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Justice League: Futures End

Thank you, that's what I was wondering, since the drones seem completely harmless to anyone who can fly.

Justice League: Futures End

So, question. Brainiac Drones=techno zombies or are they distinct? I was imagining drones as being flying Brainiac things that probably shoot lasers, but I really have no idea, but the latest IC post by Jotunn has me doubting.

Justice League: Futures End

"Yeah, but no pressure, right?"

Exhaling, Virgil knew he wasn't quite mentally prepared: he'd never really worked with a team this large.

Rolling his head over his shoulders and cracking his neck, he reached into the black and yellow coat open over his shoulders, whipping out a stack of metal, which quickly became encased in a glow of electricity. As it unfolded, Static hopped on, his saucer bobbing as he adjusted his power to his weight: a trivial task at this point. Floating up, Static noted, "Time to see what's up with this 'Braniac'. Most of my rogues can't even pass algebra!"

Floating over by Superbeast, taking a moment to admire the extinct form he was taking, Static couldn't help but note the team makeups, pointing out, "I think you're on the wrong side for that: the other team is like a no fly zone!"

Then again, Virgil wasn't exactly the most acquainted with the League's various heroes. He wasn't one of those weirdoes who creeped around on superhero fansites...except his own sometimes, though never for long. Sorry 'staticslover09', but your love will forever go unrequited.

Justice League: Futures End

Name: Virgil Hawkins
Alias: Static
Age: 17
Team: Young Justice Academy

Powers: Since being afflicted by the Big Bang gas, Virgil is akin to a human battery. While he can't hold or produce unlimited power, he can siphon it from electrical devices, and charges naturally (though slowly) by collecting static from moving around.

By discharging said electricity, he can manipulate it too his will, blasting targets or applying a charge to objects or surfaces. This includes magnetic charges, allowing him to attract/repel things with a charge, like moving metal, such as his trademark collapsible saucer.

Weaknesses: In the event Virgil has charged up or absorbed too much power, it becomes more difficult to control, often sparking out, requiring him to discharge a fair amount before it returns to normal. Of course, in general, if he uses too much power, his capabilities will be limited until he can recharge, either through a source such as power lines or after some rest. He also has issues with water, which can easily disrupt his charges.

Appearance:


Personality: Wise cracking and cool headed, Virgil's been known to get full of himself at times his cockiness occasionally leading him into danger. As one of the only heroes who sprouted from Dakota's Big Bang, he has a rather strong moral compass thanks to his strict upbringing. He has a tendency to be a bit immature, but with the recent Man of Steel situation, chances are Virgil is going to have some growing up to do.

Brief Bio: Native to Dakota City, Illinois, Virgil grew up as just one part of the city's rather sizable black community. Under a strict father, Robert, and a kind mother, Jean, along with a bratty sister, Sharon, Virgil was more blessed with family than many, but the city's rampant gang violence took his mother from him at a young age. Gone too soon, Jean's death in the line of duty wouldn't change the city over night, being just one in a long list of casualties, but even though Virgil was barely old enough to comprehend the finality of death, it would change his home life for years to come, with Robert's desire to keep his children out of trouble resulting in a tighter grip, while Sharon felt the need to fill the gap her mother left, with questionable results.

Entering the school life, Virgil was rather gifted, but as he excelled, for every time a teacher praised him, a peer derided him. Maybe some were just jealous, or spiteful (shame chill pills aren't prescribed until after puberty), but some took it too a more personal level, saying he wasn't 'thug' enough, or not 'black' enough. Being too young to properly process it, and to fearful of the consequences of taking either path, be it separation from his peers or the scorn of his father, his grades, and friends, fluctuated, Virgil always trying to balance both sides, yet never managing to quite satisfy either. The more he hung with bad crowds, the more his grades slipped, and the more he flaked on his friends to study, the less he'd have to come back to.

In middle school, the bullying hit a rise, but Virgil was rescued by an upperclassman, Larry Wade. While he was one of the most infamous juvenile delinquents in his side of the city, Larry took a liking to Virgil, offering him an answer to his plight: protection. Virgil could join his gang, giving him shielding from those who would harass him, while also having comrades regardless of how often he could hang. The catch? Larry would call in a favor every so often: sometimes it would be help with homework, other times Virgil would be the one to run to the store to pick up some food. All in all, not a bad arrangement!

