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Ju-V

I expect half-a-dozen more posts to read by the time I wake up. Let the hype and copious amounts of caffeine fuel you.

Ju-V

_{"Welcome to Jamrock"}

From the moment he had stepped off the airplane earlier, Weston Cassidy knew things wouldn't be as advertised. The six-hour trip across the North American skies, fully paid for by the Aegis Center for Metahuman Rehabilitation, had been entirely uneventful. Entering the San Francisco International Airport, however, proved otherwise. Almost immediately, the teenager had been joined by an adult man with a no-nonsense expression who had fallen into lockstep aside him. The patch labeled Junior Vigilante Program had told Weston this individual was to escort him to his next destination. The hand casually resting atop a holstered security baton and the cautious distance between the two had told Wes this was a man whose purpose was to handle the young metahuman.

Not that it mattered much to Wes in the long run. Regardless of whether or not the Ju-V program was less altruistic than he might have first believed, it didn't change his thoughts or desires. He had volunteered for the initiative with a goal in mind, and so long as attending the program brought him closer to achieving it, he'd tolerate just about anything. After all, the runaway had been through worse in the past several years.

Hours later, when the bus rolled up to his stop, Weston ambled up the steps. The handler from the airport stayed behind only to be replaced by another already present at the back of the extended vehicle, this one much more apparent in their guard duties. The soft notes of Journey lightly bouncing around the bus went unnoticed by the young man whose headphones were instead pumping a different rhythm directly into his ears. As he moved down the aisle from beneath his hoodie, his eyes briefly flicked across each other passenger.

A diminutive girl sat up front. Her outfit and posture gave a tidied, proper appearance. Near her was an almost equally petite young woman, though the similarities stopped there as this one exuded more energy than even Weston was capable of. Beyond the two of them was a teenage boy. His shock of white hair kept Wes' attention a moment longer than the others. The red-haired girl behind the boy also garnered an extended glance; her earbuds briefly enticed his interest.

However, the following five occupants barely caught his eye as he raised his head to look for an empty seat. Then he noticed the teen at the back of the bus who looked like he was on his way to audition for a boyband. The guard behind the boy never took his eyes off that one. Weston noted the radio clutched in the man's hand and the tenseness with which he sat, poised to act if need be. For a moment, Wes considered moving toward the back to take a seat across from the boy, but just as he did, the bus began to move again, and he quickly sat on the closest empty bench.

Positioning himself so his back was against the window, Wes kept his gaze settled toward the vehicle's rear during the next portion of their journey. He had spent enough time on the streets to recognize when someone readied themselves for a confrontation. The adult guard, for whatever reason, was prepared just for that. Weston likewise prepared himself to intervene should the boy with the pretty hair find himself in danger. Wes adjusted the volume of his MP3 player. Maxxed out, he had no doubt those sitting near him could now hear the bass pulsing through his headphones. The beat coursed through him, and Wes felt the familiar buzzing sensation work through his system.

After several more minutes, the guard eventually slid his radio back into its belt holster, and by the time they were pulling up to their next stop, Weston decided nothing was likely to happen. Shifting his body to face out the window, Wes occupied himself by watching the rolling hills of San Francisco. Coming from the almost entirely flat city of Philadelphia, the ups and downs of San Fran were a marvel to him. At specific points along their trip, Weston could only see the sky over the massive hills they rode up. The pedestrians along the sidewalks going about their day also looked strange to the teenager, almost as if they were perpendicular in comparison to him. He wondered what it would feel like to walk those streets himself.

The shifting of the bus pulled Weston from his thoughts. He quickly looked over his shoulder, catching just the large frame of a broad-shouldered young man taking the seat behind. He eased the volume of his MP3 player down some, feeling that tingling sensation subside in return, as Wes slid himself toward the outside of his seat. Leaning into the aisle, he caught the arrival of the newest passenger, a girl who looked close to his height and was wearing her light brown hair up in a ponytail, with several locks hanging loose to frame her younger features. She stepped hesitantly onto the bus, taking great care with her movements as she navigated to a seat in the second row. Weston sat upright, his left hand gripping the back of the seat before him as the girl turned around to sit. Protruding from the girl's back were large wings of light and dark browns.

