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

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

Character you have created: Louisa
Alias: Cadence
Speech Color: Chartreuse
Character Alignment: Walking the line
Identity: Secret

Character Personality:
Louisa is an easy going and sometimes seeming air headed kind of person. She tends to go with the flow of situations and only really goes against it and starts acting serious when something goes completely against her moral compass. This can happen in situations such as a small child being abused or someone she cares about get hurts, which she will handle vehemently.
On those lines though she hardly lets anyone get truly close to her. Everyone is a friend until they show aggression to her but no one is someone she truly cares for or would often fight for. She would fight but that's more of a I'm just here situation or this looks interesting than actually too much care about the other people. She is also the kind of person that doesn't like unfair fights and would jump in just to help the odds out a bit.

Uniform/costume:
Neon orange crop hoodie and a pair of black jeans.

Origin Info/Details:
Louisa doesn't know where she is originally from. What she does know that is for as long as she could remember she was within pristine white facilities that stank of antiseptic. Her parents are memories that were lost long ago. All she knew from her upbringing were the adults that led her from test to test, as well as the children she would see from time to time. She knew she had magic from a very young age as the adults around would not let her forget as they tested her capability to her limits as well as trained her in the fighting style of Krav Maga. As a small child with a lisp she found herself hurt and shut off from the rest of the people more often than not. She found herself turning to her imaginary world instead and let her thoughts roam as she dreamed of all the things that could be.
This all ended though when she was fifteen years old and now after having her magical skills acknowledged and the lisp beaten out of her she found herself with growing powers along with a fury that had been held inside for her for much too long. Escaping the facility with just a few causalities on the way out she finally found out that she was in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska.
She has grown up as a nomad, never settling down and staying around for too long. She has made what she could have considered friends but after a few months or a year she would feel the itch to move on again and so she would take whichever way the wind would take her. Eight years later and she has walked, hitch hiked and even teleported her way across the country and has found herself in Maine.

Hero Type:
Mystic- Spell casters and magic users, if you're using any sort of magic then it goes here.

Power Level:
B. City Level (Ex. Spider-Man, Cyclops)

Powers:
Rhyming spells-
Louisa's powers come in the form of vocal spells that rhyme. She can only do these spells vocally and they have to be sentences that not only tell the spell what to do but also the last words have to rhyme.

She has a limited amount of power with her spells. Yes she could probably turn someone inside out if she was angry enough but that will make her faint. She can teleport but only around a city, not from city to city let alone planets.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height: 5'4
Weight: 105 pounds
Strength: Slightly below average
Mobility: Slightly above average
Intelligence: Average, mostly street smarts
Fighting Skill: Trained in some Krav Maga
Resources:

Weaknesses:
Take away her voice and she is no longer much of a threat.

Supporting Characters: N/A

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Cadence

Sample Post:

Post

Green eyes blinking at the sight before her, Lousia turned her head to the side curiously. There in the busy area next to another megalith mall, there stood an area behind fences and warning tape. It seemed to be a long abandoned construction of multiple apartments now boarded up with wooden blanks and stained with un-creative graffiti.
A smile grew on Louisa's face as her feet turned towards the abandoned and decrepit building. A skip and a jump, over some metal fences that no one was watching, she found herself humming as she walked and ran her fingers along the harsh concrete walls that encased the old living situation.
Finding the stone stairs that led up the building, she walked ever upwards until she had decided she was finally high enough. Walking out to the balcony she could see the people of the town, now only small dots, scurrying around like ants. With a relaxed grin, Louisa started to walk along the hallway. Reaching a broken open wooden door, she peaked her head in and knocked on the wood.
"Anyone in?" She cheerfully asked the empty looking room. The only response she got was the sound of the cars passing by the building.
"Guess it looks like I'm all alone," Walking into the building she stepped over the trashed contents of what looked like it had once been the dining room table and chairs, "Hmmmm this won't do at all. Bring the old and ruined, back to new and ...... shit."
Taking a deep breath with closed eyes, she looked back at the apartment, "Take this apartment that is a broken mess and make it into a house for the noblesse. "
The room slowly at first but getting faster as time went along, turned from the abandoned dirt and litter that the home had become into an apartment that was not only clean but was even turning into something people might even say was fit for a queen. Half way through the process though, the floating items stopped and as Louisa fell to her knees, they crashed on to the floor.
Breathing heavily, Louisa looked around her at the apartment with partly scrubbed off graffiti still on the walls but there in front of her stood a brand new table and chairs. "Well close enough..."

