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Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

So those days off I was supposed to have? Never happened. I haven’t had a day off since before Christmas. That streak is supposedly coming to an end next week, but I’m not holding my breath. Sorry for the slow nature of my posts, but I’m going to try and get something put together over the next few days

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

After 2:30 today I’m off for 2 days. I hope to have something up myself

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Posts coming.

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

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

The Horror

Character you have created: Nathan Salazar/Alfred Salazar
Alias: The Horror/Yin Yang
Speech Color: "I don't want this anymore. What is with f7976a anyway?"
Character Alignment: Villain; technically, it's his alter ego that is the villain.
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Despite being a metahuman of an evil reputation, Nathan Salazar is actually a very caring and kind person. He deeply fears 'the other me', who goes by the moniker of Alfred, which is the name of Nathan's now deceased younger brother. Alfred is an unrepentant sadist, fully enjoying toying with the darkest fears of other people. Nathan's mind is in constant war and flux; most of the time, the battle of mental domination between his warring halves follows the cycle of day and night. At night, Alfred is almost always the one in control, using his powers for personal gain and gleeful suffering, but never murder. At day, Nathan usually manages to retain control over his own mind. However, despite being an evil sadomasochistic villain, Alfred has repeatedly demonstrated an innate desire to keep Nathan and Zach safe, which is just about his only redeemable attribute. Alfred also stays quiet when Zachary is around, and acts like his better half if he's the one talking to him.
Uniform/costume: None needed; he is a shapeshifter.
Origin Info/Details:
Nathan and Alfred were originally a pair of young siblings living in Los Angeles. They were born in a family of metas, with both of their parents being metahumans with power in their own right. Nathan has the power of the sun; his brother had control over shadow and darkness. But they did not know their abilities yet; not until puberty. For the first decade of their lives, they lived in a more or less normal existence; their parents had been quite adamant at keeping their powers hidden unless absolutely needed.

Then they came. One day, a group of armed men, one of whom was also a meta with the ability to disrupt the powers of others, stormed their house in the guise of a drug raid. They took away the two boys and left the parents dead. The house burned; all the press and public would know that a drug raid got very heated rather literally.

Nathan and Alfred, in the meantime, were taken to a secret facility, where they were experimented on like guinea pigs. A serum was injected into them, causing their bodies to be capable of shapeshifting, as well as granting strength and durability beyond human limits.

They were just 12 and 15.

It would continue. Another decade went as they were thrown through experiment after experiment. And it was after all that time that Alfred snapped, and took the chance. When the slimmest opportunity presented itself, he killed the guards by causing one to hallucinate, shooting his comrades before getting his neck snapped. The brothers escaped from the facility, but Alfred died in the attempt. He was gunned down, even as he yelled at his big brother to run.

Assuming a hundred different forms, Nathan would wander the country, eventually ending up in Lost Haven, where there was a rather large concentration of metas. Around this time, his mind, wracked by grief and broken by the whole decade of traumatic experiments, splintered. The other him called himself Alfred… and for some reason, when it's active, he has the powers of his dead brother. Was he possessed?

After a year, he would meet someone; Zachary Bennett. A kindly man just about his age, he was also a meta, one that could hear thoughts and… take pain away. It is through this mutual understanding that they became friends; Nathan couldn't even trust himself anymore. His splintered mind is now part of who he is; this body is not just his own.

Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Shapeshifter
Power Level: City
Powers:

Shapeshifting: Nathan and Alfred both possess the ability to change appearance at will. He is able to copy someone's appearance as long as he has seen them, and their voice if he has heard them speak. However, he cannot copy memories or powers.

Enhanced Strength and Durability: Nathan possesses superior strength and durability compared to a normal human, being capable of lifting 100 kilograms without much effort as well as being durable enough to get up from a ten story fall without injury.

Yin: At night, Alfred takes control. This gives the Horror an additional number of abilities, which happen to be the ones that give him his alias:

Umbrakinesis: Alfred unlocks the ability to control shadow, allowing him to envelope his surroundings in pitch black darkness in a radius of 50 meters. He is still able to see on darkness due to having thermal vision.

