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Power Rangers: Dragon Fury

I appreciate the opportunity to write with you all, but I think I am going to go ahead and drop out. Considering the majority of us are only 2 posts in, I hope this does not create too much disruption. There are no hard feelings on my end and no one did anything wrong, I've just come to realize that I am looking for something different.

If any newcomers want to use their own version of the Gold Ranger, by all means, they have my blessing (feel free to use the art, too! It's version of Jason David Frank/Bat In The Sun's White Dragon that I color modified).

Thanks much and have a good one!

Rise of the New Heroes

Lafayette Financial Tower - Lobby

"Hot Topic," Kane repeated quietly. As he looked down at his wardrobe, he thought I got most of this stuff from Target... His sense of focus sharpened once more when the room began strobing with blinding light to the soundtrack of the fat man's blatantly racist rhetoric. Arcs of lightening shot out in various directions. Kane could only watch on helplessly as the would-be heroes reacted in various ways. The distance between he and them was too great to traverse and be of any help. Nevertheless, he had to do something. Just as Kane was about to engage in a sprint toward the action, another arc of lightening shot out seemingly intended specifically for him.

Kane was fast, but not faster than the speed of light. As his eyes were in the process of closing in anticipation for the shock of his life, he heard the sound of the electricity crashing into something just in front of him. With a split second of a glance, he could see that the arc had collided with a sort of force field mere inches away from his body. Soon the lightening dissipated as well as the barrier along with it. Kane's eyes were as wide as ever. I'm... I'M INVINCIBLE! How did I even do that? He looked at the palms of his hands again with utter confusion. He simply had no idea how his powers worked.

"I really hope none of you are with him," yelled the freckled woman with the gray jacket from across the way. Kane then looked on as a robot - wait, is that a robot? - just barely recovered from a separate electrical attack. It seemed the android was also able to conjure up a force field of sorts. Amazing! We can both do it!

"If you're all here to help, I suggest we try to isolate Thundercloud!" cried out another of the heroes as he floated around the room launching projectiles with explosive results at the storm troopers. Cool, cool, he thought to himself. Those are some neat tricks.

When his gaze returned back down to the action, a look of horror fell over him as he bore witness to the robot suddenly crumbling into a lifeless heap Holy shit, Kane thought. It must've used up the last of its batteries. He quickly began scanning the room to see if he could locate some sort of outlet as he jogged over.

"It's okay, I'm he-... -re..." Kane's voice trailed off as he looked at the fallen android. Something didn't look right. Kane hesitantly lifted the arm to try and discern how the wiring worked, but there was no evidence of motors or circuitry at all. "HooOOoo," he moaned out shakily as sudden realization hit. He instantly dropped the thing's arm. "Haunted mannequin," he concluded with a shiver. "Big nope! Uh uh. Fuck that noise, fuck that noise all day," he muttered as his attention fell on the storm trooper reinforcements. He couldn't waste any more time. He needed to get back in the game. "Alright, enough of this. Let's crack some skulls."

Despite the confusing circumstance, confidence began to swell within Kane as he made powerful strides toward one of the oncoming storm troopers. Brows furrowed, lips curled and hands balled into tight fists, Kane pulled his right arm back readying a hell of a hook. He didn't have super strength, that was for sure, but the force of his punch was still not to be trifled with. However, just as he was about to spring his blow upon the storm trooper's head... another storm trooper beat him to the punch... literally.

"The hell...?!" Standing there, confused as ever, Kane looked on as a couple of storm troopers began fighting their fellow comrades. "What the shit is this?!" he cried out, feeling robbed. He just shook his head in bewilderment as the in-fighting continued and tried to take in the rest of the scene unfolding before him.