Wes had been operating as a vigilante for the last three years. Since discovering his metahuman nature, his life in Philadelphia had primarily been full of dangerous situations and exciting figures. In all that time fighting crime, though, the young man had never encountered another like him. At least, not that he knew of. He wasn't stupid, either; Weston knew the Ju-V program would be full of other metahumans, but he hadn't considered that some would have unique physicalities to them. While he understood that each of the other teenagers on this bus were, in fact, metas, it was different when faced with the unmistakable evidence of someone's nature.

He couldn't keep his eyes off the girl. For the rest of the trip, he leaned into the aisle to get a better look at her. Wes studied every visible feather of her wings, the gradual shifting in colors, the way they ruffled slightly each time the bus' doors slid open. He couldn't imagine how it must feel to have them.

So focused was he on the girl's wings he barely noticed as a small, furred creature boarded. If it wasn't for the shouts from another passenger, he might not have registered the otter. Still, the lightly dripping beast was more an afterthought to Weston than anything. One of the teens bringing a pet to the program was odd, but the winged girl still held his attention.

When they arrived at the harbor and it came time to disembark the bus, Weston moved with uncharacteristic haste to get down the aisle before the others. He wanted a closer look and ended up just two behind the girl. Thumbing the pause button on his MP3 player, Weston stepped off the bus.

Whether or not the experience would be as advertised, Wes now knew, without a doubt, that his time in-program would be worth it.

Ju-V

21 Jump Street is now in Ju-V.

Ju-V

Suggestions on a face claim and/or a better Alias would be welcomed.

@Roman

Vorpal.

Ju-V

V A L I A N T

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^{W E S T O N "W E S" C A S S I D Y ◼ J U N E 2nd ( 1 9 ) ◼ M A L E ( H E / H I M )}

^{"The world can beat up on me all it wants, I'll just come back stronger."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

---

^{"Hit me with your best shot. I can take it."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'9

◼ WEIGHT | 148lbs

◼ BUILD | Average

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Auburn

◼ EYE COLOUR | Green (Indigo when highly charged with energy.)

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | BlueViolet or 8A2BE2

//DESCRIPTION:

Weston is, in most regards, spectacularly average. Average height; average weight; average build. In a crowded room, he wouldn't stand out. His hair is usually some degree of unkempt, and often just slightly too long. His wardrobe isn't much more noteworthy, either, most seen sporting a dark hoodie and worn jeans.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

---

^{"When you can do what I can do, it's selfish and stupid to sit by and do nothing."}

Weston was born and raised in Philadelphia. Until he was 13, his life was mostly unremarkable. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away a year later after a long-fought battle. Spending all of his free time with his mom during this period, Wes marveled at the bravery and empathy the woman embodied throughout the ordeal.

In the following two years, the young Weston went to live with his grandfather, a retired Philly police officer and habitual volunteer at local homeless shelters. Through his time with his grandfather, Wes learned to appreciate and recognize that there are those in the world less fortunate who are always in need of a helping hand. Upon the emergence of his metahuman abilities, Weston's grandfather proved beyond accepting, actively encouraging the teen to explore his newfound capabilities in safe, healthy ways. Not long after his sixteenth birthday, Weston's grandfather passed away in his sleep.

For the following several months, Weston was shuffled around between distant relatives who he had little to no connection with, ultimately being sent to New Jersey to live full-time with one. While the teen tried to be accepting of his new placement, in the end, he decided to run away and return to Philadelphia. It was there he found himself a member of the homeless community his grandfather had once dedicated years to assisting.

Not long after, an older gentleman within the community was attacked, with Weston thankfully being close enough to intervene, save their life, and fight off the attacker in an impressive display of physical strength. It was this moment that set Wes on his path to vigilantism, the experience encouraging him to actively use his metahuman abilities to aid in protecting those in his community and city.

After two years of vigilante work, Weston found himself wishing he could do more. He had protected his community from muggers, meddled in gang activity, and even prevented more than a few murders on the street, but he couldn't help but feel as if he wasn't living up to the potential of his power. That's when he learned of the Junior Vigilante Program. Seeing the opportunity to help even more people, Wes eagerly volunteered for the initiative.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{"You say I'm being brave. I say I'm just doing what I was taught. Help those that need it. Simple as that."}

Weston's motivation boils down to one really basic concept: help anyone he can. His mother's bravery in the face of certain death and his grandfather's selflessness to serve others has been instilled in him. He recognizes that, as a metahuman, he has a higher ability to help people than most others, and he doesn't shy away from that responsibility. His goal in joining the Ju-V Program is simply to learn what he can in order to help as many people as he can in the time he has

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

---

^{"You wanna hurt someone? I'm right here."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Ergokinesis | Weston can absorb, convert, and redirect most forms of energy.

