Pumpkinlord

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

@Scarifar@DarkRecon oh! Neat, Accepted:)

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

@DarkRecon Accepted if @Scarifar is cool with you as his partner?

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Wow, all these IC posts rolling in are epic. Nicely done, folks! I can't wait to respond back. Timeline is still set for tomorrow. :>

@Estylwen

I agree this is so awesome, ty for everyone helping it be so!

Calling All Heroes and Villains!

U.N.G.A (United nations global authority)

The World Power stood tall at the center of the United Nations Global Authority's grand chamber, a space dominated by its circular design and illuminated by sunlight filtering through stained glass depicting symbols of peace. His uniform—a practical combination of army green and brown—was designed to evoke a sense of global unity and military discipline. Emblazoned on his chest was a simple but striking globe logo, a reminder of his role as the protector of all nations. Delegates from around the world watched attentively as he addressed the assembly. “In a world facing unprecedented challenges,” he began, his voice steady and commanding, “our ability to act as one determines not only the survival of our nations but the safety of our people. However, we cannot underestimate the threat posed by those who exploit division and chaos for their gain.”
The French representative, a sharp-dressed diplomat with a serious demeanor, stood to speak. “We’ve received intelligence confirming that ‘The Dragon,’ the infamous Yakuza overlord, has resurfaced. Reports suggest he has expanded his operations beyond Asia, establishing ties with criminal organizations in North America and Europe. His most recent activities point to Nova City as a potential stronghold.” The murmurs that followed were louder this time, the weight of the revelation sinking in. The Dragon, known for his ability to transform into a colossal, serpentine dragon inspired by East Asian mythology, was as feared for his raw power as he was for his cunning. His influence stretched far, connecting syndicates, cartels, and even rogue supervillains.
The World Power’s gaze sharpened. “The Dragon’s presence in Nova City cannot be ignored. His ties to multiple criminal organizations and his reputation for devastating violence make him a threat not just to Nova City, but to the stability of the world. I will personally coordinate efforts to address this menace, but I urge all nations here to share any intelligence they may have.” His words were met with nods of agreement, but a few skeptical glances hinted at the underlying tension—some nations still questioned whether superhuman intervention could be entirely trusted.

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Unity Citadel

The World Power boarded an advanced stealth jet bound for Unity Citadel, the floating headquarters of the Omega League. The Citadel hovered over the Pacific Ocean, its shimmering metallic surface reflecting the sky, a beacon of hope and collaboration. Inside the meeting chamber, holographic displays projected a detailed map of Nova City, highlighting areas of suspected criminal activity. Waiting for him were his teammates: Night Cat, the shadowy martial artist with feline reflexes and unparalleled stealth; Dove Heart, the serene healer whose empathy extended to even the most hardened villains; Friction, the irreverent speedster with a knack for converting kinetic energy into devastating attacks; and Southern Cross, the bold Australian hero who wielded energy boomerangs and could mold his energy into weapons and shields.
“The Dragon is making moves in Nova City,” The World Power began, his tone heavy with the implications. “Our intelligence indicates he’s using the city as a nexus to consolidate his criminal empire. We suspect he’s targeting key infrastructure—Pinnacle Tower is a prime target, given its advanced technology and diplomatic ties.” He tapped a console, and the hologram zoomed in on the industrial districts near Nova City’s docks. “These areas have seen increased activity from smugglers and syndicate operatives. It’s likely The Dragon is coordinating from one of these locations.”
Night Cat crossed his arms, his amber eyes narrowing. “If The Dragon’s in Nova City, he’s not hiding for long. He’s smart, but he leaves a trail—a missing enforcer here, a suspicious shipment there. We’ll find his lair.” Dove Heart added, “And we need to be prepared for collateral damage. If he transforms in an urban area, the fallout could be catastrophic.” Southern Cross, leaning on a console, spoke up. “If we can track his underlings, we can get a lead on his base of operations. My energy projections can cover a wide area to flush out his crew.”
The conversation turned to strategy as they considered how to coordinate with local authorities and other operatives. Clues began to emerge as potential starting points for an investigation:
1. A Shipment of Rare Artifacts: Customs reports indicated the recent arrival of artifacts tied to East Asian mythology, delivered to a warehouse owned by a shell company linked to known Yakuza affiliates.
2. A Missing Informant: A local crime reporter who had been investigating syndicate activity near the docks had disappeared, leaving behind encrypted notes that hinted at a major meeting involving “a shadow over the city.”
3. Black Market Activity: An underground auction rumored to be selling superhuman technology was set to take place in Nova City’s underbelly, attracting some of The Dragon’s known associates.
4. Gang Turf Wars: Street-level gangs with ties to international crime syndicates were suddenly fighting for dominance in Nova City’s outskirts, potentially signaling The Dragon’s attempt to consolidate power.
The World Power turned to the group, his voice firm but resolute. “This isn’t just about stopping The Dragon—it’s about preventing him from building an empire that could destabilize the world. We’ll need to divide our efforts and follow every lead. The people of Nova City are counting on us.” With their mission clear, the Omega League began to plan their next steps, knowing the stakes were higher than ever. The Dragon’s rise had to be stopped, but finding him would require skill, teamwork, and no small amount of luck. Somewhere in the shadows of Nova City, the Yakuza overlord was waiting, his ambitions threatening to unleash chaos on a global scale.

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@Pumpkinlord Sorry for the confusion earlier, but i tried to revise it as best i could, i did incorporate that the power was due to stress mainly and that he is actually a villain cause i see how you saw that and actually like that better, i tried reincorporating a photo but it didn't work so i just had to write instead, i hope this is better

@Timuir

Is he sort of like Lex Luthor meets iron man? I am willing to attempt at helping get art.

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Unsure if I can join, time-wise, but are there still openings? I think I have a pretty funny idea for a power/character the roster is missing

also long time no see @Silver Carrot

@Pumpkinlord

@Luminous Beings

Submit a character sheet! love to have another player and yes openings are still up.

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Officers Ramirez and Tate

The rhythmic hum of the cruiser’s engine filled the cabin as Officer Ramirez tapped his fingers idly on the steering wheel. He was driving, as usual; he preferred it that way. Tate, his partner, sat in the passenger seat, thumbing through his notes on a notepad he always kept handy.
“Think they’re ever going to fix that light on 12th?” Ramirez asked, half-joking as they waited at an intersection. The light ahead flickered faintly, the green hanging on for dear life.
Tate snorted, not looking up. “Doubt it. They’ll replace it when it falls on someone’s car. Maybe.”
“City priorities,” Ramirez muttered, easing the car forward as the light finally turned.
The two had just finished a routine patrol through a quiet residential area. The biggest excitement of the day so far had been a call about a missing dog that turned out to be napping in its backyard. Now, they were en route to grab coffee and finish their shift in relative peace.
Tate glanced at his watch. “We’ve got an hour left. Think it’ll stay quiet?”
“Don’t jinx it,” Ramirez said quickly, shooting him a warning look. “You say something like that, and we’ll get—”
The radio cut him off, crackling to life. “All units, all units, 10-90 in progress at Nova City Bank. Possible armed robbery with multiple hostiles. Meta-level threats reported. Backup requested immediately. Units in proximity, respond.”
Both officers straightened in their seats, the air inside the car suddenly heavy. Ramirez’s hand instinctively went to the lights, flipping them on as the cruiser lit up in red and blue. He grabbed the mic. “Dispatch, this is Unit 3-2. En route to Nova City Bank. ETA three minutes.”
“Copy, 3-2,” the dispatcher replied. “Advise upon arrival. SWAT is in route.”
Ramirez shot a quick glance at Tate. “Guess you jinxed it after all.”
Tate sighed, shoving his notebook into the glove compartment. “Figures. Let’s just get there and do our job.”
As the cruiser sped toward downtown, weaving through traffic, both officers shifted into a focused silence. Ramirez kept his eyes locked on the road, pushing the speed limit with calculated precision, while Tate mentally ran through potential scenarios. Neither spoke much—they didn’t need to. Years of partnership had taught them how to settle into the rhythm of a tense situation without wasting words.
By the time they arrived, the chaos was already unfolding, and the bank loomed ahead like a fortress under siege. Ramirez brought the car to a halt behind the growing line of police vehicles, his pulse steady but elevated.
“Let’s hope SWAT’s close,” he muttered as they stepped out and joined the front line.
*******
The scene outside Nova City Bank was a flurry of tension, the air heavy with the overlapping sounds of alarms, sirens, and the occasional crackle of radios. Officer Ramirez stood near the barricade, his hand resting on the grip of his pistol as his sharp eyes scanned the area. Beside him, Officer Tate kept his stance firm, his weapon held low but ready. Both men had their orders: hold the line, secure the perimeter, and wait for SWAT.
“You think the crew’s still holed up inside?” Ramirez asked, his voice steady but low.
Tate nodded, not taking his eyes off the bank’s front doors. “No way they’re gone. Power’s back, alarm’s going, and the place is still lit up like a Christmas tree. SWAT’ll handle it, but until then, we hold.”
Ramirez gave a quick nod, but his focus shifted as movement caught his eye. A man was approaching, his steps deliberate and unhurried. His presence immediately set both officers on edge. The man—Dante—moved with an air of absolute confidence, his lean but solid frame accentuated by his dark, fitted clothing. His face was sharp, and his gaze carried an intensity that seemed to cut through the chaos around him.
