish another.
• FLOW: Anansi’s blessings give him supernatural dexterity. He can bend, twist, leap, flip, roll, dodge, slide, and contort his body in ways most humans and many superhumans cannot. This ability to chain his body’s mechanisms together so effortlessly makes him incredibly hard to hit, but does not give him supernatural speed.
• MARTIAL ARTS: He is a skilled combatant, though no master of any styles. Kickboxing, Muay Thai, Aikido, and freestyle wrestling comprise his martial ability and he is most practiced in kickboxing and aikido.

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HEIGHT: 6’3
WEIGHT: 210
STRENGTH He has above average strength for a human thanks to his profession but it does not allow him to perform abnormal feats of might. Most of his physical vigor is used to keep himself hanging onto or leaping across discordant surfaces without injuring himself.
MOBILITY Superhuman. His body’s muscular chain sequence is never rigid and he progresses through and connects movements well above the world’s greatest gymnasts or athletes.
INTELLIGENCE -1 INT modifier. He is far better at improvisation than he is at formal thinking skills like mathematics or physics.
FIGHTING SKILL Practiced. He has knowledge of many schools but is a steady practitioner of four and has profound skill in just two.
RESOURCES The Wreck: A collection of safehouses across the world where Runners can meet, exchange packages, rest, or resupply.
Twin katanas: Standard Japanese cutting swords.
Twin mambele: Curved blades from Central and Southern Africa designed to catch, pull, and parry opposing shields, swords, and chained weapons. Excellent at not only cutting but also controlling and disabling limbs with the curve of the sword.

WEAKNESSES Despite his gifts, he is still human. He can be injured or killed in any way a regular human can. He still has to eat, sleep, breathe, etc. The dangerous nature of his job means he is always in peril and a few broken bones in the right places could mean the end of his career.

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Len “Uncle” Woo: An elderly Chinese man and one of the first American Runners; beloved in the local north Asian community in New York and Baltimore. He and several other elders form the unofficial leadership structure of the Runners’ American network. Stubborn, prone to much drunken storytelling, still believes he is 21 in body and mind.

Camille Chambers: Jamar’s older sister and closest confidant. Calm, confident, and always sure of herself, she and Jamar are opposites in this respect. She has garnered a reputation for herself as a Runner on Chicago’s west side and amassed a level of folklore around herself as her Parklawn neighborhood’s protector. It is a fame she accepts proudly and mentions whenever she can. With the recent passing of the Chambers’ parents, the two have grown much closer.

Quentin “Major” Simms: A middle aged Black American man who is Jamar’s op partner and field mentor. He was the first Runner to train Jamar and Camille in the conduct, tenets, and laws of the network and the first person to teach the siblings how to free run, proper stealth technique, and an untold number of other things. The closest thing to a father figure the two have had in the wake of their biological father’s death.

Mama St. Clair: A Hatian woman and successor to the fabled Voodoo Queen of New Orleans, Marie Leveau, she is the oldest Runner alive though few know her age. It is speculated she is just under three hundred years old. Secretive but no shadow, she presides over the supernatural affairs of the Runner network from her base of operations in New Orleans’ French Quarter and her connections span all 50 states. A supremely powerful mystic, she is feared by many, respected by all who know her, and revered with godlike reverence among Black communities nationwide.

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Steps silent, still pulsing violent against rooftop concrete. White and red shozoku leapt and rolled like water. Only feet ahead was a breathless kid, heart and head gongs against their cages, a butter baritone leaking from his left side,

“I told you this wasn’t what you thought it was, youngin!” the Major’s confidence buoyed his own settled fear,
”I damn sure didn’t think it was this!” one hand pressed down and his body horizontal when Jamar vaulted over a railing,
“Nobody does! Jump on three!”
”I know we not making it to three!”
“You’re right!” one gathering step, two, and both men pushed off the edge and soared across a crevice whose abyss below was concrete and likely worse than an actual void. Voids didn’t break bones, at least.
”They still ain’t stopping!” Jamar decried the obvious; Major craned his head around at their pursuers who moved as one. Like lilies and lilacs.