◼ Ambient Energy Absorbtion | Weston is constantly, passively collecting energy. It cannot be turned off. He absorbs ambient light, heat, sound, and more. This energy innately enhances his physiology in various ways. At a base-level, his physical capabilities would be comparable to an Olympic athlete. In addition, so long as there remains ambient energy to absorb, he does not fatigue.

◼ Energy Conversion | The energy Weston absorbs can be converted to other forms of energy.

◼ Energy Redirection | When absorbing non-ambient sources of energy, Weston can redirect said energy in the forms of concussive blasts or reflected as the associated energy itself.

◼ Energy Resistance | As a result of being able to absorb, metabolize, and redirect energy, Weston is highly resistant to most forms of attack. This includes kinetic energy, granting him a great degree of physical durability.

◼ Energy Empowerment | Outside of passive absorption, when exposed to greater amounts of energy, Weston is able to exponentially augment his physical capabilities, including strength and speed. When 'overcharged' this absorbed energy 'leaks' out resulting in an indigo aura that grows in intensity.

//SKILLS:

◼ Street Smarts| Having spent the last several years of his life living on the streets, Weston excels in unconventional knowledge.

◼ Brawling| While possessing no trained hand-to-hand abilities, Wes' time as a vigilante has allowed him to develop a unique brawling style that suits his powerset.

◼ Willpower| As a result of his upbringing and Weston's ability to withstand significant physical beatings, he possesses an incredibly willful spirit and powerful resolve.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Laws of Conservation | While, theoretically, there is no limit to the amount of energy that Weston can absorb and redirect, there is a limit to the amount that can be stored within his body at any given time. Additional energy absorbed in excess of this limit must be transferred or released within an indeterminate amount of time. Moreso, when Wes enters an 'overcharged' state, he risks uncontrollable discharge of stored energy unless immediately redirected.

◼ Pain Tolerance | Despite having high levels of resistance to most forms of energy, thus negating the majority of physical damage to his body, Weston still feels a considerable amount of pain when exposed to harm. Thus, while physically capable of withstanding attacks, he is susceptible to mental fatigue if he endures too much pain.

◼ Understanding | Weston's utilization of his abilities is entirely self-taught. As such, there are many applications of his powerset that he has never considered let alone displayed. As of his enrollment in Ju-V, the primary utilization of his power is kinetic energy absorption and conversion. He knows he can withstand physical punishment, including up to being shot, and grow stronger as a result. He is also aware that, if he withstands enough punishment, he can generate small, concussive blasts of force from his fingertips - though this is an application of his abilities he's only managed to use twice, mostly unintentionally, and both times after being shot.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼Restraints | While able to absorb kinetic energy, should Weston be physically restrained in a manner that applies no kinetic force upon him, he would be unable to break free of his bonds.

◼ Presence of Energy | While it would be almost impossible to deny all forms of ambient energy for him to absorb, without additional sources of energy within his vicinity or directed at him, Weston would remain at his base level of power.

◼ Psychic Attacks | If exposed to a telepathic assault, Weston would be as vulnerable as any other.

◼ Gaseous Attacks | Likewise, while his enhanced physiology from ambient energy grants him greater lung capacity than most, Weston still needs to breathe and prolonged exposure to gases will affect him.

◼ Lack of Education | While not unintelligent by any stretch of the imagination, Weston's academics ended prior to completing his junior year of high school. As such, he is without some degree of education.

▼ N O T E S:

---

//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD |

▼ FRIENDS

◼ The Community | Unhomed individuals with whom Weston lived for three years while operating as a vigilante. Most of the community is aware of his abilities and the role he played in protecting them. It was they, as a collective, who first began to call him Valiant.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD |

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD |

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ MP3 Player & Headphones | Weston is never without the MP3 player and sometimes-dysfunctional headphones found in a dumpster and gifted to him by the community. Stored with 600 songs, each at least a decade old, Wes actually uses these in his crimefighting arsenal. The sound is passively absorbed and converted by him to slightly increase his base-level abilities.

Ju-V

V A L I A N T

---

^{W E S T O N "W E S" C A S S I D Y ◼ J U N E 2nd ( 1 9 ) ◼ M A L E ( H E / H I M )}

^{"The world can beat up on me all it wants, I'll just come back stronger."}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

---

^{"Hit me with your best shot. I can take it."}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'9

◼ WEIGHT | 148lbs

◼ BUILD | Average

◼ HAIR COLOUR | Auburn

◼ EYE COLOUR | Green (Indigo when highly charged with energy.)

