Name: William Henry Thompson
Codename: The Rocket
City of Operation: Ashtabula
Appearance: A rather disheveled looking man, Will Thompson is a gangly, unkempt person with a constant look of shock and confusion about him. He's sitting nicely at 5'11", with shaggy black hair and brown eyes. While he doesn't dress like an absolute slob, he could certainly do with going to the laundromat more often, and tends to default to the same old ratty looking jacket. Could do with a shave.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Superpowers: Rocket boots! Rocket fists! Rocket kneecaps! I'M GONNA SLAP A ROCKET PACK EVERYWHERE I CAN AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME. It's not a full-on suit of power armor, but rather a copious amount of jet packs that allow for maximum mobility. When they're not exploding. Or launching him into a building on accident. Or just refusing to work. He kind of scrapped them together from metal found in the local landfill, so they're kind of unreliable.
Skills/ Talents: He's decent at slapping broken bits and pieces together and somehow getting working parts out of it. Gut a refrigerator, a busted motorcycle, and that thirty-year old television set and you have yourself a new radio! He's a nimble little shit, too, and years of accidentally exploding or having experiments backfire on him means he's got some pretty decent reflexes.
Equipment: Rockets. Scrap. Jets. Some basic tools. Internal combustion engines what make you go fast.
Weaknesses: Tends to overlook little details. Rather absent-minded, and has issues focusing on shit that isn't his next cool idea. Like whether or not he should slap a giant set of rockets to his back and hit the ignition. Not super athletic, since he mostly relies on ROCKET BOOTS to get around.
Psyche: Likes taking stuff to pieces. Likes fiddling with shit. Likes going fast. Tends to get worked up and more than a little hyperactive at times. Constantly poking with stuff, ever since he got caught in the Rain he's had the constant need to just fiddle with things.
History: Born in the middle of nowhere...which is to say the shining city of hope and bright futures, Ashtabula. Since there is pretty much nothing to do in Ashtabula other than fiddle with the copious amounts of trash there, that's what he did. Graduated from the A-Tech, and more or less went from one job to the next, tinkering and fiddling as he can. Tended to swerve to the bad side of the law, and when he got Caught in the White Rain his tendency towards fiddling went in all kinds of wonky directions and now he's making rocket boots and all kinds of nutty shit like that. And then started busting into banks and stuff, because why the hell not? It's not like there's more than three police cars on patrol at any given time here, eh? Upon hearing about the deaths of Cleveland's superheroes, decided to take his petty crime sprees to the big city.
Codename: The Rocket
City of Operation: Ashtabula
Appearance: A rather disheveled looking man, Will Thompson is a gangly, unkempt person with a constant look of shock and confusion about him. He's sitting nicely at 5'11", with shaggy black hair and brown eyes. While he doesn't dress like an absolute slob, he could certainly do with going to the laundromat more often, and tends to default to the same old ratty looking jacket. Could do with a shave.
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Superpowers: Rocket boots! Rocket fists! Rocket kneecaps! I'M GONNA SLAP A ROCKET PACK EVERYWHERE I CAN AND THERE'S NOT A DAMN THING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME. It's not a full-on suit of power armor, but rather a copious amount of jet packs that allow for maximum mobility. When they're not exploding. Or launching him into a building on accident. Or just refusing to work. He kind of scrapped them together from metal found in the local landfill, so they're kind of unreliable.
Skills/ Talents: He's decent at slapping broken bits and pieces together and somehow getting working parts out of it. Gut a refrigerator, a busted motorcycle, and that thirty-year old television set and you have yourself a new radio! He's a nimble little shit, too, and years of accidentally exploding or having experiments backfire on him means he's got some pretty decent reflexes.
Equipment: Rockets. Scrap. Jets. Some basic tools. Internal combustion engines what make you go fast.
Weaknesses: Tends to overlook little details. Rather absent-minded, and has issues focusing on shit that isn't his next cool idea. Like whether or not he should slap a giant set of rockets to his back and hit the ignition. Not super athletic, since he mostly relies on ROCKET BOOTS to get around.
Psyche: Likes taking stuff to pieces. Likes fiddling with shit. Likes going fast. Tends to get worked up and more than a little hyperactive at times. Constantly poking with stuff, ever since he got caught in the Rain he's had the constant need to just fiddle with things.