“Well, tired of running?” Major spoke through haunched breaths
”As hell!” he grabbed hold of Jamal’s shoulders,
“Time to make that thing you do, do what it does!” Major’s superior strength forced them both off the next ledge and then down--down so far in a fall so long Jamar wasn’t sure they would hit the ground. They bounced and rolled on pockets of solidified air; Major broke the landing without any recognizable injury. He pushed Jamal off and stood,
“Get up, rookie. We just got started!”
”Fuck you mean ‘just got started’? We been running for hours.”
“Uh huh.”
”Uh huh? UH HUH? Where is this thing supposed to go again?”
“Alaska.” he deadpanned,
”ALASKA? Nah, nah. Call Uncle Woo right now!”
“Relax, youngin, just to Chicago.”
”We in Baltimore!”
“Better get that ass to running then, huh?” Major smiled and snatched the package from Jamar’s hands. He took off into the night,
”Aye, hold up! You just gone leave me?”
“We’re going to the same place, so leaving is subjective. I like to think of it as you losing to an old man. Double time, young fella!” and Major bounded across a set of monkey bars in a park before his silhouette was awash in distant street lights.

Jamar followed suit, pulling the black bandana and black hood over his face and head respectively. Welcome to the show, Mr. Chambers. Your death certificate is on the left.

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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Joren and Kelsa rejoined the others inside of Breia's home where the aroma of freshly brewed caf filled the air. Dono, Nyna, and Breia sat around the small wooden table in the corner of the room having a conversation, which judging by how fast the room fell silent when they entered the room, Joren and Kelsa both knew that it must have involved them. Joren looked at the trio and saw the playing cards scattered on the table, and for the first time since before they left Nar Shaddaa, a smile crept across his face.

“Sabaac?” Joren asked as he went over to the kitchen counter and poured a cup of caf for himself and another for Kelsa.

“You in?” Dono asked.

“Do you have to ask?” Joren replied as he took a seat next to his friend.

“You know, it's a good thing you came in when you did. You really don't want to be out there too long after dark, the Sand People have been really active lately.-” Breia said with a pause. “-I was about to send the Mando out after you.”

“Sand People?” Kelsa asked.

“Natives around here. They're more like animals. You don't want to be anywhere near them.” Breia told her.

“Alright, enough about that. We're safe here, right?-” Nyna chimed in. When Breia nodded in the affirmative, a crooked grin crossed her face. “-Alright then, let's play.”

***

Joren was awoken in the middle of the night by the sound of some sort of disturbance outside of the house. He could hear the sounds of a guttural in the distance, then there were screams, and blaster fire. Though he couldn't tell exactly how far away the sounds were, he knew that they were close.

He sprang from the bed that he had been sharing with Kelsa, and bound to the front door. When he reached the living quarters, he found that Dono and Nyna were already there, and Breia entered just behind him. Dono and Nyna were looking out the windows searching for the source of the sounds, which seemed to be getting closer.

“What's going on?” Joren asked as Kelsa finally joined the others in the living quarters.

“That's them, the Sand People. They must have ambushed someone near here.” Breia said calmly, though Joren could feel her fear.

“It's alright, they can't get in here.-” Joren said trying to reassure her, before a terrifying thought entered his mind. “-They can't get in here, can they?”

“Oh, they probably could if they wanted to. But they don't typically attack big structures like a home.” Breia told him.

“Oh, well, at least we've got that going for us.” Kelsa said from the back of the room.

However, as suddenly as the cries of the Sand People began, they grew silent. The foursome stood in silence as they each listened intently, but heard nothing.

As they looked out of the windows searching for any signs of the Sand People, Dono put his helmet, which he had been holding in his hand, on. He looked through his HUD, which had amazing low light visibility capabilities and began scanning the desert in front of Breia's home.

“I've got something.” He said as he noticed a lone figure who was stumbling as he made his way to the house. “He's coming this way.” Dono announced.