◼ 'VOICE' TEXT COLOUR | DarkSlateBlue or 483D8B

//DESCRIPTION:

Weston is, in most regards, spectacularly average. Average height; average weight; average build. In a crowded room, he wouldn't stand out. His hair is usually some degree of unkempt, and often just slightly too long. His wardrobe isn't much more noteworthy, either, most seen sporting a dark hoodie and worn jeans.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

---

^{"When you can do what I can do, it's selfish and stupid to sit by and do nothing."}

Weston was born and raised in Philadelphia. Until he was 13, his life was mostly unremarkable. His mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away a year later after a long-fought battle. Spending all of his free time with his mom during this period, Wes marveled at the bravery and empathy the woman embodied throughout the ordeal.

In the following two years, the young Weston went to live with his grandfather, a retired Philly police officer and habitual volunteer at local homeless shelters. Through his time with his grandfather, Wes learned to appreciate and recognize that there are those in the world less fortunate who are always in need of a helping hand. Upon the emergence of his metahuman abilities, Weston's grandfather proved beyond accepting, actively encouraging the teen to explore his newfound capabilities in safe, healthy ways. Not long after his sixteenth birthday, Weston's grandfather passed away in his sleep.

For the following several months, Weston was shuffled around between distant relatives who he had little to no connection with, ultimately being sent to New Jersey to live full-time with one. While the teen tried to be accepting of his new placement, in the end, he decided to run away and return to Philadelphia. It was there he found himself a member of the homeless community his grandfather had once dedicated years to assisting.

Not long after, an older gentleman within the community was attacked, with Weston thankfully being close enough to intervene, save their life, and fight off the attacker in an impressive display of physical strength. It was this moment that set Wes on his path to vigilantism, the experience encouraging him to actively use his metahuman abilities to aid in protecting those in his community and city.

After two years of vigilante work, Weston found himself wishing he could do more. He had protected his community from muggers, meddled in gang activity, and even prevented more than a few murders on the street, but he couldn't help but feel as if he wasn't living up to the potential of his power. That's when he learned of the Junior Vigilante Program. Seeing the opportunity to help even more people, Wes eagerly volunteered for the initiative.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

---

^{"You say I'm being brave. I say I'm just doing what I was taught. Help those that need it. Simple as that."}

Weston's motivation boils down to one really basic concept: help anyone he can. His mother's bravery in the face of certain death and his grandfather's selflessness to serve others has been instilled in him. He recognizes that, as a metahuman, he has a higher ability to help people than most others, and he doesn't shy away from that responsibility. His goal in joining the Ju-V Program is simply to learn what he can in order to help as many people as he can in the time he has

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

---

^{"You wanna hurt someone? I'm right here."}

//ABILITIES:

◼ Ergokinesis | Weston can absorb, convert, and redirect most forms of energy.

◼ Ambient Energy Absorbtion | Weston is constantly, passively collecting energy. It cannot be turned off. He absorbs ambient light, heat, sound, and more. This energy innately enhances his physiology in various ways. At a base-level, his physical capabilities would be comparable to an Olympic athlete. In addition, so long as there remains ambient energy to absorb, he does not fatigue.

◼ Energy Conversion | The energy Weston absorbs can be converted to other forms of energy.

◼ Energy Redirection | When absorbing non-ambient sources of energy, Weston can redirect said energy in the forms of concussive blasts or reflected as the associated energy itself.

◼ Energy Resistance | As a result of being able to absorb, metabolize, and redirect energy, Weston is highly resistant to most forms of attack. This includes kinetic energy, granting him a great degree of physical durability.

◼ Energy Empowerment | Outside of passive absorption, when exposed to greater amounts of energy, Weston is able to exponentially augment his physical capabilities, including strength and speed. When 'overcharged' this absorbed energy 'leaks' out resulting in an indigo aura that grows in intensity.

//SKILLS:

◼ Street Smarts| Having spent the last several years of his life living on the streets, Weston excels in unconventional knowledge.

◼ Brawling| While possessing no trained hand-to-hand abilities, Wes' time as a vigilante has allowed him to develop a unique brawling style that suits his powerset.

◼ Willpower| As a result of his upbringing and Weston's ability to withstand significant physical beatings, he possesses an incredibly willful spirit and powerful resolve.