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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Joren and Breia sat in the living quarters watching over the injured stranger that they had brought into their sanctuary. Since Joren had rescued the man from the dangers of the desert, the stranger had said few words. Instead, he had been drifting in and out of consciousness. However, in the brief moments that he had been coherent, the stranger had revealed that he was called Drast'une, and that he had been attacked by a group of Tusken Raiders, and had miraculously escaped with his life. There was something unsettling about the man, but Joren couldn't quite put his finger on exactly what it was. However, it had been enough for him to keep his blaster within arm's reach. It had also been enough for him to take other measures to protect his friends. He had gone into the room that Breia had provided for him and Kelsa, and grabbed the satchel which held a few of his belongings, most notably his father's lightsaber. He didn't know why he felt compelled to take the relic, but he had taken it and hidden it in the inner pocket of the light jacket that he had been wearing.

Throughout the night, Joren and Dono had taken turns watching over the man, treating and dressing his wounds, all the while, keeping a close eye on him, because as they had learned, one could never be too careful when dealing with the unknown.

“So tell me.-” Joren finally said breaking the silence. “What made you change your mind?”

“What do you mean?” Breia asked.

“You weren't going to open the door. You agreed with the others, you...you thought it was too dangerous, but then you opened the door anyhow.” Joren said.

“I don't know.” Breia started. “You were right, I knew that. We couldn't just leave him out there to die. You're right though, I also agreed with the others. It was too dangerous, I wanted to keep the door locked, but then I saw that you were willing to go out there and risk your life for a complete stranger and you...just reminded me of my brother.”

“Your brother?” Joren asked.

“Nevil. He was a good man, always willing to lend a hand when it was needed. Sometimes I think he had more bravery than smarts. It's also what got him killed.” Breia told him, her voice cracking slightly as tears began forming at the corners of her eyes. “But I don't want to talk about that, not now at least.” Breia said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I understand. And I'm sorry.” Joren said. “But if you change your mind, I'm here.”

“I appreciate that.” Breia said.

Joren was about to say something, but was interrupted by the sounds of Drat'une's coughing. The stranger had again regained consciousness and was attempting to sit up. Joren went over to the man and offered him a mug o water. The man brushed his long black hair out of his face as he began to drink greedily from the mug, gulping the water down.

“I...I wanted to thank you.” Drast'une said as he put the mug down on the table in front of the sofa.

“It was nothing. Anyone would have doe the same thing.” Joren said.

“I think we both know...that is not the case.” Drast'une said with a smirk.

Suddenly, Joren felt something from the stranger. Where that before had been nothing, he now felt cold. He felt a darkness that he had never before experienced. As these feelings washed over him, Joren began to feel a sense of dread.

“To the contrary, it was indeed very much something. You are not like the others, you are selfless, you have something inside of you that makes you special. You have something that so very few beings have in in the galaxy these days. And that is how I found you. It is how I lured you here from Nar Shaddaa.”

Dread washed over Joren. He thought back to the time on the Dreams after they had escaped Nar Shaddaa. The feeling that he had, the voice that had called out to him, beckoned for him to come to Tatooine. He also was reminded of the sense of unease that he'd felt since landing on the desert planet, the feeling that someone had been watching him.

“Breia, get out of here.” Joren said.

“What?” She asked, unsure as to what was going on.

“Get to the others and get out of here.” Joren said again. This time Breia did as she was told and made her way out of the living chambers.

“Ah yes, but don't run too far. This won't take long.” Drast'une called after her.

Joren pulled out his blaster, but before he could squeeze the trigger, it was ripped from his hands by an unseen force and flung across the room. Then, before he knew it, Joren was gripped by invisible hands and lifted into the air, before being thrown over the back of the chair that he had previously been sitting in. Then Drast'une sprang on him, straddling him, pinning his arms to the ground.

“Perhaps I was wrong about you. Perhaps you aren't so special after all. The Force may be with you, but you don't know how to use it.-” Drast'une taunted him. “-Pity.” Joren struggled to get free of the larger man's grip, but it was no use. Drast'une was simply too strong.