"Can you tell what it is?" Joren asked.

"Human, I think...and he seems to be hurt." Dono told him.

They watched as the figure got closer to Breia's home, now close enough to be seen even in the dark, it was obvious that Dono's initial estimation was correct. Whoever this man was, he was hurt.

"Open the door." Joren said finally as neared the front entrance.

"You can't be serious." Kelsa said. “It's too dangerous, you cant go out there.”

"She's right Joren, the Sand People are too close. We can't risk it." Nyna added.

"He needs help, he'll die out there."Joren pleaded.

"Better him than us." Dono told him.

"I'm going out there, and I'm bringing him in here. I'm not going to let him die." Joren said, determined.

"Joren, no...." Kelsa begged.

"Breia, open the door." Joren said.

Breia looked to Kelsa and Nyna who silently pleaded with her not to open the door,however, when she looked at Joren, she simply shook her head, as if in disbelief at what she was doing, and reluctantly unsealed the door. Once Joren was outside, she sealed the doors again.

"He's right, I'm sorry." Breia said, regret and fear mixed in her voice.

The four inside the home watched intently as Joren rushed out to the injured man, who had collapsed not far from the front entrance to the home. When he reached the man, Joren reached down and helped him to his feet, supporting the man on his shoulders and led him back to the safety of the house as quickly as possible.

"Set him down here, Vod'ika." Dono said, pointing to the plush sofa that sits near the center of the living quarters.

“Than...thank you.” The stranger says before passing into unconsciousness.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Shou Hanamura

Character you have created: Shou Hanamura

Alias: Agent 4, or just 4

Speech Color: Steelblue

Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Identity: Secret

Character Personality: Shou is a very soft spoken man who can seem cold and distant to people he’s just met. In actuality he has a large heart, and truly does empathize with other people, he just has an incredibly hard time showing it. Shou often masks his emotions and how he really feels from people constantly, and while he tells himself it's because he wants to make sure his own feelings don’t influence a vulnerable civilian in a panicked state, it’s more because he feels that is a particular weakness of his. Shou will do what he’s told very dutifully, and isn’t known to act out against his superiors. He prefers finding new ways to follow the mission, rather than breaking Code, and possibly endangering his position.

Uniform/costume: A dark suit jacket with a white under shirt, and green tie. He has a moth shaped silver pin on his left breast pocket, and wears dark pressed pants. This is the uniform all Agents wear.

Origin Info/Details: Shou Hanamura was born to two very distant parents, people who wanted him to grow up to be more of a symbol of their heritage, rather than their son. They treated his sister the same way as well, but she arguably didn’t turn out quite like Shou did. The Hanamura family are renowned in the underworld as some of the best assassins to hire for a quick and easy job. They’re a well kept secret from the general public even, who see them as nothing more than a normal Japanese family. Shou’s family never sought after power in the seedy underbellies of the world, however. His father and mother were obsessed with the status they carried as assassins, rather than the power they held in the Yakuza or Mob.

They lived in Okinawa for a few years, and Shou’s parents were the ones to do the “dirty work” that paid their bills, until Shou and his sister Aiko became old enough in their eyes to start learning the family “Art’s”. From a very young age, Shou was taught various ways to kill people, and how to do it effectively and with perfection. Shou became a natural at it, his sister however did not, and his parents shamed her repeatedly for not measuring up to their expectations. He would defend her, though, no matter how his parents berated the two of them for it.

More years passed, and Shou and his sister had become adults. Their parents disowned Aiko, and sent her away from their family home, refusing to ever speak to her again. They expected Shou to follow the path they had led for him in taking over the family business and becoming the next Hanamura assassin in the family, however he proved faithful to his sister and followed her all the way to America. He continued his Assassin work there in order to make a living, while his sister pursued her passion for mechanical engineering. Soon, however, his parents began to here word of his deeds in America, and were angry with him for continuing the family Art with their name.
To prove a horrible point of just how much they disliked both of their children, the two parents began to send other assassins after them. Of course, they knew these assassins would fail miserably at the hands of Shou, but they sent them anyway in the hopes that maybe one day his sister would be caught in the cross fires of a botched attempt. They wanted to try to hurt them in any way they could, and decided the bond they shared would be enough.