"Come on. Come ON. Let me hit something!" he growled under his own breath. The amassed heroes seemed to be holding their own pretty well. Kane wasn't even sure where his skills would best be served. Just then, he felt something push him from behind. As he turned around, he realized that one of the storm troopers had stumbled backwards by accident and ran into him. Slowly, the two met eachother's gaze. A gradual, mischievous grin formed on Kane's face. All of his pent up energy exploded out into a hell of a punch that almost immediately broke the storm trooper's nose and sent him falling back, unconscious.

"Ha! I got that one! Everyone saw that right?! MidKnight, motherfucker!" Kane gloated. Afterward, he cocked his head to the side sharply, causing his neck to crack and, with a smile that refused to leave, he shouted out, "Who's next?" That's when he saw it; a massive box truck that appeared to be steering without a driver. "You're kidding me." Cautiously, he backed away from the truck's intended path. It had to be the same ghost that made the dummy move before.

Not wanting any part of that, he decided to pick up one of the automatic guns from a fallen storm trooper. Screw trying to be fancy, he thought to himself as he aimed it toward the direction of Thundercloud. To his surprise, the ghost truck appeared to be headed toward that same destination.

If that thing doesn't take you out, these bullets are going to find a new home in your knee caps, he silently declared as his finger rested just off the trigger.

...and then I'm shooting out those tires. That ghost better not follow me back home, I'mma be pissed.

Rise of the New Heroes

Carl Snyder, Storm Trooper

"How long we gotta wait up here anyway," asked Steve as he peered over the edge of the rooftop to catch a glimpse of the crowd below. He lifted his rifle and used the scope to get a better look. Cops glared intently at the lobby's entrance while pedestrians and onlookers gasped any time a shot rang out.

"Til the boss gives the signal," Carl reminded stoically, holding his own rifle securely in his arms while the rain splashed off his Storm Trooper jacket in a sporadic rhythm. With the current downpour, Carl could understand why his associate was eager to get back inside. Nevertheless, orders were orders and Thundercloud would not take insubordination lightly. Their jobs were simple: they were the eyes in the sky, the lookouts in case something were headed their way that could wreck the boss' plan. Truth be told, Carl thought it was as much a waste of time as Steve did. The heroes were gone and the cops were a joke. This score was going to be cake.

That's when both of the uniformed men heard the sound and, in unison, looked up toward the sky.

A hulking shadow cut through the air, appearing out of nowhere and descending fast. In what seemed like a split second, Carl looked on as the figure, cloaked in rain and darkness, kicked its foot out and planted it in Steve's chest, launching the stormtrooper airborne before he fell into a tumble several yards back.

"What the..." Carl whispered, a tinge of fear in his voice. "Who the fuck are you?! Are you- are you one of them?" He fumbled to get his rifle into firing position, his nervousness getting in the way of his effectiveness. "Did you just... Can you fly?!" Just as the last word was spoke, the large, dark figure moved with a speed that seemed uncommon of something that big. He... It?... charged right at Carl. Just as the stormtrooper was about to pull the trigger, his rifle was seized by the muzzle and pointed upward. The bullet shot out but all it had any chance of hitting at this point was a cloud above.

"No," the dark figure whispered, answering Carl's question. He then ripped the gun from Carl's grasp and tossed it aside. The stormtrooper was physically trembling at this point. He looked back over to Steve who was still lying on the ground. Was he dead? Unconscious? Carl couldn't tell.

"D-do you have super strength or something? Is that your power?" he stammered, half paralyzed with horror.

Carl could see hints of his teeth as his face contorted in a snarl.

"No." The answer was sharp, void of all emotion. The dark figure grabbed Carl by the collar and pulled him very close. Carl could finally see the contours of his face. His eyes were like two brilliant orbs in a twin sea of blackness, his mouth a thin line across a very square jaw.

With a violent push and an equally abrupt pull back, the figure rammed his forehead into Carl's. A sickening crack rang out into the night as the figure allowed Carl's limp body to fall to the ground. Silently and with purpose, he left the two fallen guards and headed toward the rooftop accessway before finding his way to an elevator that would take him to the lobby.

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Lafayette Financial Tower

15 Minutes Before...

This is stupid, Kane told himself as he looked over the rooftop's ledge. He had made his way to the top of the Downtown Sheridan Hotel which sat adjacent to Lafayette Financial Tower, but was just a bit taller. Down below, shots were being fired, police were on the scene already and Kane couldn't help but think that this was a place he simply didn't belong. When he heard of the situation playing out on the car radio, he immediately turned around and headed toward the scene but now that he was actually here, he couldn't help but wonder why.

He didn't even have a proper mask to hide his identity. In a scramble, he was able to find some leather polish in his glove box and used that to create a sort of painted domino mask on his face. As he reviewed it in the mirror earlier, he couldn't help but think he looked like some punk putting on a Crow Halloween costume. He didn't even have his handcuffs or any weapons of which to speak and now here he was trying to figure out how to make his way to the center of a showdown with a notorious supervillain. I'm such an idiot, he thought again.

There was no route that he could see that would enable him to enter the building from the ground. Kane was nearly six and a half feet tall... He could hardly be described as inconspicuous in a crowd. Out of options, Kane had noticed the Sheridan and decided to take the elevator up to the roof to see if he could gauge a better point of access. Now that he was up here and could confirm that, no, there way no great way to sneak a huge, goth, Tarzan looking man into a heavily observed building, he stood there stumped.

Just then, the roof access door of the Financial Tower opened up and out came two armed cronies in their Storm Trooper jackets. Kane squinted, trying to see passed the falling rain to accurately size each of them up. Physically, they didn't appear too intimidating, but their weapons certainly did. I bet if I went through that door and took the elevator down, I'd hit almost no resistance, he silently mused. But how the hell am I going to get over there and passed those guys? He looked at the palm of his hands and just shook his head. His powers were useless for this sort of thing.

He peered over the rooftop edge again and a stupid thought crossed his mind. A stupid, dumb, never-going-to-work-in-a-million-years thought. Stop it, he mentally scolded himself. That only works in the movies. You can't possibly jump this thing. You'll miss and you'll die! It's out of the question. As he continued to analyze the distance, his head slowly cocked to the side. I am perched a little higher, though... If I get a good running start and make sure to roll when I land, I might be okay...

He could hear the stormtroopers murmuring something to eachother, but couldn't pick up on the words they were speaking through the sound of the rainfall. Instead, he just started taking long, backward strides, shaking his head in disbelief at this own impending stupidity. I can't believe I'm about to do this. You're an idiot, you're stupid, this isn't going to work, YOU'RE. GOING. TO. DIE! As his back hit the Hotel's roof access doorway, he was forced to stop. This is as much of a running start as the building would allow. He took in some deep breaths and let them out very slow. His thoughts were panicked, screaming at him to reconsider with images and imaginings about the many ways this could fail. He bit his lip. This was a bad idea and it was time to grow up and abandon these fantastical dreams of being a superhero.

Or...

Fuck it. Kane's entire body dropped as all of the physical force he could muster bust out of his legs and sent him torpedoing forward in a sprint. Each step hit the ground with a hard thud and a massive splash. His velocity was increasing, his adrenaline pumping. Finally, he vaulted up upon the hotel roof's ledge and just as he was about to make his final leap... he slipped!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

After a dog-like yelp, Kane was airborne, his arms flailing wildly. It wasn't long before his feet were above his head in a mid-air tumble. He kicked out his leg to try and brace for any sort of impact, as if reaching out for a landing. Kane forced his eyes shut in a clench and silently accepted his doom.

Suddenly, he felt his foot's impact with an infirm object. He opened his eyes just as his own tumble ended, timed perfectly for him to land in a roll. Meanwile, his wild kick had managed to collide with one of the storm troopers. You've got to be shitting me, he thought with the excitement of a child. I did it! I'm alive! He wanted to squeal and jump for joy!