Hallucination Inducement: Alfred has the ability to induce hallucination in a single person within a short distance, making them see what he wants them to see. It seems that the illusion remains unbroken unless if Alfred's concentration is stopped by a third party, or if he decides to use any of his other abilities.

Timorviventikinesis: Alfred is capable of creating up to 20 creatures out of the fears of non meta people within a two block radius. They are recorded to resemble the fears of people, such as spiders, clowns, large dogs, and their abusive fathers, except for that they have a grotesque appearance, such as gaping wounds and sharp teeth. They are easy to destroy with conventional weapons, but they are easily replaced as long as the people from whose fears they are being created from are within the Horror's range. These creatures are seen to have great physical strength, with humanoid ones being found to have been capable of breaking a man's spine.

Yang: At day, Nathan retains control, giving him a completely different set of abilities.

Heliokinesis: Nathan has the ability to absorb and redirect photons, allowing him to create blinding flashbangs and miniature coronal ejections capable of melting concrete. He can also absorb light to the point of creating a blind spot around himself, though this requires strenuous concentration. It is unreliable without sunlight.

Attributes:

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 77 kilograms
Strength: Above average
Mobility: Average
Intelligence: Above average
Fighting Skill: Rather high. The natural ruthlessness of the Alfred personality seems to be rather avid fan of martial arts.
Resources: Virtually none; unemployed. He seems to get by through pocket thieving and welfare.

Weaknesses: Sonic weaponry seem to disrupt all of the Horror's abilities due to the rather unique molecular makeup of his body. He is also more suited to terrorizing innocent civilians than duking out with other metas.
Supporting Characters:
Zachary Bennett: Best Friend. Has the ability to relieve pain through physical contact as well as surface level telepathy.
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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

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Ruyn Grimm aka The Grim Reaper

Character you have created:
Ruyn Grimm

Alias:
The Grim Reaper (Reaper)

Speech Color: f9ad81
"Don't touch my mask or I'll break your fingers."

Character Alignment:
Walking the Line

Identity:
Public

Character Personality:
Ruyn is kinda reserved and knows he’s attractive but his social anxiety makes it difficult to navigate social interactions, and therefore is more often than not, a man of few words. However, he is also the kind to really open up and be honest about his mental state with the ones he trusts and loves with all of his heart (like Vita and Mori) and laughs easily at his friend's antics/jokes. He's got a wicked sense of humor and often jokes about death, depression, and other stuff. He is sometimes sarcastic, moody, and self-deprecating. Ruyn is also not afraid to punch or stab a bitch, just saying, especially if they are aggressive with him about his mask (verbal abuse, trying to take it off of him forcefully). But if they asked politely and promised not to scream at least he might consider taking it off.

Ruyn is soft-hearted on the inside and wants nothing more than to feel comfortable in his own skin around people he trusts. He wishes he wasn't so fucked up, but also does the best he can with it, and does his best to show the ones he cares about how much he cares for them. He is incredibly swayed by the cuteness of animals and children. when feeling confident, he is really charming, and persuasive, and knows how to use his voice, and looks to get what he wants, whether it's free stuff, a partner for the night, or information.

Ruyn also loves to dance, be it hip hop or ballroom. One of his favorite things to do is to go to his club where he can take his mask off and have fun with another demon or vampire on the dance floor. He is also 85-100 years old by now, and he is pretty good at guitar/piano.

Uniform/costume:
Often wears black clothing with splashes of blue, white, grey, and red thrown in. Typically dresses in jeans, a T-shirt, and a leather jacket or hoodie/sweater paired with boots, but looks dapper in a suit and tie. Wears tank tops and form-fitting workout pants when exercising. He also wears eyeliner and mascara, because he can. Sometimes he wears eyeshadow. Or maybe he’s just tired. It’s anyone’s guess.