By the time Virgil was in high school, his sister was in college, juggling a part time job while trying to get into medical school, Virgil was forced to move to the other side of the city, in hopes of making things even just a little easier for her. Virgil saw Larry and the gang less often, but they still saw each other: things didn't change much, until gang violence started to get higher. Virgil, a bit further away from trouble, was able to keep his head down and avoid most of it, things going pretty well as he gained new friends in the more relaxed high school of a better neighborhood.

One year ago, however, Larry found Virgil and called in a favor, one less desirable than any of the last. Virgil had thought he was going to hang, but after learning he was being pushed into joining in on a gang fight and given a firearm, his opinion of his arrangement with Larry shifted drastically. But when Virgil protested, Larry assailed him with guilt. This was big: bigger than any of the scuffles Larry got in, and if they failed, he'd no longer have the influence to keep Virgil out of trouble. One night of pain for a school life of peace was all Larry was asking for. And so, though his feet trudged along with the weight of hesitance and anxiety, Virgil followed into the quiet storage yard in the city's worst district.

Before the fighting broke out, his father's voice raging in his head, Virgil got cold feet as tensions mounted, and ended up fleeing mere minutes before it began, Larry's wrath at being ditched by Virgil following his steps. Disposing of the gun, Virgil prayed he could escape without incident as the fight broke out, hoping he could slip through in the confusion, but the police arrived. And worse yet, in the panic, a mysterious eruption occurred, gas of a different shade mixing with the tear gas expended to halt the gang bangers, marking the Big Bang. As the mutagen engulfed the gang bangers, affecting their very makeup, those closest to the initial outbreak were affected the quickest. The volatile transmutations resulted in roughly 90% of those afflicted dying, and it's a miracle that the number was that low. Of those remaining, while the incubation period would vary from minutes, to hours, to days, they would survive, though most of them with horrid disfigurements, often somehow crippled: bones too heavy to lift, skin too ridged to move, or body imbalanced by strange growths. Perhaps about 1% were lucky enough to be gifted, and Virgil was among them, passing out in a ditch, escaping notice in all the chaos.

By dawn, he continued to remain hidden, but not by his own will. Virgil awoke amid a bed of metal shavings stuck in his clothes, nails jabbed into his hair, and a blanket of garbage can lids and the metal refuse within. Digging himself free, he made the walk of shame home; tired, bruised, reeking, and strangely bewitching for the metallic friends and family of Dakota City.

While the scolding he revived from his father was legendary, Virgil was in no position to despair over his grounding, as he quickly discovered his powers, and the fact that he was not alone. Shamefully, most of the other Bang Babies who made off with a true gift, squandered it, which was no surprise considering most of them were gang bangers. In a rare position to do something about it, Virgil donned the mask and became the hero Static.

While his start was rough as he tried to find a footing under his grounding, he eventually soared, though he never quite nailed balancing his hero life and his regular one (does anyone?). While he worked independently for a good while, as of a few weeks ago, he got a message from a certain Bat of Gotham. Virgil never really got around to joining Young Justice, mostly due to a nagging feeling that it was outside of his capabilities (more schedule wise than skill wise, though it's not Virgil checked to see if they have a landline in the phone book or a mail in questionnaire), but now was as good a time as any. And who could turn down the goddamn Batman?

Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

Clicking his tongue at Bruno's response, J.D. shrugged, taking a few steps away, muttering a few nothings under his breath.

Once he returned from the other side, however, J.D. didn't bother with pleasantries as he began to move over to the door, instead wondering, "I still dunno what you guys are hoping to see."

But then again, their Stands probably have eyes? Maybe that makes a difference. J.D. wondered as he reached the door, reaching a hand under his coat and faffing about with once of his blue tinted brown feathers.

Getting closer to the doorway, his step was halted, spine tingling at that unnatural emanation coming from the house. Staying still for a moment, he turned aside, slipping a hand into his pocket. He wasn't going to be the first one in...