//LIMITATIONS:

◼ Laws of Conservation | While, theoretically, there is no limit to the amount of energy that Weston can absorb and redirect, there is a limit to the amount that can be stored within his body at any given time. Additional energy absorbed in excess of this limit must be transferred or released within an indeterminate amount of time. Moreso, when Wes enters an 'overcharged' state, he risks uncontrollable discharge of stored energy unless immediately redirected.

◼ Pain Tolerance | Despite having high levels of resistance to most forms of energy, thus negating the majority of physical damage to his body, Weston still feels a considerable amount of pain when exposed to harm. Thus, while physically capable of withstanding attacks, he is susceptible to mental fatigue if he endures too much pain.

◼ Understanding | Weston's utilization of his abilities is entirely self-taught. As such, there are many applications of his powerset that he has never considered let alone displayed. As of his enrollment in Ju-V, the primary utilization of his power is kinetic energy absorption and conversion. He knows he can withstand physical punishment, including up to being shot, and grow stronger as a result. He is also aware that, if he withstands enough punishment, he can generate small, concussive blasts of force from his fingertips - though this is an application of his abilities he's only managed to use twice, mostly unintentionally, and both times after being shot.

//WEAKNESSES:

◼Restraints | While able to absorb kinetic energy, should Weston be physically restrained in a manner that applies no kinetic force upon him, he would be unable to break free of his bonds.

◼ Presence of Energy | While it would be almost impossible to deny all forms of ambient energy for him to absorb, without additional sources of energy within his vicinity or directed at him, Weston would remain at his base level of power.

◼ Psychic Attacks | If exposed to a telepathic assault, Weston would be as vulnerable as any other.

◼ Gaseous Attacks | Likewise, while his enhanced physiology from ambient energy grants him greater lung capacity than most, Weston still needs to breathe and prolonged exposure to gases will affect him.

◼ Lack of Education | While not unintelligent by any stretch of the imagination, Weston's academics ended prior to completing his junior year of high school. As such, he is without some degree of education.

▼ N O T E S:

---

//SUPPORTING CAST:

▼ ALLIES

◼ TBD |

▼ FRIENDS

◼ The Community | Unhomed individuals with whom Weston lived for three years while operating as a vigilante. Most of the community is aware of his abilities and the role he played in protecting them. It was they, as a collective, who first began to call him Valiant.

▼ ENEMIES

◼ TBD |

//STOMPING GROUNDS

◼ TBD |

//PARAPHERNALIA

◼ MP3 Player & Headphones | Weston is never without the MP3 player and sometimes-dysfunctional headphones found in a dumpster and gifted to him by the community. Stored with 600 songs, each at least a decade old, Wes actually uses these in his crimefighting arsenal. The sound is passively absorbed and converted by him to slightly increase his base-level abilities.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Apologies for my absence and letting things go by without activity for so long. There's some major upheaval happening with my work the last couple months and it's pulled my attention away, plus left me not in the best of headspaces.

It also seems like I'm not the only one swamped with things in life right now as it looks like the there's been a lot of silence not just here but elsewhere.

I think it's best that this is called for now. I don't have it in me with everything that's going on to give this the attention it deserves, and if I can't devote the time and effort needed I can't expect others to. I'm sorry to those who recently applied and were accepted to only have this end before they could join in.

Down the road, if things calm down with my job and I'm able to refocus on hobbies, I'd like to try my hand at this concept again. But, for now, I think it's only responsible to officially put a stamp on this game.

Thank you for everyone who joined, especially those of you who were intent on sticking around. I hope to see you all again for a game in the future.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

he's a postie boy

@Supermaxx

He's a postie man.

Age of Marvels - A Marvel Comics Roleplay [CLOSED]

Love seeing a nice, steady flow of posts coming in. I've got some snowstorms arriving this week and I'm still recovering from a week of sickness, but I'll find time between to begin working on my next Spidey post.

DC Comics Roleplay: Fall of Justice

So, life's been kicking my ass. I want to stick around here but I'm finding that I don't have the time or energy to devote to this without losing balance in other aspects of my life. And I've been sitting on a 99% completed post for a month now, so if I can't find the time or energy to finish 1% of a post and proofread, that tells me I need to just accept it and move on.

Unfortunately, I'll have to drop out of this. Maybe next time one of these springs up a couple years down the road, I'll try my hand at Static again, but for now I need to make sure I'm finding the right balance between things.

Best of luck.