Ryonara

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

Another day, another body. Mort was where he always at during his day: disguised as a hobo panhandling for coin near the waterfront. He's found a good spot that was both close enough for people to see him, but not in the way for any business that might call the cops to drive him off. He was wearing his usual hobo disguise: thick coat, baggy sweatpants, and beat up military boots. He had a thick bushy beard, long scraggly hair, and cheap plastic sunglasses. And to top it all off; definitely sweaty and stinky. Plenty of lazy bums around the wayside who look trashy and just want a few dollars to get by, but Mort isn't concerned about going whole hog and smelling about as bad as he looked. Of course, getting a couple of quarters and pity dollars isn't his true purpose here. He's got a job to do.

It was a pretty basic job. He sets up shop here, begs for coin, and keep his eyes open for anything important. Usually this meant watching out for some young hero making rounds or some thugs who are getting the idea to start something. It wasn't much but it was honest work, though the pay wasn't really worth much. Frankly Mort's not had much luck getting higher paying jobs: no one's hired him to do any thuggery, bedlams, or heists. Hell even this stool pigeon job was hard to come by; Mort had to forgo his usual contractual obligations just to land the job since, as both he and his employee see, he's pretty disposable if he wants to make a big fuss about it. And frankly, Mort just couldn't risk trying to run any jobs on his own, not while the Titan's are by-and-large running this town. Sure, plenty of gangsters think they're hot stuff and can rob a shop before the cops show up, but this wasn't Gotham: the police here are actually pretty competent at holding the line before the Titan's show up and put down any would-be villain. Mort's seen this happen before in other cities, and he wasn't about to be one of the fools to fall for the same thinking. So here he was, a hobo on the streets, looking for something juicy to happen to earn his keep.

"Looks like I have at least six dollars so far. That's enough for a single slice of pepperoni. If I can get ten, that's a slice and a soda. I could get half a pie for fifteen if the dickhead over at the Zippy's isn't in shop. But for twenty I can grab two stuffed crusts and a large pop. Now that'll be a treat. Any more than that though and I'll need to save some dough for mats. While I'm good on plastics right now the more the merrier, especially if I really do plan to do a job anytime soon. Here's hoping." Mort mumbled out loud, just to help cement his hobo aura. A talking bum keeps the more shifty characters from trying and steal from his hat.

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

Posted up a sheet. I hope we can start soon!

Teen Titans: New Beginnings

Dead Man

Name: Mortimer "Mort" Memento
Alias: Dead Man
Image/Description:

Lean, tall, and looks like someone had stripped away his flesh and baked him in an oven for a few days. The guy looks like a zombie.

Age: 32
Gender: Male, but lost the bits some time ago.
Race: Mutant
Alignment: Neutral
Mentor: None
Skills/Meta Abilities:
Skills - Skill wise Mort is a decent fighter, having spent a good part of his mutant life fighting. He favors range combat over close-quarters and thus he moves fast, hits hard, but isn't great in a brawl. He does however have an incredibly high pain tolerance and things that would hurt and torture others is just quaint for him. Mort is also an explosive expert and can usually cobble together bombs with whatever material happens to be on hand. He rarely ever gets into a fight without being strapped with IED's. Lastly for skills Mort has a notable ability to not need sleep, thus giving him a lot more time to do whatever he feels like doing with his time. Mostly making explosives.

Powers - Mort's powers enables him to possess corpses whenever his body dies, and this is most notable as his original physical body will turn to ash upon death. This allows him to switch bodies to escape capture so long as he knows where a corpse is located for him to possess, though notably there may be a time limit. He's never seen what happens whenever he goes without a body for too long, but he knows it's strangely painful, so he seeks out whatever corpses he can should he perish. However as he is animated the bodies and not preserving them, the corpses will continue to decay and rot over time, and while it doesn't adversely affect his physical abilities, it does make it obvious whatever body he's possessing is a corpse and this make it easier to figure out who he's possessing.