When in battle, he wears black and red form-fitting full-body armor made of Demonsteel-plated leather armor that looks like dragon scales (including a battle mask molded to the exposed bone parts of his face(crafted by an immortal blacksmith friend and imbued with Ruyn's demonic signature).

Origin Info/Details

Ruyn lives with the twin goddesses Mori and Vita, the living embodiments of Death and Life, respectively. Mori, as the embodiment of Death and therefore the Patron Goddes of Death Demons, took him in when he was out trying to reap a soul and something went horribly wrong, nearly resulting in his untimely death before he could fully grow into his immortality (most demonic species grow like humans for the first ten years, but only just begin to physically mature-hit puberty-around 20, and age into adulthood/immortality around 40-45). Mori and Vita let him cook for them as he likes cooking even though none of them really need to eat. Mori also gave him new powers cuz she feels like he's like a lil bro or something and she’s not about to let her lil bro go out and get mugged by someone who thinks they’re a big badass for trying to fuck with a Grim Reaper. Mori originally was contemplating taking pity on him and making him her servant, but she was too soft-hearted when it came to her demons, especially poor Ruyn, so she decided it would be better if she just made him family. And the rest is history. Anyone who messes with Ruyn is literally laughing in the face of Death.

Some Jackass: Threatens Ruyn somehow/Is rude about Ruyn's mask probably.
Mori: So you have chosen to die this day

When Ruyn was a young demon (around 15 years old), he stumbled his way into the mortal realm, having accidentally teleported in a fit of despair: his Dam, his mother had been killed by a demon hunter while she was visiting another demon family. Poor Ruyn didn't know how to teleport back and was faced with horror and rejection from the mortals, was even almost killed several times but always escaped by instinctually teleporting away in fear. Ruyn learned to steal what he needed for food and clothing before teleporting and hiding away in order to take care of himself and avoid demon hunters/other supernatural beings. When he was 25 he was enslaved by another immortal, being "trained" to please their every wish, sexual or otherwise, only learning how to use his powers from another Reaper Demon slave. He was a slave for twelve years before being freed by a group of powerful beings who had been working to rescue him and the others within the underground slave market. Ruyn ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore, ending up at a young farm couple's house, who took him in and nursed his injuries, not batting an eye at his demonic heritage: they themselves were shifters and they welcomed the young, traumatized Reaper into their home.

He lived with them until he felt the need to move, and left after saying goodbye, moving to a new city. He was called into the spiritual realm one day by a desperate soul, and unintentionally left his physical body where it was vulnerable. A demon hunter took the opportunity to "capture" him, and brought him to a lab where he was poked and prodded until it jolted his soul back into his body with a silent scream; they had been cutting him open and that included his throat. He couldn't speak, he couldn't move, strapped down as he was, and not yet grown into his immortality, his lifeblood steadily flowing from is wounds and down the metal table to the floor. As he lay dying, he sent a prayer to whoever might be listening, to either end his suffering, or to give him the strength to destroy the beings who were torturing him so. Luckily for him, a certain Goddess of Death felt the plea of one of her beloved Demons, and flew into a rage, coming down herself to freeze them all in place.

She walked over to the demon she considered to be one of her own blood, and cupped his face in sadness, breathing a red mist upon him. it soaked into his skin, and his wounds rapidly healed, his strength welling to new heights, clouds of pain being chased away by relief. And with the relief came his wrath. He broke his bonds with a savage growl and tore into each of the hunters with merciless bloodshed.

Blood splattered the walls and ceiling, limbs and organs scattered about, torn, ripped to shreds. Broken bones, gore everywhere. On him, all over the room, under his claws and in his teeth and hair.

"My ferocious child," the goddess crooned, hair the color of fresh-spilled blood flowing about her shoulders. Her voice was dark, and echoing quality to it, like a creeping tide of death that rises and falls with her words. "I have failed you as your Patron. I will atone for my lack of protection and attention, I swear upon the very powers I wield. Come, you will be safe with me, and you will be stronger than before, stronger than you might have been without my intervention. Anyone hurts you in this way again, they will be meeting their end sooner than they can blink."