“I did not want it to come to this. I wanted you to join me. But I see now that you are too weak. You do not have what it takes to embark on the journey that I would take you on.” he said as a pair of tendrils made their way out of his cheeks, inching toward him.

“For too long, I have been forced to feed on vermin, it has been far too long since I have enjoyed the soup of one of your kind.-” He said as the tendrils moved ever closer to Joren's nostrils. “I want you to know that I am truly going to enjoy you, Joren Kel.”

Joren could feel something pushing at his psyche, telling him to just give in and accept the inevitable. But he fought the urge and refused to allow the Anzat to make a meal of him.Joren reached deep within himself and called on the Force, using it to push Drast'une back. Though he wasn't able to get the creature off of him, he was able to free his hand. He reached into the hidden pocket of his jacket.

“Too little, too--” Drast'une's words were cut off as the snap-hiss of a lightsaber filled the room, and a bright blue-white blade protruded from Drast'une's back. The Anzat slumped forward, and Joren was able to push the larger being off of him. He deactivated the lightsaber and was in the process of slipping it back into his jacket when he was suddenly aware that he was no longer alone.

“Vod'ika, you? You're a Jetii?” Dono said, more of a statement of disbelief than a question.

“No.-” Joren began, his words coming between gasps of breath. “I'm no Jedi.”

“I've seen you. I saw you use the Force. And you have the weapon of a Jedi.”

Joren paused for a moment. He knew that the Mandalorians had a bit of a complicated history with the Jedi, and he didn't know if that history would put a strain on their friendship. Many Mandalorians still held grudges against the Jedi, and the Mandalorians as a people tended to have long memories.

“I'm not a Jedi. But my father was.-” Joren said as he held out his lightsaber for Dono, and everyone else to see. “-And this is all I have left of him.

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

"Hey, I'm trying my best here. That's what matters, right?"

Name: Ricardo “Rick” Martinez

Alias: Hometown Hero or Collateral.

Speech Color (Actually say what you're using, don't go "Like this", or what not): Goldenrod: DAA520

Character Alignment: Hero. He tries.

Identity: Secret. Thank God.

Character Personality:
Rick is a good guy, bless his heart. He’s honestly in this to be a hero, and he enjoys helping people. He’s a joker, in his opinion, but his jokes are usually those only his dad would find funny. He’s not the smartest, not the most clever--he tends to deal with social situations the same way he deals with fights--charge straight through, hoping his earnestness, determination, and thick skull make up for a lack of tact and skill.

Despite all his flaws, Rick has a heart that’s as big as his biceps. He loves protecting people, and willingly throws himself into harm’s way over and over even to save just one person. Most of his time not spent heroing is repairing the damage he did, though as he’s learned how to control his powers this has decreased.

Uniform/costume:
He doesn’t have a costume outside of a mask and street clothes. Things get too damaged around him to spend money on something fancy.

Outside of costume:


Origin Info/Details:
Rick’s early life was a fairly normal one. The son of third generation immigrants, born in the heart of football country, Rick grew up on a more than healthy helping of the American dream. He read comics and watched superhero movies as a kid, longing to be the sort of person who saved lives with a smile on their face. Best he could do in real life, with no powers of his own, was to target being a firefighter or soldier--something his strong, capable frame made him ideal for, and somewhere he could do serious good on his own.

All that changed when he was waiting in the subway station while on vacation in New York. A little girl fell into the tracks, and without even realizing what he was doing he dove to get her out, tossing her up from below before a train came pounding through the station.

He should’ve died.

But as he turned to the train and braced for impact, he felt power flow through his body, strengthening him beyond anything a human would be capable of. His hands contacted the front of the train, and as his feet dug in, it stopped-- but before he could appreciate the miracle of his continued existence, his foot brushed against the fabled third rail. Even through the rubber of his soles and newfound power, he went out like a light.

Waking up in the hospital a few hours later, he was told the train had flung him forward and by some miracle hadn’t killed him. Discovering he couldn’t even pick up a glass without shattering it was hard to cover up, but he left quickly. Control came slowly, mostly through training by his sister, but he finally managed to get there. For the most part, he’s spent his time defending his hometown of San Antonio, but given the recent struggles in Lost Haven he’s made his way there.

Maybe he’ll finally manage to shed the Collateral nickname.

Maybe.

Hero Type (Select one):
Brick/Muscle Boy howdy, is he a brick.

Power Level (Select one below):
City level, for reasons. See powers for more specifics.

Powers (Be Specific):
Rick is strong. Really strong. That’s about it, really, though it comes with a few required secondaries. Before we get started, it’s worthwhile to note that his strength would put him on a world level status if it wasn’t for having… pretty much nothing else to go with that, whether it be far ranging abilities, adaptation, or equipment. He’s dangerous on a city level, but running away from him is too easy and he doesn’t have a wide range of effectiveness.

First and as previously stated, Rick’s strength is absolutely insane. He’s not really run into anything he can’t lift, and blasting through buildings is something he can generally fairly easily (and accidentally) do, much to the consternation of his original hometown. This strength lies in everything he does, and only through careful control has he stopped breaking bikes, phones, desks… most everything he touches. He can jump extremely high, launch himself forward with a forward spring and wicked jab, and pull off stunts through brute strength that most would find beyond them even with better agility--like walljumping--though it tends to do major structural damage in the process.
His primary required secondary is nigh invulnerability to physical damage. Suffocation, poison (once it gets past his skin), acid… All of that can still hurt him, though it’s reduced quite a bit. But try to punch him, slash him, crush him… not happening. If he can throw a punch as hard as what he was just hit with--and he probably can--he can pretty much no sell it. This is a natural consequence of his body’s ability to resist the fantastic forces his muscles expose it to, and something he’s eternally grateful for. Whether from a thick skull, nothing to manipulate, or some ridiculous amount of confidence, he’s also mostly immune to psychic influences.

“I’m telling ya, second time someone shouts “boo” and you leap through a building, you sure are glad your head’s a helmet.”

Attributes (Please provide a short description for each category):

Height: 6’2”
Weight: 249
Strength Level: 100+ tons. It’s his shtick. He’s good at it.
Mobility: Depends. He can launch himself at massive speeds by jumping, but has no mobility once he does so. Probably 5x a regular person’s at running.
Intelligence: ….Average. Definitely average.
Fighting Skill: Trained to Mastered. Part of what makes Rick good at fighting is that he’s actually bothered to get good at hand to hand rather than just relying on his killer right hook to settle things for him.
Resources: What a regular 20 something would have access to in Lost Haven.

Weaknesses: For whatever reason, he has almost no resistance to electricity. His intelligence when it comes to fighting is high, but when it comes to everything else it’s average at best. Rick also can’t turn his powers off, just bring them down from a peak that crushes objects to normal human rates. It takes focus, however, and can't be done passively.

Supporting Characters:
Tobias and Maria Martinez, his parents. They’re relatively supportive of his hero work, and know about it--but they’re a little bothered by how much time their son avoids talking to them to avoid endangering them.
Teresa Martinez, his sister. She wanted to be his partner for a while, and was disappointed when she didn’t develop powers.

Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes. See above.

Sample post skipped due to acceptance in Season 2.

@Kaithas

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

Long night under the cold star sent adrift in space lost to the void and awoken by fire.

Character you have created: Koisma
Alias: "Long night under the cold star sent adrift in space lost to the void and awoken by fire." or just "Long Night"
Speech Color: Frost
Character Alignment: Villain
Identity: Unknown
Character Personality: A lost soul, no mind to speak of yet. Simply hunger to reclaim the energy that it has lost from being adrift in space for an uncountable number of years. A starved body and mind that seeks sustenance before it could even begin to consider its own personality or feelings.
Uniform/costume: An ovoid crystal of chemically pure sapphire, opaque except for two pairs of crossed transparent lines. These lines are her eyes. To the sides of this ovoid crystal are a pair of rounded discs of white diamond that border both sides of the head. These are her ears. A pair of flat discs floats just below her head and are composed of obsidian, this is her mouth. Floating loosely above a hexagonal crystal of the same makeup, totally opaque in form. Below the hexagonal shoulders are twelve equal length series of crystalline tendrils made of interlocking crystals rather than individually free floating pieces. These are tri tipped tendrils, each of the three tips at the ends of these are the manipulating fingers with which she manipulates the world around her.