Personality: Mort is a very professional person. Not really one to speak out unless it's to respond or address something, and not particularly social either, though that has to due with how his appearance can unnerve most people. He tries not to make a big deal out of it but he knows that he scares most people and often wishes that he could look more human, however surgical treatments to look more human just make him look incredibly uncanny, and never carry over after resurrection. Outside of work he is again, still pretty quiet, but more willing to talk and converse with others when there isn't anything important going on. He generally likes spending his free time playing games where he is like a completely different person online, almost violently aggressive, but this rarely ever carries over into real life.

Annoying and making him angry isn't too difficult, but Mort rarely ever feels true hatred. Even when he sees terrible, inhumane things, he's gotten so numb to what sort of cruelty people can inflict on each other that he simply accepts it as much a part of life as living and dying. This also makes it harder for him to connect to people at times, as his lack of empathy can make him unable to truly understand other people's struggles, whether they're innocent people suffering from a villain's injustice, or an evil person trying to make the world a better place in their own eyes. Thus his staunch professionalism: as long as the contracts are followed, he'll believe whatever you say needs to be believed.

Likes: A job well done, video games, stuff-crusted cheese pizza
Dislikes: People failing at their jobs, hackers, sour food

Backstory:
Mort was just another unfortunate fact of life: kids sometimes have parents who are not ready to raise them. His mother was just a young teen who got knocked up by her then boyfriend, and put Mort into adoption since she lacked the means to support him. He's never seen his parents since than and for a while that was a big deal for Mort. But he'll soon have other problems. A rather rich celebrity scientist came to his orphanage one day and adopted him and many other children, a PR stunt to enrich the poor and disenfranchised or some such. And so for a short while Mort had all the niceties a child could want: nice clothes, tasty food, a decent education, even gifts of toys and video games. Of course again, this was all a PR student. Once the cameras turned away and a select few children were chosen to maintain the facade, unlucky kids like Mort were taken so their true purpose could be realized: creating mutants.

Barely six years old and Mort was put through hell. A lot of the experiments were simply made to put stress and duress on the children, trying to force their mutant genes to evolve. A lot of kids died, and so did Mort. But dying is exactly what caused Mort's mutant gene to awaken and reveal his powers. When he came back to life he was confused, scared, and desperate to escape. But the chief scientist wasn't going to let him go that easily. It wasn't long before Mort was captured and after multiple experiments meant to test the limits and abilities of his powers, Mort was eventually indoctrinated into becoming a super soldier along with other survivors.

Equipped with various means to track and control him, Mort and many other child soldiers were hired by various villains as mutant soldiers, muscles, and general purpose thuggery. While others had mutant powers that made them more effectively soldiers, Mort's powers did not improve his strength or agility in any way. The only thing he had going for him was the confidence that no matter how bad the situation was, he'd be able to get away. His resurrective immortality enabled him to escape situations where his fellows ere killed or captured, but a combination of his conditioning and his contact always meant he was caught and put back into action. It wasn't until the scientist who created him was finally caught and arrested that suddenly Mort was free. Or so he thought.

Fact of the matter was, despite his circumstances, he was a criminal. Countless numbers of people killed. Hundreds of crimes committed. Innocent people killed for things he did and didn't do. Not to mention looking like the way he did, there was no way he could go back to society without getting back into prison. Someone else to put a collar on him. So once his creators, his contractors, and his past was gone, he went underground. Gone dark. He started running the shadows as a gun for hire, the only thing he knew how to do well. He started going by the name "Dead Man". Because that's all he was. That's all he is now.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

Yukari Yozakura

After getting the plan from Ruby, Yukari was ready to go. Her equipment was good, she knew who her team was, and she didn’t feel too sore. Even her old injury wasn’t holding her back. So the group went into the training ground and the first thing Yukari noticed was a very weird smell. It smelled like fur and cow and shortly after their first opponent arrived. Someone who was very big, very strong, and very loud. He was just causing a huge mess. Everyone else was getting into position and Yukari could vaguely make out Acion flying above them, likely trying to chase down the cow man himself.

From the sounds, Yukari could tell that the cow man was above them. She could easily climb up there and fight him and with the others she was certain she’d win. But the others kept mentioning how he was likely a distraction or even bait. ”Bait or not, he’s still a villain. If we put him down now that's one less problem.” She says a bit coldly. She didn’t want to be passive again. ”If you want to catch him grab onto me, otherwise catch up if you can!” Yukari used her quirk to stretch her body up towards one of the buildings, then rubberband herself skyward and instantly send herself to the rooftops.