Ruyn looked at the pale-skinned woman, whose perfect, porcelain face held black eyes and glowing, blood-red markings that followed the bone structure of her face, giving her an eerie overlay as she held a claw-tipped hand out to him. Ruyn took her hand willingly, trusting her on instinct. The goddess and her subject disappeared from the mortal plane in a puff of smoky darkness.

Hero Type:
Supernatural: Death Demon; Reaper (Grim Reaper)

Power Level:
World

Powers:
-Reap souls from bodies with his scythe/Reaper Blades
-Enter the Spiritual Plane with or without his physical body
-Umbrakinesis: the ability to manipulate/control shadows/darkness
-Demon Mark/Rose Tattoo: glows when he uses his powers, and whoever draws it on something/tattoos it onto themselves can communicate telepathically with him and act as beacons for each other. He doesn’t allow anyone to know his full mark, so he covered it with a rose tattoo because there are other beings who would use it to his detriment (the one person he might show it to is blind so yeah).[
-Fully Demonic Form with wings
-Every 50 years can Reap one soul and use the years it had left to extend his own lifespan or that of someone else.
-Can teleport to places he has been before.
-Heightened senses (taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight).
-Accelerated healing/color]
-Sometimes shapeshifts into a tank-sized dragon made of bones and shadow.

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:
6'10

Weight:
250 lbs

Strength:
Can easily tear a man limb from limb. Can't bend titanium though. Could prolly lift an adult female elephant (8,000-10,000 lbs).

Mobility:
-On foot: 100mph in a straight line for 12 hours, starts to tire and slow down after 13.
-By wing: coasts at 80mp, can "speedrun" (so to speak) at 95
-Teleportation: nearly instantly, if teleporting in the mortal realm. Takes a few noticeable seconds if teleporting in, out, and around the spiritual realm.
-Agile: does gymnastics to keep himself fluid despite all the muscle. He's agile enough to be a spy, even when he wasn't grown into his powers.

Intelligence:
He's naturally intelligent, as most of his species, but he's developed his intelligence, especially in fields of interest he takes great joy in studying/practicing. So, probably a genius, especially when it comes to all forms of weaponry and combat, and spy work/intelligence gathering (the main reason why he ends up knowing so much).

Fighting Skill:
Excels at most forms of combat, though his true martial skill lies in swordsmanship, throwing knives, daggers and hand to hand, fight-to-the-death combat. Pretty fluid about subduing targets quickly, as well.

Resources:
-Blades, lots of blades
-A goddess of Death with a penchant for training until both of them are bruised and bleeding.
-Lots of money accumulated over the years
-Owns a bar on the DL, it brings in good cash and loyal clientele of the supernatural/metahuman/alien kind

Weaknesses:
Severe Social Anxiety-He wears a mask cuz his face fades into bare bones, exposing his jaw bone, long fangs and sharp, pointed teeth before fading back into the base of his skull. It scares/weirds people out, and they think he’s scary because of it, despite him being a total sweetheart. As a result, he has extreme social anxiety, particularly when people ask him to remove his mask or why he’s wearing one. He could glamor himself but as he’s a Death Demon who has to speak with other supernatural beings, it’s not exactly always an option to be glamoured (may supernatural beings see through glamors anyway), so the mask is easier. His anxiety makes it hard for him to have the confidence to date/make new friends. As a result, he is often unsure of new friendships but kinda lives in his own little world at times and doesn't notice when someone might actually like him.

PTSD: Ruyn used to be enslaved, and was alone for many of his years as a young child/teenage demon. Sometimes unexpected touch causes his anxiety to spike, or for him to flinch, expecting pain. Certain weapons (like whips) make him nauseous to look at and he absolutely panics if his hands and feet are bound. Panic attacks last anywhere from 5 minutes to a few hours. Sometimes he hyperventilates until he passes out from too much/not enough oxygen and/or shakes so hard he can hardly move. Sometimes he has to teleport to the pocket realm he and his adoptive sisters call home, away from the middle of a battle just to keep it together so he's not killed by it.

Beheading/Full Dismemberment-He can heal from most fatal/grievous wounds such as a bullet to the chest, but cannot regenerate if his head is severed and kept away from his neck (if reattached quickly enough, he can heal enough to not die immediately, but it has to be within two minutes of decapitation). Limbs can be reattached/regenerated, but regenerating entire limbs takes up to a week and is extremely painful.

Demonic Marking: While it can be used by him to track down loved ones who are in danger, it is also a risk as there are many other cruel beings who would use it to track him down and enslave/kill him. Ruyn would rather die than be enslaved again. And he'd also rather not die.

Sensory Overload: extremely crowded areas, tight spaces, blinding lights, and sometimes high pitches in sound or extreme volumes give him nosebleeds and anxiety and sometimes migraines that are so bad his body shuts down. Certain smells that he doesn't like sometimes make him nauseous. He can't walk past the laundry sections in stores without holding a hand to his already-masked nose. Uncomfortable physical touch can trigger his anxiety/PTSD and causes nausea and panic.

Depression/Self Deprecation: Constantly fights with self-hate and depression, Some days are worse than others.

Permanently Damaged Vocal Cords: He literally can't speak in a whisper, the hunters did a number on his throat when they cut him open, and Mori isn't a healer, not really, so she was unable to reverse the damage all the way. He can talk softly and purr his words, but that's as low as he can go.

Supporting Characters:
Ahmose, Minor Egyptian God of Shadows, Moonlight and the Undead: close friend and sparring partner, adopted older brother. Helps Ruyn meditate and deal with his past trauma. Ruyn is eternally grateful for Ahmose's quiet understanding and silent support.
Cian, Primordial Vampire, Queen of Vampiric Ireland: Close friend and sparring partner, fellow chaos raiser, adopted older sister. Always knows the best people to help him fix his weapons.
Menkaura, Minor Egyptian God and Protector of Cats, Children, and Women: Close friend, sparring partner, adopted older brother. Also helps him blend in with modern fashion, and gives fashion advice.
Mori, Living Embodiment of Death, Patron Goddess of Death Demons: Roommate and adopted older sister.
Vita, Living embodiment of Life, Patron Goddes of Healers and Life-givers: Roommate and adopted older sister.

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The tall, nearly seven-foot male sighed as he waited in line to order a drink, messing with the rings on his fingers, twisting the one on his right middle finger that had a rotating center, the sound mildly loud and rasping to his sensitive hearing if he let his guard down. He had to keep it up in order to not go into sensory overload on a daily basis, if he wanted life to be a least a little bit easier than it had been the past 50-55 years before meeting Mori. Ah, Mori, his Patron Goddess of Death and Death Demons. Also, his adoptive sister. He's still not sure how he went from being an Ascended Reaper to Primordial Reaper-Something to do with Mori's guilt at being an absentee Patron and how he was older than he thought, and technically was the oldest living Reaper? Whatever. He had a family who cared for him and a best friend who made him feel comfortable with himself, and that's kind of all he cared about at the moment.

"Excuse me, sir," someone tapped on Ruyn's shoulder blade with a hard finger, and he turned his head to regard the short human female with a raised eyebrow. the human in question couldn't be more than 5'5" and 112 pounds, heavy makeup with blonde hair in a big, southern style hairdo, large hoop earrings in her ears, country club fashion clothing her from head to toe.

"Can I help you?" he rumbled.

"You know it's rude to wear masks inside, right?" the female demanded bossily. "You should take your mask off and show a little common decency."

"I am wearing this mask out of common decency, thank you," he narrowed his pupil-less eyes at her. This bitch has more balls than most of the men here and half the brains, he thought to himself.

"Oh, really?" a snotty tone, hands on hips in a bitchy manner.

"Yes, really," his voice deepened and too on a dark, echoing and ringing quality, and the woman's face paled as she recognized the sound of a demonic voice. "I wear this mask to keep you from nightmares that drive sane men to insanity and self-violence. So do not fucking touch me or talk shit about my mask, again, yes?." the female nodded and averted her eyes. Ruyn sighed and turned back to the line, ignoring the eyes on him, casually ordered three coffees and paid for them all before leaving the coffee shop in a cloud of black smoke that smelled like roses and spice. He hated making a scene, he really did, but humans were stubborn creatures.

So I wrote this between 3-5am, there's prolly mistakes in there somewhere.

@IrishAngelQueen

I'll approve this. Just keep in mind, gods and goddesses are limited to being about as powerful as the New Gods in DC or the Asguardians in Marvel

Star Wars: Legacies (Always Open)

Alright, now that my electricity has come back, expect some posts in the next couple of days

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

*rises from her grave*
I am back, after what's prolly more than 3 years oops. Uhhh Can I just restart with a new character and forget about all my previous ones? I promise I'll do my best to be WAAAAYYYY more active this time. Girl Scout's honor.

Please ignore this spoiler, its a wip rn.

Ruyn Grimm aka The Grim Reaper

Character you have created: Ruyn Grimm

Alias: The Grim Reaper (Reaper)

Speech Color: f9ad81
"Don't touch my mask or I'll break your fingers."

Character Alignment:

Identity:

Character Personality:

Uniform/costume:

Origin Info/Details:

Season 1/2 Summary: N/A?

Hero Type:

Power Level:

Powers:

Attributes (Select one at each category):

Height:

Weight:

Strength:

Mobility:

Intelligence:

Fighting Skill:

Resources:

Weaknesses:

Supporting Characters:

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Sounds good and welcome back. Looking forward to seeing what you come up with

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

Nikolai Ivushkin, the Cryophoenix

When he's just a dude

Character you have created: Nikolai Ivushkin
Alias: Cryophoenix
Speech Color: "I like pizza and this code is 6ecff6." - Nikolai Ivushkin, 2020
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Nikolai is a clever joker, perhaps best known for his love of memes on history and science. He has many strange interests, and is seen as strange as a result. However, he is also a flaunter of his superior intellect and looks down on those that don't understand in his level, giving him a mixed reputation. Still, he is ostensibly caring and defensive for those he sees as friend or as equals, but other people that are not as close don't receive the same treatment, and may even be seen with contempt if they had assaulted him in the past. While usually chill and likable, he could be prone to fits of drunkenness, which are quite embarassing. He has a mentality of 'anything it takes'; he will not hesitate to destroy someone entirely if they are a proven serial killer. He thus believes that some people are simply unredeemable.
Uniform/costume: None; his transformation suffices to hide his identity. However, when fighting while in human form, he wears a Guy Fawkes mask and a black trench coat.
Origin Info/Details: The child of immigrant parents from the now defunct Soviet Union, Nikolai was born a few minutes before his twin Nikita, making him the older of the two of them. He was the middle child, with his older sister Katarina being born a few good years before he was. His father, Piotr (now called Peter), was a soldier, and he would often be absent due to being assigned in the sand strewn battle fields of the Middle East as well as the broken cities of the now defunct Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. However, an injury forced Piotr to retire from the military; he would then pursue online business, while also allowed him far more time with his twin sons. Thus, Nikolai would be raised in a rather, say, unique way; he was raised to be goal oriented and to have a will of metal; determination and perseverance are some of the things that would define him as he grew up. Nikolai would thus be seen with favour by most of the local neighbourhood. Intelligent, courteous, straight A's: the perfect child in the eyes of many. He had great pride with himself, and rightly so, for he is bound to be of the honor roll of the local high school. It was in his elementary days that he developed his eccentric properties; he sometimes used a cane even though he was not an old man, and always wore black and grey. He was weird, but fascinatingly intelligent. In junior year, he held the position of Editor in Chief of the school paper, which ensured that he knew quite literally everyone in the school.

