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I am currently sick and putting all of my energy into work, please forgive me if I don’t respond right away or forget things!
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Sometimes... it is

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Normally unavailable between 3pm-9pm, always welcoming RP ideas, large groups, small groups, 1x1s, you name it!

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Superhero/villain Name: Apex
Civilian Name: Patricia "Pat" Palomo
Origin city/Planet:
Ciudad portuaria, Spain, Earth
Hometown: (Where your character currently lives.) Amnesty Bay, Maine
Sex: Female
Race: nondescript, human
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 162 Lbs
Age: 26 Birth Date: November 9th, 1993
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Costumed Appearance:

Civilian Appearance:

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Costumed Personality: With her face hidden, Patricia lives without fear. Her Scarab ensures that she can get away with just about anything, an envelope she pushes further and further every single day. Sometimes she feels benevolent enough to use her powers to get free pizza, other times, she can make just about anything in the world free for her. This doesn't mean she lacks humanity. She tries not to kill the people she's harassing. Mortality is more important than the materials she's taking, but you can never make a good omelet without cracking a few skulls together first. Mistakes happen. Whether to call it a mistake, though, depends on the context of the situation and how it favors Pat.
Civilian Personality: A simple girl getting through a simple life. She loves those who she's close to, and would give the world to them if she could. Pat is a family girl who takes care of her own family, and not any family her father in involved in. Despite her animosity towards him, she can't deny how far his teachings took her. However, she's better than him. She still lives a somewhat honest life with a dayjob and everything, and doesn't murder people.
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Scarab Armor generation - The Scarab generates a suit of armor for Patricia to use, and the abilities of this suit are numerous, though not infinite. The armor can generate in sections, meaning that Pat can summon only a part of the suit if she doesn't need all of it.
Superhuman strength and Agility - Paired with Pat's natural strength and agility, the suit allows her to lift more than fifteen times of what any normal human can, and rival many animals in terms of on-foot speed.
Environmental protection - The suit can withstand high extremes for both heat and cold, including high speed atmospheric re-entry, and sub-zero temperatures.
Antagonist Adaptation - The armor can tailor its blasts for use against specific opponents (e.g., Kryptonite radiation against a Kryptonian, suppression blast against a mob). The blasts can penetrate a Green Lantern ring's shield. The armor can call up anti-magic effects against magical opponents. By the Scarab's own estimation, it can even develop countermeasures that can take on the Spectre.
-Gadgets: Sarhi-Ra, the Scarab - The powering tool behind all of Pat's superhuman abilities, Sarhi-Ra is an invention of an alien species known as the Reach. The scarab is a heralding tool that selects a host from a viable planet to ripen the specific area for maximum productivity when the Reach inevitably come to claim it. This Scarab, however, was defective, and gained artificial intelligence. It refused to be a part of intergalactic conquest, and though it doesn't always agree with Pat, the two are bound together, and the human has a much stronger will than that of the scarab. The two get along rather well, and Sarhi-Ra even assists Pat in stopping collateral damage when they conduct low or high level heists.
-Weapons: energy blasts, which can be shot from her fingers, or from a blaster created by the scarab.
Civilian Occupation: Personal Trainer at the Heidi Moneymaker Gym.

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Character History/Origin: Born to a life of organized crime in spain, Patricia was trained to be a tough fighter and breaker of wills. Her body was always pushed to its limits growing up, and her mind became as hardened as her body. She resented this life. She wanted to be a normal girl, but she knew that she would never experience that. The first chance she got, the hopped on a ship and left her family without a word. She'd be her own woman in America.

Living down south in Florida was easy for the first couple of years. She didn't make a mess of things, and she actually had her life together. It wasn't until she made a grave mistake in who she was talking to that she was forced to run west, finding herself in El Paso. There, she found an artifact, a stone scarab. It united itself with Pat and was fused to her spine. Soon, it attempted to speak to her, telling her about the forces beyond the stars, and how she needed to defend the earth against them. Pat wasn't down for that life. With her steel will, she made the scarab bend to her, or so she thought. she refused the scarab and it's desires andShe fled again, northeast this time to Amnesty Bay, Maine. In the time that she had been living up there, she finally became a US citizen, and hid her crimes under under a nice looking carpet. But she was getting too big in her plans. Maybe she did need the power of the beetle to help her elevate her game...

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Would you mind me writing up a villain/anti-villain? I was thinking the blue beetle route, but the character overpowering the scarab's will and bending it to them to fulfill their own desires. Either that, or I could go with a non-powered person. Your choice.
so many green boys, lov'em
alright guys, time to knock some non-presidential skulls.
Sorry for the tiny posts!
It took the words of a new patron to bring Preston out of his thoughts. He was so concerned with seeing the fight through and getting out of the bar that he forgot that there were other people in the bar with him. He could smell the drink of the man next to him. Cheap. Preston only let himself have two. He couldn't be flying around drunk, if the ring even let him do that. The Guardians told him that the ring would last exactly one day on whatever planet he was currently on. In the case of deep space, it would last twenty four hours relative to Preston.

"Marvin Hayes is getting his tail handed to him." Preston groaned. "I got money on this, and I just want this fight to end already." Once again, Preston's hands were in his pockets, slipping off his ring to keep people from seeing the vibrant piece of jewelery.

He looked over to the man in full. He looked to be a few years older than Preston himself, but had that classic dead inside look that so many people had nowadays. His hand moved out of his pocket in an attempt to shake the gentleman's hand. "Preston," He introduced himself. "Who are you rooting for?" Maybe this guy was a casual bar sitter, maybe he wasn't here for the fight. There was no better way to get to know people than to outright ask them.

Something about the man reminded Preston how it was only lunch, and he had already downed two beers. He wasn't a drinker, he swears, but it was just the environment and the people around him that got him to drink after a stressful three weeks on Oa.
@BluetommyEveryone at the superheroes anonymous meeting: "Hello Vinny."
Not a big post, sorry. Just wanted to have Preston be around some trouble. I figured this would suffice since he could easly drop back into coast city if the RP needs him to.
12:25 PM, The Silver Spoon Bar, Hub City - November 3rd, 2019

This was definitely where Preston didn't want to be. A nearly sentient ring with the power to send one man across galaxies in mere moments, and somehow he still ends up nearly two thousand miles away from home.

But he couldn't say he didn't mind being here.

Another drink was poured down for ol' Preston. It was fight night at the local bar, and Preston still had some cash on him from when he picked up that alien ring three weeks ago.

"Hayes, you better finish this!" Preston shouted at the television. His money was on the contender, not the defender. Even if Preston hadn't seen a fight in three weeks, he had been putting his money on Marvin Hayes for a while now.

The first round was over, and Hayes wasn't looking too goo-

Bang bang!

Preston froze. He couldn't have been the only one to hear the gunshots. His hands dug themselves into his pockets, fishing for the artifact that was now in his possession. There, he had it! As nimble and quick as as man named Jack, which he wasn't, he slipped the ring on and hurried himself outside.

"Hey, where ya goin'?" A patron called over to Preston, stopping the pale man in his tracks. "You gotta see this to the end, buddy. My money is in your pockets."

Dammit, he put money on this fight, didn't he? He could just knock some heads together, it would be all too easy to now, but he was a peacekeeper. He couldn't just jump into the nearest bar brawl. He needed to sit it out. Maybe too much time wouldn't be wasted.

Hayes, you better win that fight.
@Ceta de CloyesI think it's fine, personally. I mean yeah green energy, but there are more than enough differences to make them interesting, even if they're working together
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