History: Born in the middle of nowhere...which is to say the shining city of hope and bright futures, Ashtabula. Since there is pretty much nothing to do in Ashtabula other than fiddle with the copious amounts of trash there, that's what he did. Graduated from the A-Tech, and more or less went from one job to the next, tinkering and fiddling as he can. Tended to swerve to the bad side of the law, and when he got Caught in the White Rain his tendency towards fiddling went in all kinds of wonky directions and now he's making rocket boots and all kinds of nutty shit like that. And then started busting into banks and stuff, because why the hell not? It's not like there's more than three police cars on patrol at any given time here, eh? Upon hearing about the deaths of Cleveland's superheroes, decided to take his petty crime sprees to the big city.
Name: Rodney Callahan
Codename: BLITZ RANGER
City of Operation: Los Angeles
Appearance: Between the wavy blonde hair, hawkish features, and rather striking blue eyes, Rodney looks like something straight out of a shonen fightan' cartoon. Sitting whereabouts six feet at 180 pounds, he's got a decently athletic build. His slim figure makes him more akin to a professional swimmer than a weight lifter.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Superpowers: Outside of his decent physical capabilities, Rodney doesn't have any magic or superpowers. Rather, he was granted the ability to call forth his armor and transform into the Blitz Ranger-the latest in the long line of mystical warriors who fight against evil. The armor itself makes him faster, stronger, and gives him a number of superpowered attack moves that harness the might of the storm, including the legendary Raging Lightning Strike, a powerful kick that transforms him into a bolt of lightning and annihilate evil.
Skills/ Talents: He's pretty good at martial arts (Jeet Kun Do in particular), and enjoys surfing in his spare time, although there isn't much of an opportunity to do so in Cleveland.
Equipment: The only thing he absolutely keeps about his person is his belt with the medallion in the buckle. In order to summon the armor on his person, he grabs the buckle that has the medallion embedded within it and gives it a right spin while yelling the transformation word. I guess the armor itself counts as equipment.
Weaknesses: Rodney Callahan isn't the brightest bulb in the pack. He's rather single minded in his pursuits, and can be pretty goddamn naive. Laid-back attitude tends to make him fail to realize dangerous situations when they arise.
Psyche:
Rodney has a rather strong sense of right and wrong. There is good, and there is evil-and evil must be defeated. Generally sports a rather energetic attitude about life and love, and is a decidedly bright, optimistic person. He also has a flair for the dramatic, and tends to pose and yell out cheesy catchphrases when he can, a product of being raised on old tokusatsu shows and Saturday morning cartoons.
History: Rodney Callahan was an LA native, living in a fairly idealistic nuclear family. He spent most of his childhood in Pasadena either out exploring the town, hitting the beach, or bonding with his father-the owner of a small surf shop-over cartoons and old, cheesy sentai shows. While his grades weren't the best in school, he more than made up for it with his boundless enthusiasm and hot-blooded attitude. He was on his way to living out a fairly honest life, for the most part, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked when the aliens invaded.
They came at night, dragging themselves out of the water, ugly monsters that looked like they had been thrown together out of stone and tar, borne from living shadows. Rodney was with his friends at the time, hanging out late one stormy night at their usual hangout beneath the local pier, when they were ambushed by these monsters that were intent on dragging them to the dark places beneath the waves. They would have succeeded to, had the teenagers not been saved by a brilliant warrior in bug-shaped armor who stopped the aliens in their tracks and fought them off. This hero, who called himself a masked rider by the name of Motor Head, informed them of the Grr't, an evil race of aliens that were waging a secret war against humanity from their hidden base deep within the oceans across Earth.
As luck would have it Motor Head needed aid in fighting the Grr't, and so he took the band of plucky teenagers under his wing, teaching them self-defense and the ways of fighting against the very heart of darkness from beyond the stars. So a number of years went by like this, as Rodney and company lived double lives, fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by day-oh god I'm so sorry please don't hate me. But eventually, Motor Head was growing old. So, in order to keep the fight against the Grr't alive, chose Rodney as his successor, bequeathing the medallion that would allow the young man-who was 19 at the time-so that he may summon his own personal set of armor and become the next Masked Rider.
Rodney continued on fighting evil in general and the Grr't in particular, when the White Rain came. While he wasn't caught, the sudden revealing of the secret world beneath this one made the existence of The Blitz Ranger far more public. And when he heard of the deaths of Cleveland superheroes and the mass prison-break, he knew he had to move to Cleveland for a time to help fight the evil that was spread upon them. Not only that, but it allowed him to follow the rumors that the Grr't were employing the Great Lakes as a forward base to help invade deeper into the US.