"Who the fuck are you?!" Kane's sobriety immediately took back over as his eyes darted to the Storm Trooper that remained standing. "Are you- are you one of them? Did you just... Can you fly?!" The trooper began readying his rifle. The hairs on Kane's arms would have stood on end had they not been soaked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I can't get shot now, not after all this! He had a light Kevlar vest on, but that rifle looked powerful enough to cut right through it. He knew he'd have to react and he'd have to do it now or he was dead. Kane mustered everything he could and charged forward. With almost no time to spare, he grabbed the muzzle of the rifle and pointed it upward. The trooper pulled the trigger and a shot blasted forth.

An immediate sense of tinnitus rang out in Kane's head. The shot was loud. Slightly disoriented, Kane answered the Trooper's question with a simple, "No." However, with the ringing in his ears, he could only manage a throaty whisper through the pain. Frustrated, he ripped the rifle out of the troopers hand and threw it aside angrily as if his current discomfort was the gun's own fault.

"D-do you have super strength or something? Is that your power?" the trooper stammered. Kane could barely hear him passed the ringing.

Did he say super strength, Kane asked himself. He was still unsure, but decided to assume as much.

"No," Kane answered again, trying to focus passed fog of tinnitus. Well, at least I don't think so, he began to muse. Maybe I do? Huh. Maybe I need to force it out just like last time...

Kane then grabbed the stormtrooper by the collar. You have to focus if this is going to work. Embrace yourself. Embrace your super strength. You can do this... With that, Kane delivered a particularly violent headbutt.

FUCK NO YOU DON'T HAVE SUPER STRENGTH, he mentally shouted at himself as the pain seared through his entire head. Kane immediately dropped the now unconscious man and stumbled toward the Financial Tower's roof access door. Oh my god, I might have a concussion! Why are you so stupid?! Also, why are these stairs spinning? Don't trip down these stairs or so help me...

Clumsily, he made his way over to the elevator and threw himself inside before hitting the button for the lobby. The initial descent only added to his dizziness. He squeezed his head with both of his hands, trying to get everything to settle, trying to regroup. He hadn't even gotten to the hardest part of this operation, yet.

As soft, nondescript music was playing overhead, Kane rolled his shoulders to loosen up and punched his fists together, resulting in a chorus of cracked knuckles. It's game time, he reminded himself. Put your war face on and let's finish this. Just then, the iconic Ding rang out and the metal elevator doors slid open to reveal none other than a gluttonous Thundercloud as well as some other faces that were far less familiar to him. Kane had obviously been noticed and the second of silence felt like an eternity. Slightly nervous and feeling like he was being put on the spot, he finally blurted out...

"It's time for justice, and his name is MidKnight."

that.doesn't.even.make.SENSE.GAH.DAMMIT!

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Power Rangers: Dragon Fury

Ozzy was thankful to be off the bus, that was for sure. As soon as his feet hit the Earth, he stretched out, slow and exaggerated, like a cat. Soon supplies were unloaded and a tour commenced. As they passed the Dino Bite Cafe, Oz impulsively uttered, "Wow... It's like The Flintstones."

He took a quick snapshot on his phone, evidence for the tale he would surely tell his parents once he returned home. Curiosity lead him toward the counter where he caught a glimpse of the menu and one particularly humongous dino-sized 'Bronto-Burger' that the was featured upon it. "Good lordy, I'd have to unhinge my jaw," he said out loud as he rubbed his chin in discomfort at the mere ponderance of eating that thing. "What the hell is 'a bowl of fries'?" he asked as he kept reading. "A bowl of fries?!"

Eventually he turned back around to face the group and pointed back behind himself toward the counter. "If one of you can scarf that thing down, clean the fry bowl and not die, I'll pay for the meal," he said with a crooked grin as he issued the challenge.

Questions and Answers

1994
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What were you doing when you felt most passionate and alive?