Shou spent days watching over his sister, exhausted from having to deal with poor excuses for assassins. It wasn’t so much that they were particularly skilled, it was the sheer volume of assassins his parents had hired. The siblings soon found themselves at an impossible impasse, where one was needlessly dealing with threats every other day, and the other was trying to get her brother to rest for once.

One day, they received a visitor they weren’t expecting. It was a young woman in a nicely tailored suit, and a neat silver moth shaped pin on her chest. She introduced herself as Leila Motley, a leader of a secret organization known as PARADOX that was bent on helping people in need who found themselves in unsavory situations with people from the underworld. She told them that she employed people of all kinds, from normal every day humans, to superhumans with incredible abilities. And she had heard through the grapevine of numerous dead assassins popping up that two Hanamura’s were in town.

She offered to help them shake the trail of their parents forever, if they agreed to become Paradox Agents, and work for her. Aiko agreed immediately, but Shou was apprehensive. He didn’t completely trust Leila at all, thinking that she could perhaps be a trap that his parents had laid out for them. But Aiko insisted, and thus they both began to work at the underground HQ in Houston.

Aiko worked as an Weaponsmith of sorts, creating more and more unique machines to help advance the powers and abilities of the Supers who worked at the Agency, and Shou worked on the field, helping people with the skills he had gained over the years. He soon rose up in the ranks, and took the title “Agent 4” when he successfully completed his 100th mission with no mistakes made.

He now works to help people in the midst of a disaster that has struck the planet as a whole seemingly out of nowhere and it’ll take a lot more than just himself to get through something like this.

Hero Type: Normal

Power Level: Street level

Powers: None

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:5”7
Weight:145 Lbs
Strength: Is not particularly strong in any way that's extraordinary.
Mobility: is incredibly fast and agile, his ability to parkour his way across a concrete jungle makes him far faster than more people.
Intelligence: Is very smart, but not a genius. He’s far better at reading people then he is at reading books.
Fighting Skill: Is very skilled in hand to hand combat,gun training and knives.
Resources:

Has access to a variety of weapons at HQ, as well as the various high end guns his sister creates. HQ also houses a library, both physical and digital.

Weaknesses:
-Has weak skin, isn’t impervious to being stabbed or shot
-Has low stamina and tires quickly.
-Is not very strong, can only lift a certain amount before hurting himself.
-Is not very skilled against an opponent with a sword or long blade. Only knows how to fight with a dagger or small knife.

Supporting Characters:
-Aiko Hanamura: Shou’s only sister, and Paradox’s official weaponsmith. (Agent 43)
-Leila Motley: Shou’s boss, and the leader of Paradox.
-Conner Ashlen: Shou’s Paradox partner who helps him on various assignments. (Agent 5)
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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Dr. Jonas Shaw took one last look through his telescope before he returned to his work. One of the benefits of working in the Lunar Research Station was the unparalleled views of the solar system that being on the moon provided. The research station itself was a partnership between NASA and Midas Industries. The complex, which sat just outside of the Sea of Tranquility was relatively large. At 3,585 feet long, it was roughly fifteen times the size of the International Space Station and cost about 6 times as much. Dr. Shaw was one of the leading meta geneticists on the East Coast, and was excited to study the effects that zero gravity may have on the meta gene. His experiments had lead to some startling and exciting conclusions, which he looked forward to sharing with his employer, Richard Midas.

As he was making his way across his lab, he felt something odd. There was a strange rumbling sensation, and then he felt as if he was being pulled upward. He didn't understand what could be causing this strange phenomena, and then just as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped.

“Dr. Shaw, we're getting some seriously strange readings. We just experienced a gravitational anomaly, but we can't find anything on the sensors that could have caused it.” Came a voice over the communications array. He wasn't sure, but he thought it was Lewis, another of the scientists.