“Sir, stop right there,” Ramirez called out, stepping into the man’s path with a hand raised. Tate quickly mirrored the action, his pistol held low but ready.
“This area’s restricted. Turn around and leave, now,” Tate ordered, his voice sharp and authoritative.
The man didn’t even slow down. His cold, piercing gaze swept over both officers as if they were little more than obstacles in his way. "Hey! You can’t go in there!"
"I'm not asking permission." he said flatly, his tone dismissive.
Ramirez stepped forward, reaching for his baton. “I said—”
“Leave it,” Tate interrupted, his jaw tight as he watched Dante disappear into the chaos beyond the barricade. “Guy’s a problem, but he’s not ours to solve right now.”
Ramirez frowned, still glancing back in the direction Dante had gone. He keyed his radio. “Dispatch, Unit 3-2. We’ve got a situation at the front barricade. A civilian forced his way through, ignored our orders, and entered the perimeter. Male, lean build, dark clothing. Possibly armed, though we didn’t confirm.”
A crackle of static preceded the dispatcher’s calm reply. “Copy, 3-2. We’ll notify units inside the perimeter to intercept and assess. Maintain your position at the barricade. Do not pursue.”
Ramirez looked at Tate, frustration clear on his face. “You hear that? We just let him walk in, and now it’s someone else’s problem.”
“Orders are orders,” Tate said flatly, scanning the area again. “It’s a mess in there already. We can’t leave our post every time someone thinks they’re the exception. SWAT’s almost here. Let them handle it.”
Ramirez sighed, nodding reluctantly. “Yeah, you’re right. Just hope whoever gets him knows what they’re dealing with.”
“Me too,” Tate muttered, eyes narrowing as he returned his focus to the bank’s entrance.
Before the tension could settle, a deep, guttural cry tore through the night. Both officers instinctively turned toward the source. Emerging from the shadows was a creature unlike anything they’d ever seen. Its sleek, glistening skin shimmered under the flashing lights, its seal-like features contorted with a strange, predatory intelligence. Powerful humanoid limbs rippled with muscle as it moved forward with a blend of grace and menace. Finley.
“What in God’s name…” Tate murmured; his voice steady but filled with disbelief.
Ramirez’s grip on his pistol tightened. “Focus. Whatever that is, it’s not here to help.”
The creature locked its eyes on an armed guard standing at the bank’s entrance. Before anyone could react, it lunged. Its leap was impossibly high, clearing the barricade in a single, fluid motion. It crashed into the guard with devastating force, knocking the man to the ground.
Ramirez brought his weapon up instinctively but held fire, the scene unfolding too quickly for a clear shot. “Tate, call it in! Now!” Ramirez barked; his weapon trained on the creature but hesitant to fire without a clear shot.
“Dispatch, this is Unit 3-2,” Tate said, his voice calm but urgent into the radio. “We have an unidentified hostile, possible meta, engaged with personnel at the bank entrance. Repeat: hostile is non-human. Requesting immediate backup and tactical response.”
Finley moved with eerie determination, leaping through the bank’s broken doors and vanishing into the chaos inside.
Ramirez exhaled sharply, his mind racing. “First that guy, now this… What the hell’s happening here?”
Tate squared his shoulders, his gaze hard. “Doesn’t matter. We hold. No one else gets through, and we keep this perimeter locked down until backup arrives.”
Ramirez nodded, his focus snapping back to the barricade. The approaching wail of sirens grew louder, but the night was far from over.

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Sure, if somebody makes it

@Silver Carrot

Please describe the costume in detail and I can attempt. :)

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@Silver Carrot Accepted, I love this character. Can we get a pic of her in her costume! :D

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Sorry for my lack of post today, I have been unwell. I'll try and get something up soon.
I will, however, not be doing the flashy formatting that seems to be in vogue at the moment, so I hope that's okay

@Rhona W

Hope you feel better, look forward to seeing your post. Non fancy is okay with me, although the fancy ones are so cool <3