Rise of the New Heroes

Sparkly Edgelord

Name: Kane Grimwolfe (Actually Spencer Flowers)
Hero Name: MidKnight
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Family: Jordon Flowers [Father], Mary Ann Flowers [Mother], Agatha Flowers [Sister]
Occupation: Cashier at a head shop

Appearance: Kane stands fairly tall at 6'4" (193cm), typically wears dark clothes spanning grayscale colors with black being the most prevalent. He likes to wear chains and silver jewelry (never gold). His hair is dark and long, falling past his shoulders. He's not keen on full beards, but is known to let a little scruff grow and will often wear eyeliner. Despite no longer being an athlete, he keeps a pretty fit physique.

Superpower: Sparkly Rainbows.

Not exclusively, but that's how his abilities manifested. Kane Grimwolfe, Edgelord Supreme, can emit sparkly rainbows out of his palms. Were a scientist to study Kane's abilities, they would conclude that Kane has the innate ability to bend light to his will. Were Kane to become more advanced in his powers, he might discover that he can force light to cloak him, rendering him almost invisible. He might discover how to focus light in an offensive manner in the form of a laser beam. But today, at this moment, the hero known (by virtually no one) as MidKnight can make sparkly rainbows.

Skills: Kane is well versed in body language, usually able to read between the lines when interacting with people. He is also an avid reader and is quite intelligent about an assortment of subjects. Despite how he looks, he grew up with a family that loved to camp and hunt, which left him with honed survival skills as well as a fair sense of marksmanship.

Equipment: Smartphone, makeup compact, handcuffs, light armored vest with enough durability to stop small arms fire, but not much else.

Personality: Sarcastic, super dorky, intelligent, easy going and hard to rattle - Kane may be slow to open up to people, but once you get passed his walls, he's usually good company. Despite his gothic persona, there is a happy-go-lucky kid living inside of him. He is just slow to let that kid out.

Biography: Spencer Flowers was born into a picturesque family. His mother doted upon him, his sister loved playing board games with him and his father would often take him out camping and hunting. He loved sports growing up, and even took a few lessons in karate. He was a great student and an excellent athlete.

Then came the day that he'll never forget. His mother and father sat he and his sister down and disclosed to them that life was about to change. His parents explained how sometimes people can fall out of love and that their father would be moving out. His parents reassured he and his sister that it was no one's fault and that their love for their children would never go away.

Regardless, Spencer felt broken. He was tired of pretending to be the picture perfect family. He started dressing in monochrome, he dropped out of all his sports activities and he became introverted. Soon some like-minded lost souls that hovered outside of the typical social circles took him in. They introduced him to new, more intense music, updated his wardrobe with a more gothic tone, and even gave him a new name to match his new persona. Kane Grimwolfe was born.

Kane finished high school, but skipped college. He jumped from retail job to retail job, never giving any of them his full effort. Each one was a means to an end: he needed a paycheck, they needed a cashier.

Then one day things changed. The meteor hit. He immediately felt the affects on his body. His skin tingled, but he couldn't figure out what to do about it. He recalled the history of the fallen heroes of the past that had succumbed to the virus and couldn't shake the feeling that he might share a sort kinship with them, for better or worse.

Out of desperation, he decided the only way to activate the power within was to put himself in a distressful situation. He used the bulk of his paycheck to buy a Kevlar vest and some handcuffs before setting out into the night to catch some hoodlum for a petty crime - nothing too serious, just something to get his feet wet.

He found his target in the form of a mugger who was trying to rob a person at the ATM with a knife to their back. Kane bit his lip, pointed his palms, and shouted out with all of his might... That's when it happened. Rainbows shot from his palms and hit the mugger in the face, blinding him, if only momentarily. Shocked and confused, Kane made the most of the distraction and kicked the mugger to the ground, apprehended the knife, and locked the cuffs on the crook before alerting the police.

Since then, Kane has been trying to figure out what it all means, what these powers are for and how he could properly utilize them.