“No kidding. I'll be right over, we have to figure out exactly what the hell that was and if we can expect another incident.” Shaw said as he he turned to leave his lab, again partially floating in the reduced gravity within the complex.

Fear overtook Shaw as he laid eyes on something that he never could have imagined in his wildest dreams. Appearing seemingly out of nowhere, a massive ship appeared overhead, casting a large shadow over not only the research facility, but over the moon itself, leaving the celestial body in darkness. However, as the ship passed overhead, Dr. Shaw watched as a bright light seemed to drop from the underbelly of the ship, slowly descending toward the surface of the moon.

“Oh..my..God....” Shaw exclaimed as the glowing projectile hit the moon's surface. The impact kicked up a wave on sand and rock that made its way directly toward the research facility. The very ground began to shake, and the structure of the building itself began to buckle. The doctor's life flashed before his eyes as the calamity engulfed the research station, tearing the structure apart.

No sooner had the gargantuan ship moved beyond the moon than the front of the ship began to open, revealing a massive set of bay doors, and from those doors, several asteroids that the mother ship had harvested from the void of space as it traveled across the stars were sent hurdling directly toward Earth.

***

Sergei Daminev slowly walked through Red Square, as he had done thousands of times. He had seen State Parades roll through the Square, showing off the vast might of the Russian military. He had attended sporting events and even concerts here. Yet, sometimes he just enjoyed walking through the Square and taking in the history that surrounded him every time he walked through it. The views of St. Basil's Cathedral were unmatched, and he felt a strange pride whenever he passed by it's multicolored spires. It had also been the place where he had met his beloved Anna, who he had spent the last thrity five years with.

Nothing had been the same since she passed away two years prior. He spoke to his children and grandchildren a few times a month, but he had essentially been passing the time until he could once again join his dear wife.

As he continued to gaze at the cathedral, something else caught his attention. Something coming toward the city from the heavens.

“Anna...” He said as the asteroid crashed down on the city, reducing it to little more than flaming rubble.

The scene was repeated numerous times all over the globe. Berlin Germany was destroyed, as was Okinawa Japan. Thirteen million people died in a flash of fire and destruction as Shenzhen China was wiped from the face of the Earth. A towering mushroom cloud could be seen from hundreds of miles away when an asteroid struck a nuclear weapons storage facility in Pyongyang North Korea, killing untold millions.

An asteroid crashed down just outside of Versailles France, the ensuing fireball left a path of destruction all the way to Paris, where the Eiffel Tower may have been spared, but the city did not escape damage, as a number of large fires burned throughout the city.

Yet another asteroid crashed down in the Pacific Ocean, sending a tsunami raging through the sea, washing over the islands of Hawaii, and sending more waves toward the California coast.

***

Gemma Stanley walked along Pacific Point's famed Surfside Beach. For decades, this stretch of beach had been a favorite among the local surfers who took advantage of the large waves that had made this area one of the premiere surfing spots in all of Southern California. Unfortunately, an increase in great white shark activity in the area had driven some of the surfers away toward safer waters in recent months.

Gemma loved this beach. It was where she and her friends Izzy and Amanda would often come to enjoy a day relaxing in the sun. They'd go swimming to cool off on hot afternoons, or just relax on the sand talking about classes or guys, or whatever happened to be going on in their lives at the moment. But it was also a place that she liked to go to alone. She would walk along the beach in quiet reflection with the sand between her toes as she listened to the sounds of the waves crashing and the seagulls calling while she gazed out at the ocean and watched the sky turn brilliant shades of orange, red, and purple as the sun seemed to slip beneath the waves.

Gemma walked along the beach just at the water line. As the waves came in the water would wash over her feet up to her knees, and she could feel the surf trying to pull her back out as the water rushed back into the sea. Then, off in the distance, she saw a flash of light and saw something streaking toward the Earth.

“That's weird.” She said to herself aloud as she continued walking.

Then the water began to recede away from the beach.

“Oh, that's not good.” Gemma said as she began to turn to run.

But it was too late.

There was a loud roaring sound, almost like a hundred freight trains bearing down on her all at once, and as she looked back out to see towards the source of the sound, she saw it.

A massive wall of water rushing towards her, and the dozens of other people who had gathered on Surfside Beach.

***

San Francisco, California

Slipstream stood outside of the Redwood Vista apartment complex. She had been in the city for a television interview with Kelly Sandbourne on her popular afternoon TV Show Live From the Bay with Kelly. However, the interview proved to be short lived. Shortly after she had taken her seat on the set, the call came in that the San Francisco Police SWAT unit had responded to a hostage situation at the apartment complex. From what she had gathered, a man had broken into his ex wife's apartment and was holding her and the couple's two children hostage. It had taken her only a matter of moments to get to the scene of the ongoing hostage negotiations from her seat on stage at the television studio which was all the way across the city.

When she arrived, the SWAT team had already cordoned off the apartment complex, with police vehicles blocking each entrance and exit. The hostage negotiator, a young Latina officer not much older than Slipstream stood behind the police line speaking into a loudspeaker. Slipstream had been impressed by the young officer's steadfast commitment to getting everyone out of this situation alive. She had been both firm, yet empathetic as she spoke to the man.

“Hey, you!-” A crass voice called out. “Cape! I'm talkin' to you!” the man, a heavy set detective in his mid fifties called out to Slipstream.

“Slipstream.” She replied.

“Sorry...Slipstream,-” the detective said, sarcastically exaggerating her name. “There's so many of you damn capes these days it's a miracle anyone can keep any of yous straight.”

Slipstream just nodded as the detective went on.

“You're the fast one, right?” He asked.

“Well, that's one way to put it.” Slipstream started.

“Good. Can you get in there and take 'im out? He's starting to get on edge and I don't think the hostages'll last much longer.” He said in a heavy Brooklyn accent, which had the circumstances been different, Slipstream would have found somewhat amusing, considering how out of place it sounded on the West Coast.

“Yeah, I can get in there and drop him.” She told the detective.

“Good. Then do it.” He said, his voice raising slightly as she took off for the apartment where the man was holding his family hostage.

Slipstream was a mere blur as she raced into the apartment. She burst through the door, splintering it as she entered the apartment. Once she was in the apartment, everything seemed to stand completely still as she made her way toward the armed jilted ex. Neither he, nor his former wife or children appeared to move until she finally came to a stop before the man. It was then, that everything appeared to unfreeze. The wooden splinters from the door feel to the floor, the man, as well as his hostages all let out a startled gasp as the purple and chrome speedster stood before them.

“Hi.” Slipstream said as she hit the man with a right hook that dropped him to the floor.

As Slipstream emerged from the apartment with the three hostages, something off in the distance caught her eye. A flash of light in the sky. She didn't know what it was, perhaps a falling star, though, it was unusual to see one so bright at this time of day.

Then she felt the impact.

Whatever had hit the ground had been big. She could hear the explosions in the distance, but more importantly, she could see the wave of superheated gas and debris, buch like a volcanic pyroclastic flow racing toward the city. She knew that there was little that she could do, but she had to do something.

So she grabbed the two children, Ella and Gabby, ages five and 3, and began to run. It was too late for the people of San Francisco, she knew that based on the impact itself, many of the people who called the Golden City home were already dead. All she could do was escape this catastrophe and save these two children, who had already been through so much.

So she ran as fast as she could. She made it clear across the city, with the flow of burning hot debris right behind her, nearly vaporizing everything in its path. She ran through neighborhood after neighborhood, until she reached the Golden Gate Bridge, and she pressed on. And though she was tired, not accustomed to carrying extra people for such distances, she knew that she was going to make it. Then she felt the bridge buckle as one of the dozens of earthquakes that the impact had set off violently shook it. She stumbled, but remained on her feet until the ground shook again. This time, the shaking and buckling of the bridge was too much, and she lost her footing and fell, skidding several dozen feet.

She looked back at the two children just as they were overtaken by the pyroclastic flow, only to be taken herself seconds later.

***

Lost Haven, Maine

“You sure you want to do this?” Eric asked Scott as he stood beside him in front of the makeshift alter that had been set up at the front of the Grand Ballroom of the Seaside Gateway.

“Eric...” Scott said suppressing a smirk.

“I mean, it's not too late. I can create a distraction so you can...” Eric whistled as he made a flying motion with his arms.

“Eric!” Scott said, perhaps slightly louder than he had intended, and then he began to chuckle. However, all joking came to a sudden end when the music began to play and Alexa started down the isle with her father at her side.

Scott was suddenly awed by his bride to be's beauty as she made her way down the isle with her long flowing dress sweeping behind her. From the moment Scott had met her, he knew that she was the one for him. They had become lovers, and friends...then they became best friends. But they were so much more than that, they were soul mates. Until he met Alexa, he had never felt whole. But she completed him, as he did her. And now, in just moments, he was going to marry the woman of his dreams.

Alexa came to a stop right before Scott, and even from under her veil, he could see her grinning at him. Her father stepped in front of her and with a somewhat forced smile, he shook Scott's hand before taking his seat next to his wife.

Reverend Hynd began welcoming the guests as he began to discuss the joys of marriage, as well as some personal anecdotes about how he had been privileged to know the Winstones for well over thirty years, and he recalled the story of the first time he had met a young Alexa, just weeks after she had been born. He then went on about the first time he had been introduced to Alexa and Scott, and how he knew in that very moment that they just seemed destined for one another, despite her father's objections, which the Reverend joked, he had seemed to have gotten over.

The Reverend then brought Scott and Alexa together before him, and instructed them to face one another. Scott reached out to her, and lifted the veil which had covered her face, and was almost taken aback again by just how stunning she looked. Then, after a few more words, Reverend Hynd announced that Alexa and Scott had prepared their own vows.

“Scott, from the first day that I met you, I knew that there was just something special about you. Right from the start, you were honest and open with me, and you invited me into your world without looking back....”Her words were cut off as a massive shadow overtook the Seaside Gateway, leaving the grand ballroom in near total darkness.

“What the hell is that?” Eric said as he moved toward the large picture windows that looked out over the Maine coast. As he and the others who had joined him at the window looked up toward the sky, they could see what appeared to be the outline of a ship.

“I don't know, but it doesn't look good.” Scott said.

Yeah...uh...maybe you should, you know...” Eric said absentmindedly as he gazed at the large craft.

Scott knew that Eric had been right. He didn't know what was going on, but he had a terrible feeling that that it wasn't good. So he stepped away from the window, and moved silently toward the back of the ballroom, before slipping out the back doors. He made his way down the stairs and out the front door of the Seaside Gateway, and when he was sure that no one was looking, he hit the switch on the nanotech bracelet. In seconds, the nanites had covered his arm and chest, and soon the rest of his body in the familiar uniform of his famous alter ego, Icon, and took to the sky just as he saw something, a projectile of some sort, headed toward the city.

”My God.” Icon said as the realization of what he was looking at sunk in. A large rock, an asteroid, more than twice the size of a football field was heading straight for the city.

Icon lowered his head and accelerated toward the asteroid, determined to stop it from impacting Lost Haven. He reached the asteroid and managed to get underneath it, putting his hands against the base of the rock and pushing back with all his might. However, it did nothing to slow the descent of the gigantic space rock.

“Come on, damn you!” Icon cried as he strained against the rock, fighting with every fiber of his being to stop the asteroid's descent. Try as he might, the asteroid continued it's journey to the heart of Lost Haven, until finally, he felt something give.

The chunk of rock began to decelerate. Slowly at first, but gradually, he began to slow the rock down, until he had finally stopped its fall to Earth. Then, he pushed against the asteroid more, and finally, he had the space rock heading back to where it came. Breathlessly, Icon guided the asteroid back up through the Earth's atmosphere until he was floating weightlessly in space, where with a shove of the asteroid, he sent it back out into deep space, away from the Earth. However, when he turned to return to his home, he saw the utter devastation that had wrought on the planet. Numerous cities lay in charred ruins, cities all across the globe had been wiped from the map, untold millions of people had been killed.