Justice League: Futures End

With it being in Advanced it'd be at least 2-3 paragraphs plus some dialog. Gotta be able to carry yourself as a writer without thinking you need to ask permission before taking on mini bosses and such. Static would be a great addition to the team as well...

~KL~

@The Kid Lantern

Okay, sounds good to me!

Also, have a thing:

Static

Name: Virgil Hawkins
Alias: Static
Age: 17
Team: Young Justice Academy

Powers: Since being afflicted by the Big Bang gas, Virgil is akin to a human battery. While he can't hold or produce unlimited power, he can siphon it from electrical devices, and charges naturally (though slowly) by collecting static from moving around.

By discharging said electricity, he can manipulate it too his will, blasting targets or applying a charge to objects or surfaces. This includes magnetic charges, allowing him to attract/repel things with a charge, like moving metal, such as his trademark collapsible saucer.

Weaknesses: In the event Virgil has charged up or absorbed too much power, it becomes more difficult to control, often sparking out, requiring him to discharge a fair amount before it returns to normal. Of course, in general, if he uses too much power, his capabilities will be limited until he can recharge, either through a source such as power lines or after some rest. He also has issues with water, which can easily disrupt his charges.

Personality: Wise cracking and cool headed, Virgil's been known to get full of himself at times his cockiness occasionally leading him into danger. As one of the only heroes who sprouted from Dakota's Big Bang, he has a rather strong moral compass thanks to his strict upbringing. He has a tendency to be a bit immature, but with the recent Man of Steel situation, chances are Virgil is going to have some growing up to do.

Brief Bio: Native to Dakota City, Illinois, Virgil grew up as just one part of the city's rather sizable black community. Under a strict father, Robert, and a kind mother, Jean, along with a bratty sister, Sharon, Virgil was more blessed with family than many, but the city's rampant gang violence took his mother from him at a young age. Gone too soon, Jean's death in the line of duty wouldn't change the city over night, being just one in a long list of casualties, but even though Virgil was barely old enough to comprehend the finality of death, it would change his home life for years to come, with Robert's desire to keep his children out of trouble resulting in a tighter grip, while Sharon felt the need to fill the gap her mother left, with questionable results.

Entering the school life, Virgil was rather gifted, but as he excelled, for every time a teacher praised him, a peer derided him. Maybe some were just jealous, or spiteful (shame chill pills aren't prescribed until after puberty), but some took it too a more personal level, saying he wasn't 'thug' enough, or not 'black' enough. Being too young to properly process it, and to fearful of the consequences of taking either path, be it separation from his peers or the scorn of his father, his grades, and friends, fluctuated, Virgil always trying to balance both sides, yet never managing to quite satisfy either. The more he hung with bad crowds, the more his grades slipped, and the more he flaked on his friends to study, the less he'd have to come back to.

In middle school, the bullying hit a rise, but Virgil was rescued by an upperclassman, Larry Wade. While he was one of the most infamous juvenile delinquents in his side of the city, Larry took a liking to Virgil, offering him an answer to his plight: protection. Virgil could join his gang, giving him shielding from those who would harass him, while also having comrades regardless of how often he could hang. The catch? Larry would call in a favor every so often: sometimes it would be help with homework, other times Virgil would be the one to run to the store to pick up some food. All in all, not a bad arrangement!

By the time Virgil was in high school, his sister was in college, juggling a part time job while trying to get into medical school, Virgil was forced to move to the other side of the city, in hopes of making things even just a little easier for her. Virgil saw Larry and the gang less often, but they still saw each other: things didn't change much, until gang violence started to get higher. Virgil, a bit further away from trouble, was able to keep his head down and avoid most of it, things going pretty well as he gained new friends in the more relaxed high school of a better neighborhood.

One year ago, however, Larry found Virgil and called in a favor, one less desirable than any of the last. Virgil had thought he was going to hang, but after learning he was being pushed into joining in on a gang fight and given a firearm, his opinion of his arrangement with Larry shifted drastically. But when Virgil protested, Larry assailed him with guilt. This was big: bigger than any of the scuffles Larry got in, and if they failed, he'd no longer have the influence to keep Virgil out of trouble. One night of pain for a school life of peace was all Larry was asking for. And so, though his feet trudged along with the weight of hesitance and anxiety, Virgil followed into the quiet storage yard in the city's worst district.