Based on the commotion, Yukari wasn’t the first one here. She could sense someone else was here, someone with heavy… Sticky… Footprints? The only other person she knew that might sound like that was Donny, but he was part of the Hammer Team. Regardless if this person is fighting the cow man, Yukari would fight with them. Yukari readies her capture tools to try and wrap up the cow man. Even if he could use his strength to breath free, it wouldn’t be easy, and it would give her team the opportunity to take him out. She slung her scarf in the path of the bull as he jumps, while Yukari herself acrobatically circles around him so that she can cut him off and drive him back to the Lance Team. She made extra careful to avoid getting hit by Mina's lasers, an easy trick for Yukari to do. Dodging flying things in midair was one of the most basic acts she did.

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Do you still have space for one more? I have a bit of a character sheet ready for him.

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Name: Crag
Race: Ghostwise halfling
Class: Barbarian 1/Druid 2
Likes: Animals, cute things
Dislikes: Loud talking, liars
Backstory: Crag is a Warrior Cat of the Rubblebelt Tribe. Warrior Cats are halfling warriors assigned to live and raise a special type of predators known as Crag Cats. They specialize in hit-and-run tactics and being incredibly sturdy, making them fearsome warriors to their enemies. Crag himself is an orphan, both his parents were proud Warrior Cats who died in battle, and so he was raised with other war orphans. He was a pretty good Warrior Cat and had a lot of promise, but Crag was never the brightest of the warriors and soon got caught up in a complicated love affair. It resulted in Crag's cat companion being killed, and Crag betrayed by a girl he loved, and so he left the tribe in anger and lived a good portion of his life in the wilds just waiting to die. But when he thought he'd finally meet his head he received a dream about his beloved Crag Cat and choose to live on. Crag isn't his actual name but the name he's now chosen for himself after abandoning his tribe.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

With Kyra’s last spell it seems like the kobolds were killed, but their mere existence proved that there could be more danger lying in wait. Parum couldn’t risk another ambush but right now, she also needed some illumination. So Parum crafted an illusion of light, similar to that of a lantern, centered in the middle of the room to try and brighten up the otherwise dark corridor. “Let there be light.” Parum also moved towards the edge of the cliff to try and spot Kyra and the others, hoping they were good for the dark beast lurking in this cave.

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Parum took notice that the monster had released Brannor and Orchid, but not Kyra. What was it planning? Did it think that he needed Kyra to have some leverage over the the group? It was hard enough to have to deal with the kobolds right now of all times, Parum didn't want to have to keep negotiating with the tentacle monster either! "Wux tepoha vi ehaism ergriff vi tomosha dask tiliw itov!" Parum shouts at one of the kobolds as she takes out her sling. Maybe if they get out from cover, she could hurl a stone at one of them. She looked over towards the monster and continued to try and convince it to release Kyra. "We all of us freed in order to get your food! She is the best cook among all of us, and you'll never taste anything better than what she can make." Parum said motioning towards Kyra.

Rolls

Vicious Mockery Wis DC 13 = 3

D&D 5e - Hoard of the Dragon Queen

Just when it would seem like things would go well, the kobolds arrived. They attacked Brannor and Orchid who were both still caught in the monster's tentacles, but hopefully the monster itself won't try and hurt them. Who knows, perhaps the fact the monster has the two grappled might even help protect the two if the kobolds attack either of the men and end up hurting the monster in the process. Taking out her viol Parum plucked a string and looked towards the kobolds, angrily shouting at them. "Si tepoha ocuirtor vriskeh mrith throdenilt kalith!!" Parum shouts at one of the kobolds, hoping he'll take some damage and make it harder for them to hurt her allies. Though Parum also made sure to take cover behind a rock in case they try and go after her. "Mr. Monster, please let my friends go so they can fight! We promise to get you something better to eat than us!"

Rolls

Vicious Mockery Wis DC 13 = 1