Icon descended back to Lost Haven, touching down in Sherman Square where several police cruisers had stopped and were trying to control the crowd that had gathered to watch the events that had just unfolded. He wanted to tell the officers to get the people out of the area, that it wasn't safe. But he couldn't. The guilt that he felt for the millions that had been killed, and his inability to save them was almost too much to bare.

“....” Icon suddenly realized that someone had been talking to him. He turned and face one of the officers, a young man, probably only in his second or third year on the force, had been trying to get his attention.

To ask him what was going on.

However, before he could answer, he saw hundreds of smaller ships leaving the massive ship like angry hornets from a nest, all making their way to Lost Haven.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Had some technical difficulties this weekend which kept me from posting. But things are coming together

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Just saw the new IntChk so I wanted to go ahead and let the glorious GMs know a humble man such as myself may be looking into drafting a character for joining sometime soon uwu

@WaywardK

Awesome! We look forward to having you

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

We are the Game Masters, and this is our world.

This is the world of Earth in my universe, where I and my fellow Game Masters are the sole powers. This universe is ours to shape to our will, and those that defy us cease to exist.

In the center of this universe resides the planet known as Earth. Being the center of the universe, this blue world has a special significance to us Game Masters, and so many cosmic events shall involve or focus on this infinitesimal, yet important sphere. This is by design, not accident. Unfortunately for the planet, they know not of our existence, nor their importance in this universe. They simply exist in a world they think they control.

To most of the people on this world, everyday life does not involve aliens, supernatural battles, or cosmic conflicts. However, this is about to change, for my fellow Game Masters and I have chosen to ignite the spark in this planet as well as in other worlds. Soon heroes and villains alike, both powerful and powerless, will appear and the conflicts will begin.

Much mystery will be revealed by these noble and nefarious beings. The Lost City of Atlantis is hidden, much like we Game Masters are, however soon this ancient realm may be unearthed to the rest of the planet, to either the world's detriment or delight. Even the wondrous civilization of the Moon and beyond may choose to unveil themselves after millennia spent in hiding. Marvels both technological and magical await those who possess the fortitude to seek them out, however this would be their choice.

We Game Masters only interfere when times require it.

The people of this world saw the unimaginable as the planet’s new protectors repelled a demon attack on the city of Lost Haven in what has forever become known as D-Day. Then they trembled with fear as the terrorist organization known only as Pax Metahumana threatened the entire human race by encompassing several US cities with domes that had the ability to transform those trapped within them and that would slowly overtake the entire world. Much to their relief, once again a loose alliance of heroes disrupted their plans and captured those responsible. Then they were shocked as an anti-meta human organization calling themselves the Hounds of Humanity used an orbital satellite known as The Finger of God to wipe several US cities from the face of the Earth, leaving thousands dead in their wake. However, their reign of terror was stopped by the combined efforts of the world's heroes. The Hounds of Humanity had been defeated and their leadership imprisoned, however, the scars that have been inflicted will be felt for generations.

To the people of the world, the unusual has become common place. Super has become the new normal, and heroes have become more than costumed do-gooders, they have become a symbol of hope to some, and something to be feared by others.

Now this world faces its gravest threat yet. An Armada that has traveled across the stars extinguishing all life that it has encountered, led by a tyrant unlike anything that our heroes have faced to date.

Will the world’s new protectors be up to the task? Or will the invaders from the planet Arlaaek succeed in eliminating all life on Earth, and beyond? Only time will tell...

If you've been wanting to join this Superhero Epic but have been hesitant because of the size of the game, this is a perfect jumping on point. We're going to be jumping right into the action after Season 2's cliffhanger ending. Hope to see you there.

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https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/183428-create-a-hero-a-superhero-rpg-season-3-shattered-dimensions/ooc