She has a veil of free floating space dust and frost that loosely resembles a cloak with a wide collar. It resembles black opal and hangs the full enormous length of her body. It gives the illusion of humanoid form with her wide "shoulders" propping the cloak up beneath her head.
Origin Info/Details: The last surviving member of an unimaginably ancient race whose star died of old age, her planet and people were blown away in a supernova. Their own hubris made them refuse to leave. She in her fear ran from the imminence of her demise. Sent careening into the void of space, she used her phenominal powers to freeze herself solid and enter a state of suspended animation. An entire solar system emerged from the nebula formed from the supernova and she was drawn into orbit in the asteroid belt around the star. Suddenly she was hurtled towards Earth by the artifices of an alien race, and her arrival is largely unnoticed by the residents who were more concerned with the ongoing invasion.
Season 1/2 Summary: Frozen in space.
Hero Type: Energy.
Power Level: World Level
Powers:
Energy Absorption: A passive consumption of all energy in an area of effect around her body. The radius is her height, and it is a perfect sphere with the center being her head. This energy absorption is incredibly potent. Able to suck the heat from the air and freeze water in her wake, leaving a sheen of frost on the ground as she moves. She is able to extend this absorption and control its shape. She can also absorb information straight from computers, as they are stored in an energetic state. If she concentrates it to a single point in front of her head she has no upward limit on the energy she can absorb. She could be dropped into a reactor and drain it in minutes if she concentrates it this way.

This concentrated absorption can be weaponized by placing at the end of one of her manipulator limbs it can be used to "erase" matter in its tracks. What is really happening is she is instantly converting matter to energy and absorbing it, but it operates like a blade that can cut through any barrier. No material, no energetic barrier, no protection can resist being consumed this way.

By dividing it up to each of her manipulator limbs she can reduce the effectiveness but raise the number of threats. On contact with any material it is gradually consumed layer by layer. Skin is dissolved, muscle is shredded, bone is eroded leaving nothingness in its wake.

Energy Manipulation: All of the energy that is absorbed has to go somewhere, and she is able to finely manipulate it and give energy to matter around her. Simple to explain, but exceptionally potent in execution. She is able to give any form of energy to any non-living matter around her. Including but not limited to:

-Energizing air into a superheated beam by giving it kinetic and heat energy.
-Stopping or blowing away objects in motion by giving the air in front of her kinetic energy equal to or greater than the mass of the object.
-Sending objects flying by giving them large volumes of kinetic energy.
-Effectively telekinesis on objects that are not living.

Attributes:

Length: 12 feet 7 inches
Weight: 1036.8 lbs
Strength: Multiple Tens of Tons, two tons per manipulating arm. Can be raised by applying energy to the object she is trying to move.
Mobility: Complete control over mobility on all three axes. Can break the sound barrier passively, but when she pushes herself to her absolute limits she can reach mach 4.
Intelligence: Comparatively simple minded. Very quick to learn and adapt. She learns at an absurd rate, absorbing information directly from machinery.
Fighting Skill: Untrained
Resources: None to speak of.

Weaknesses: Body made of crystal means if a part of her is broken it has to be replaced, rather than healed properly.
Supporting Characters: None to speak of.
Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?: Yes.
Sample Post:
As the alien ships launched down their volley of asteroids towards the planet a small rocky object was caught in the gravity wake of their assault. Colliding with the celestial body and bouncing off course she was launched towards the planet at an odd angle. Heat and light after eons of darkness suddenly awoke her to the world again. Life! Life! Life! She could feel, she could think, and she suddenly felt the immeasurable hunger of a billion billion lifetimes strike her with an almost lethal blow of agony.

The pain of entry into a planet whose gravity was far less than her own was less than that of her own insatiable hunger, her mind broke under the strain, for the few moments that she could remember herself she was terrified. Now she could feel no emotion other than the need to feed.

At the moment of collision her body extended her numerous limbs out like a kite, spreading the cloak across their surface and raising the tension so that she suddenly and abruptly stopped. Only the ends of her manipulator arms touched the ground as she halted her descent. There was a moment of pause as she took stock of her surroundings and her aura of energy absorption began to rapidly convert the air around her into nourishment.

It was not, however, enough for her and she began scuttling across the ground like some perverse crystalline arachnid. Where she stumbled upon a couple who was hiding in fear from the events of the invasion. They were terrified, and had no clue that the lifeform that suddenly appeared before them was not part of the very same invasion.