Codename: BLITZ RANGER
City of Operation: Los Angeles
Appearance: Between the wavy blonde hair, hawkish features, and rather striking blue eyes, Rodney looks like something straight out of a shonen fightan' cartoon. Sitting whereabouts six feet at 180 pounds, he's got a decently athletic build. His slim figure makes him more akin to a professional swimmer than a weight lifter.
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Superpowers: Outside of his decent physical capabilities, Rodney doesn't have any magic or superpowers. Rather, he was granted the ability to call forth his armor and transform into the Blitz Ranger-the latest in the long line of mystical warriors who fight against evil. The armor itself makes him faster, stronger, and gives him a number of superpowered attack moves that harness the might of the storm, including the legendary Raging Lightning Strike, a powerful kick that transforms him into a bolt of lightning and annihilate evil.
Skills/ Talents: He's pretty good at martial arts (Jeet Kun Do in particular), and enjoys surfing in his spare time, although there isn't much of an opportunity to do so in Cleveland.
Equipment: The only thing he absolutely keeps about his person is his belt with the medallion in the buckle. In order to summon the armor on his person, he grabs the buckle that has the medallion embedded within it and gives it a right spin while yelling the transformation word. I guess the armor itself counts as equipment.
Weaknesses: Rodney Callahan isn't the brightest bulb in the pack. He's rather single minded in his pursuits, and can be pretty goddamn naive. Laid-back attitude tends to make him fail to realize dangerous situations when they arise.
Psyche:
I am the bolt of justice that strikes down from heaven itself! I am the roar of sound that drives fear into the hearts of evil! I AM THE FLASH OF LIGHT THAT CAN TURN NIGHT INTO DAY. I AM THE BLITZ RANGER.
Rodney has a rather strong sense of right and wrong. There is good, and there is evil-and evil must be defeated. Generally sports a rather energetic attitude about life and love, and is a decidedly bright, optimistic person. He also has a flair for the dramatic, and tends to pose and yell out cheesy catchphrases when he can, a product of being raised on old tokusatsu shows and Saturday morning cartoons.
History: Rodney Callahan was an LA native, living in a fairly idealistic nuclear family. He spent most of his childhood in Pasadena either out exploring the town, hitting the beach, or bonding with his father-the owner of a small surf shop-over cartoons and old, cheesy sentai shows. While his grades weren't the best in school, he more than made up for it with his boundless enthusiasm and hot-blooded attitude. He was on his way to living out a fairly honest life, for the most part, but everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked when the aliens invaded.
They came at night, dragging themselves out of the water, ugly monsters that looked like they had been thrown together out of stone and tar, borne from living shadows. Rodney was with his friends at the time, hanging out late one stormy night at their usual hangout beneath the local pier, when they were ambushed by these monsters that were intent on dragging them to the dark places beneath the waves. They would have succeeded to, had the teenagers not been saved by a brilliant warrior in bug-shaped armor who stopped the aliens in their tracks and fought them off. This hero, who called himself a masked rider by the name of Motor Head, informed them of the Grr't, an evil race of aliens that were waging a secret war against humanity from their hidden base deep within the oceans across Earth.
As luck would have it Motor Head needed aid in fighting the Grr't, and so he took the band of plucky teenagers under his wing, teaching them self-defense and the ways of fighting against the very heart of darkness from beyond the stars. So a number of years went by like this, as Rodney and company lived double lives, fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by day-oh god I'm so sorry please don't hate me. But eventually, Motor Head was growing old. So, in order to keep the fight against the Grr't alive, chose Rodney as his successor, bequeathing the medallion that would allow the young man-who was 19 at the time-so that he may summon his own personal set of armor and become the next Masked Rider.
Rodney continued on fighting evil in general and the Grr't in particular, when the White Rain came. While he wasn't caught, the sudden revealing of the secret world beneath this one made the existence of The Blitz Ranger far more public. And when he heard of the deaths of Cleveland superheroes and the mass prison-break, he knew he had to move to Cleveland for a time to help fight the evil that was spread upon them. Not only that, but it allowed him to follow the rumors that the Grr't were employing the Great Lakes as a forward base to help invade deeper into the US.