Before the fighting broke out, his father's voice raging in his head, Virgil got cold feet as tensions mounted, and ended up fleeing mere minutes before it began, Larry's wrath at being ditched by Virgil following his steps. Disposing of the gun, Virgil prayed he could escape without incident as the fight broke out, hoping he could slip through in the confusion, but the police arrived. And worse yet, in the panic, a mysterious eruption occurred, gas of a different shade mixing with the tear gas expended to halt the gang bangers, marking the Big Bang. As the mutagen engulfed the gang bangers, affecting their very makeup, those closest to the initial outbreak were affected the quickest. The volatile transmutations resulted in roughly 90% of those afflicted dying, and it's a miracle that the number was that low. Of those remaining, while the incubation period would vary from minutes, to hours, to days, they would survive, though most of them with horrid disfigurements, often somehow crippled: bones too heavy to lift, skin too ridged to move, or body imbalanced by strange growths. Perhaps about 1% were lucky enough to be gifted, and Virgil was among them, passing out in a ditch, escaping notice in all the chaos.

By dawn, he continued to remain hidden, but not by his own will. Virgil awoke amid a bed of metal shavings stuck in his clothes, nails jabbed into his hair, and a blanket of garbage can lids and the metal refuse within. Digging himself free, he made the walk of shame home; tired, bruised, reeking, and strangely bewitching for the metallic friends and family of Dakota City.

While the scolding he revived from his father was legendary, Virgil was in no position to despair over his grounding, as he quickly discovered his powers, and the fact that he was not alone. Shamefully, most of the other Bang Babies who made off with a true gift, squandered it, which was no surprise considering most of them were gang bangers. In a rare position to do something about it, Virgil donned the mask and became the hero Static.

While his start was rough as he tried to find a footing under his grounding, he eventually soared, though he never quite nailed balancing his hero life and his regular one (does anyone?). While he worked independently for a good while, as of a few weeks ago, he got a message from a certain Bat of Gotham. Virgil never really got around to joining Young Justice, mostly due to a nagging feeling that it was outside of his capabilities (more schedule wise than skill wise, though it's not Virgil checked to see if they have a landline in the phone book or a mail in questionnaire), but now was as good a time as any. And who could turn down the goddamn Batman?

Justice League: Futures End

I started working on a sheet for Static if that sounds cool (hopefully I'll finish by tomorrow, getting kinda tired), but I did have a question.

Is there a requirement for post size? I usually manage 1-2 easily enough, more when I feel it or if it's a collab. That's also more because I write more action focused posts than introspective ones. Just let me know if its going to be a problem.

Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

Stand User
Name: Jeffery Derringer Glenn (goes by J.D.)
Age: 18
Gender: Male

Brief description of appearance: Of toned and somewhat muscular build, J.D. wouldn't look out of place in a pose off. Being black, his skin is dark, his black hair very short, and his eyes brown. Said eyes are usually underneath a pair of corrective lenses, though he likes to attach a set of shaded lens that he can flip up. His wide smile has a noticeable gap in his front teeth. He typically likes to wear a white and blue cap at an angle with a wing motif, along with a flight jacket over a shirt and a peace sign necklace, and either shorts or jeans based on the weather.

Personality summary: Like the wind, J.D. is wild and uncontrollable. He's one to like a good time, no matter who objects. While his pace is fast as he bounces around, he's not one to be committed, taking suggestions well for the most part. He doesn't like being tied down however, and if placed in a such a position he gets irritable. He is generally quick to anger but quick to forgive as well.

Short biography: Native to Pleasant Valley, the J.D. of ten years ago would have found the name ironic. He never knew his father, and while his mother was able to care for him, she eventually put him up for foster care and vanished to parts unknown. At age four, he had known little of a true home life before being taken in by his foster parents, whom were not the kindest. He was fed and schooled, but when not doing homework, he was generally expected to do chores, under threat of being made to leave. Out of fear, he put up with it, but as he grew, he realized his situation was abnormal, and at age eleven, ran away.