Days would pass, and then they turned to months and then years. One day, while contemplating about the future, he found himself lowering the temperature of his surroundings; frost and snow had formed on the ground all around him. It was a strange time, too; it wasn't even the winter months yet. There was only one possible outcome, then: he now has the power of the winter. A day after that, he was assaulted with visions of his past lives. The ones that came before told him who he was; the latest incarnation of an ancient wizard of the east that wielded powers of winter and cold. He was, for all its worth, the Cryophoenix; a spirit of unforgiving cold that endures continual cycles of death and rebirth to help defend the world from threats, wherever and whenever they come.

Decades would pass as Nikolai studied medicine in university, and got himself an honor roll in the process. He'd become a medical researcher; an expert in the functions of the human body in the good times and bad. However, every night, the Cryophoenix stalked the cold shadows, seeking out murderers and thieves in a bid to remove the pests of society from existence. Some would be impaled in spikes of ice; some would just be found stuck in ice cuffs right outside the police precinct, ready to be captured. But who could say that the Cryophoenix was a friend of mankind, other than those who know him personally?
Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Mystic
Power Level: City Level
Powers:

Cryokinesis/Cryogenesis: Nikolai wields the ability to rapidly reduce the thermal and kinetic energy of objects through a gust of freezing magic that he fires from his hands, or by physical contact. In addition, he forms an anomalous form of ice that he could also control with both thoughts and hand gestures. This anomalous ice, known as Phoenix Frost, is as hard as rock and takes twice as long as normal ice to melt. This ice can be formed in any shape he wishes such as bladed weapons and solid blocks. It seems that only up to a metric ton of the material could exist in any given time; he is able to 'take back' his magical ice back into himself in a mist-like form should he need it elsewhere.

Cryophoenix Transformation: After a lengthy incantation, the phoenix tattoo on Nikolai's wrist glows white and coats him in a flurry of mist and ice, out of which emerges a phoenix that is seemingly made from pure frost. The Cryophoenix possesses a flight speed equal to that of a Peregrine Falcon (186 mph), but in winter conditions, it increases to up to 450 mph. The Cryophoenix is able to maintain its form for up to 30 minutes before needing to return to human form, but it is also able to keep itself in a shrunken state the size of a starling indefinitely. When in Cryophoenix form, the Cryokinetic abilities become wildly imprecise, with the ability to shape ice into definite objects becoming ineffectual. Rather, the Cryophoenix possesses two main avenues of ice based attacks: its icy breath, which rapidly immobilizes and slows down targets upon impact, and the ice 'feathers' that it shoots out of its wings.
Attributes:

Height: 5'8"/ 10'
Weight: 70 kilograms/120 kilograms
Strength: Average; no super strength
Mobility: Not that good when in human form, but when transformed, he becomes extremely mobile with the power of flight.
Intelligence: Above average; he has messy handwriting and has been lauded for his thesis on cryogenic therapies. He says that it's all just hard work, though.
Fighting Skill: Apparently, the Cryophoenix knows how to fight hand in hand, taking techniques from Krav Maga, Northern Shaolin Kong Fu, Judo, and Esrima. He is not a master, but he could easily take down the average thug without using a single bolt of ice.
Resources: What does a 31 year old medical researcher with a bright mind get, anyway? He is quite well off, but he does not have great resources; not that he needs a lot anyway.

Weaknesses: It has been proven that heat based weaponry are the greatest threat to the Cryophoenix, as it literally causes its cryogenic avian form to start melting. In addition, extreme blunt force trauma could break its form. Nikolai Ivushkin himself does not possess superhuman durability, and could be killed with a bullet to the head.
Supporting Characters:
Nikita Ivushkin; his twin brother, who has no powers whatsoever. He works in a tech company and also has a big brain. He knows that his brother is the incarnation of an ancient ice spirit, and is quite proud of it.

Peter Ivushkin and Mary Ivushkin; his parents. They're old retirees, and feel conflicted about how their son freezes criminals every night.

Catherine; his older sister. She doesn't seem to care. But she does. In her own way.

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My Hider

Eleazar Nikolavich Diaz-Sapohznik

"Where's your sister?"

Eleazar stood in front of his mom, a little unsure about the answer that he had mustered for her question. He was tasked with accompanying his younger sister Alessia to school everyday, as it was, as his mother put it, 'his prime directive'. The pendulum swung thrice before Eleazar broke the rather awkward silence that he and his mother shared in the dining room.

"She…" Eleazar stammered, scratching the back of his head. His sister was a total enigma to deal with; she often got out of the house way earlier that he did, and she usually did not even wake him up. It's like she did not care if everyone else got worried about her. "Uh… she left before I finished preparing my stuff…"

"Oh, that girl…" Felicita shook her head in annoyance. "She's as impatient as ever, no? She wouldn't even wait for you to come along with her to school… aren't your classes at the same time?"

"Actually, there's something else." Eleazar put on his signature black jacket from the coat hanger near the door before picking up his cane. "We're merging with another school that closed down for some reason today. Liberty High, I think. They're rich kids, mostly."

"Now that's odd." Felicita nodded slowly. Rosefell and Liberty merging together was one of the unlikeliest things to ever happen. "Okay. Do you have your lunch with you? How about your phone?"

Eleazar pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, shaking it in front of her. "I have everything, mom."

"Alright. Go say goodbye to your dad."

Eleazar nodded and quickly sprinted towards the bakery, which was a family business that had sustained them for the last twenty years. His father was the one running it, and he worked along with one assistant. Not enough was usually earned every day to pay a bunch of employees, so he usually had one or two teens working part time jobs. Their jobs were quite basic; put the bread in the bags, take the payments, give the change. The lives of this family were not glamorous, but they were not dirt poor either. They were somewhere in between.

"Dad, I'm going now." Eleazar said as he walked near the ovens where the bread was being formed from dough and yeast and whatever toppings/fillings they wanted.

His dad, who had taken to being called Nicholas after all of his years in America, turned from his work and handed him a paper bag filled with conchas. "Alright sonny, take care. Your sister had gotten ahead of you half an hour ago…"

"Okay dad." Eleazar then sat on the driver's seat of his electric tricycle, which was a quaint little thing that was clearly suitable for getting around in short distances, like the metres that he had to cover from home to school. Alessia was probably already there anyway…

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After chaining up his electric tricycle on the parking lot, Eleazar quickly got in. There were noticeably more people in here, as the merging had begun. He imagined that quite a number of Rosefell students didn't like that these bourgesie Liberty High-ers were coming in here… but, if anything, if he was able to befriend a few, he'd get buddies that were rich… which was a win-win in any scenario. They'd get a homie as sweet as a cake, and his pizza cravings would be readily satisfied.

Either way, he found himself walking towards a table, filled with stickers with 'Hi, my name is' followed by a blank. It was another of these events, it seems. He would just put one on with his name written on it. Eleazar walked with a noticeable limp, as his left leg had been injured a year or so back in a football match.

It wouldn't be long before he found a familiar face, as he saw Cael Crawford along with Spike and a boy he did not recognize. Probably one of the newcomers.

Speeding up a little, he would walk up to them with a more or less sober expression. He did, however, lighten up when he got close to Cael, as he just hugged him from behind and used his shoulder as a chin rest. Typical demeanour from him to a friend. Eleazar did remember the time when Cael had fallen for him… but that was a long time ago. Right now, he was a friend. "Well, well, well, look at who the egregious tides of time and circumstance had brought into this... humble institution." He extended a hand to Christian, though not before taking his glove off. "Eleazar Nikolavich, at your service. I assume you're one of the newcomers from the… uh… what was it again… Liberty, right. Liberty High." His memory was a little spotty; he had little sleep last night due to playing Dungeons and Dragons with his… international friends. "You lot are welcome in this place, I guarantee that you will have a lot of fun here. And make new… um… friends. And stuff. You know what I mean… hehe. Heh." At that moment, he just pulled out a Concha and began munching on it. "Just ask... us if you have questions. And stuff."

Awkward…

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

This has piqued my interest. How does a cryokinetic that transforms into a flying cryophoenix sound?

@The Man Emperor

Actually, that sounds quite interesting