Neither did she. They were mutually unaware of the truth of the situation, and the only thing that mattered was that these soft fleshy lifeforms had a lot of warmth. Plenty of energy to begin satisfying the hunger within her.

She leapt upon them, and held them in place while their bodies decomposed into their basic components and gradually turned into raw energy.

This too was not enough, and she desperately needed more.

@Sade Kingfisher

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

For weeks, since the night that Icon had shown up on his doorstep looking for help, Lyger had been tracking down every lead he could find on the Eye of Osiris. Though Harry had been able to provide him with the name of the organization, he didn't have much more than that. The criminal organization had been rumored to be involved in all kinds of criminal trade allover the world, and had been suspected of toppling a number of fragile regimes all around the globe. However, much to his dismay, nothing that he had learned was verifiable.

He had heard rumors of a bounty that had been placed on the heads of heroes, and not just any hero. All heroes. Again, he heard rumors of it, but as with everything else when it came to this organization, nothing verifiable.

And then a group of street thugs tried to take his head off.

He had taken care of the thugs easily enough, but getting answers out of them were harder to come by. Nobody would say who put the bounty on the heroes. Not because they didn't know, but because they were afraid.

They were afraid of the man who put the bounty on the heads of the heroes. They were more afraid of whoever that man was, than they were of him. However, all of that seemed insignificant at the moment. The sight of a massive alien ship appearing in the skies above Earth, unleashing a volley of asteroids at the planet, potentially killing millions in the process.

Kyle Porter made his way around the back of the decommissioned post office building that stood above The Den and down the hidden elevator that led to his hidden lair. His heart was racing as the impossibly slow elevator took what seemed like an eternity to descend to the bowels of the building to The Den.

Finally, the elevator mercifully came to a stop.

“How bad?” Kyle asked as he stepped off the elevator toward the array of computers that had been set up in the middle of the room.

“It's bad.” Cassie answered, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“How-” Kyle paused as he looked at the damage reports scrolling across the computer screens.
“-bad...” his words trailed off as he saw Kenna sitting at the computers, her eyes glued to the screens.

Berlin Germany, Moscow, an entire region of France, Hawaii, Okinawa, all gone. Among others. However, he knew that wasn't what had her sitting in a state of shock. San Francisco, her home, the city that she had been protecting for years as the vigilante Quickshadow, was gone. Destroyed when one of the asteroids impacted the city, wiping it from the face of the Earth and setting off a chain reaction of earthquakes that rocked nearly the entire West Coast.

He looked down at Kenna, Harry's granddaughter, and the woman who had been a general pain in his ass since she arrived in Crown Ridge after Harry had chosen to end his retirement and return to help Lyger with the Eye of Osiris problem. She felt that she was a better vigilante than he was, and she had proven since her arrival that she may well be. If anything, her experience had proven useful night after night. But in this moment, he didn't see a seasoned vigilante, he saw a woman who was in pain. A woman who had just lost everything, and everyone that she loved, and had been forced to witness that loss from a computer screen while over 3,000 miles away.

“Kenna...” He said, putting a hand on her shoulder just as the Guardians communicator that Iron Knight had given him pinged.

Lyger: Link Connected

“I'm coming with you.” Kenna said, finally coming out of her daze.

“No, you're not ready right now. You'll get yourself killed.” Kyle told her as he began getting into his gear.

“What does that matter? I've lost everyone.” Kenna told him, almost pleading.

“I'm not burying anyone else from your family.” Kyle said sharply. “Go to my place, get Sam and bring her here. Then be ready.”

“Ready for what?” Kenna asked, visibly angry from being sidelined.

“Someone has to watch over Crown Ridge if I don't make it.” Kyle said as he put on his mask and climbed onto his motorcycle.

“Lyger here, I'm on my way.” he said as he started the bike, and made his way up towards the street, before taking off toward Lost Haven.

Star Wars: Legacies

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

Runner V

_{PERSONAL INFORMATION}

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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.

_{CHARACTER PERSONALITY}

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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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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.

_ATTRIBUTES

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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.

_{SUPPORTING CHARACTERS}

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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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_{SAMPLE POST}

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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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@Afro Samurai

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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.