The next week would be just as miserable, perhaps more so, but his runaway life did not last long. While he did manage to keep away from authorities, he soon found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. While rifling through the trash near a closed restaurant, a body stumbled through the door before falling to the ground, an arrow sticking out. As the assailant followed, J.D. ran, frightened for his life, but the assailant retrieved the arrow and loosed it once more, piercing J.D.'s neck.

He awoke in the hospital some time later, miraculously alive, and with a new wind under his wings. This would mark a turn in his fortunes, where as he tells it, he got a windfall when his mother died, passing off a bit of cash to him, which he invested into stocks, lucking out and getting enough to live comfortably.

But recently, a threat cropped up that might interrupt his life of comfort...

Dark Secret: [REDACTED]
Other Named from J.D. Souther and Glenn Frey

Stand
Name: Birds of a Feather

Description of Appearance: Birds of a Feather is a rather unorthodox Stand, and as such doesn't have a typical appearance. Its true form would be that of a large hawk with a blue tint to its normal brown and black coloration. It initially manifests as feathers on J.D.'s person, which he requires for his abilities.

Power: Centered around the feathers he can form on his person, Birds of a Feather is an ability of conjuration. By touching something with the point, the feather attaches as if it were naturally part of the object, and transforms into either one or two wings. It doesn't need a lot of force: J.D. can achieve the same effect by throwing a feather as long as it strikes with the point, something he's practiced, though it might be more or less difficult based on conditions such as wind speed or distance from the target.

Once a feather is attached, he has a limited amount of control: not only can he manipulate the movements of the wings, but he can grow other attachments like beaks or talons, also under his control. For example, he can stick a feather in a foe's jacket, and they will find themselves being clawed and pecked from the underside. A feather in the side of their head can mean they will find their head bobbing as wings flap wildly. However, he can't control what he sticks directly: a jacket is still an inanimate object, and a cranium is still controlled by that person's nervous system.

He can't create an infinite amount, however: one feather means one pair of wings, one pair of talons, and one beak. If he jabs in multiple feathers, however, he can make more copies. There are some other limitations as well: he can only grow wings from where he jabbed the feather, though other parts can be anywhere regardless of how much sense it makes (i.e. two talons could be right next to each other, evenly spaced, or on opposite sides). Outside of his fairly notable range, his feathers only last a few minutes, and will only scratch, peck, or flap wildly independent of his control. If someone else gets one of his feathers and jabs it into something, it merely moves on its own for a few minutes unless J.D. becomes aware of it, after which he can control it normally. Feathers from the wings are normal, being different from the feathers he himself produces. The wings are also only slightly stronger than a regular bird's: even if he attaches a hundred feathers to a car it still isn't going to fly, even he could control them all so perfectly.

Stats:

Destructive Power: C (the claws and talons can do some work, but they're more effective against flesh than a Stand)
Speed: B
Range: A
Durability: C (Not much tougher than a bird, but J.D. only takes damage if the feather itself is damaged: one feather is like one of his fingers or toes)
Precision: B

Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

J.D. shivered briefly. Was it the chill weather or that powerful, lingering presence? He could hardly tell at the moment. Tightening the sipper of his white flight jacket, he slipped his hands into the pockets in an effort to retain some heat. "Summer went too quick..." he muttered quietly to himself.

Looking around the beachfront as Maz's Stand moved about, J.D. clicked his tongue, muttering, "Just light a flare why don'tcha..." Looking closer at the black print of the newspaper on the pink dragon's skin, he couldn't help but snort, "I dunno what you expect to see with all this rain, but if you don't be careful he's gonna melt, ha!"

Cringing as the droplets hit his skin, he poked a finger out of his jacket pocket, jabbing it towards the former abode of the recently deceased Damien Bourke, J.D. droned, "I say we just give it a look." If there's anything to find...

Stand Proud - Pleasant Valley Sunday

Working on a post, but I noticed something.

Maz makes a mental comment about Bruno's Stand, but in the main OOC post it states the Rats only know the names of each others Stands rather than any abilities. x: