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Ya know, one of these days I'm going to post my interest in one of your RP's and actually get around to putting up a CS XD.
Anyway, for character ideas, I've got at least two-
One- some Average Joe who just so happens to have physical abilities that approach Kryptonian standards... but he's spent his whole life actively avoiding anything to do with spandex, capes and people with death rays trying to murder him until it's abruptly forced upon him via being on the receiving end of a brutal beat down by Bizarro while desperately trying to buy time for someone from the league (who, as a rule, tend to actually know what the hell they're doing) to show up and save his town.
He has no eye lasers.
No freezing breath.
No ability to fly.
He can't breathe in space.
And he's in way over his head.
Two- An old idea I've had floating around in my head for a while now; washed-up teenage super-team reject who grew up to be a semi-homeless hero-for-hire/freelance cop, traversing north and south America in an old Ford Bronco taking down villains and fighting crime with nothing but his wits, an arsenal of MacGuyvered weaponry and one hell of a chip on his shoulder.
More folk-hero than caped crusader, he's somewhat skeptical about the kind of people who wear tights and capes and make bombastic speeches about justice and virtue (for reasons that have nothing at all to do with being very publicly cast out of his former team in favour to be replaced by someone more marketable), but does acknowledge the usefulness of the league as a whole... this does not, however, mean he's ever going to stop being a sarcastic prick.
Ya know, one of these days I'm going to post my interest in one of your RP's and actually get around to putting up a CS XD.
Anyway, for character ideas, I've got at least two-
One- some Average Joe who just so happens to have physical abilities that approach Kryptonian standards... but he's spent his whole life actively avoiding anything to do with spandex, capes and people with death rays trying to murder him until it's abruptly forced upon him via being on the receiving end of a brutal beat down by Bizarro while desperately trying to buy time for someone from the league (who, as a rule, tend to actually know what the hell they're doing) to show up and save his town.
He has no eye lasers.
No freezing breath.
No ability to fly.
He can't breathe in space.
And he's in way over his head.
Two- An old idea I've had floating around in my head for a while now; washed-up teenage super-team reject who grew up to be a semi-homeless hero-for-hire/freelance cop, traversing north and south America in an old Ford Bronco taking down villains and fighting crime with nothing but his wits, an arsenal of MacGuyvered weaponry and one hell of a chip on his shoulder.
More folk-hero than caped crusader, he's somewhat skeptical about the kind of people who wear tights and capes and make bombastic speeches about justice and virtue (for reasons that have nothing at all to do with being very publicly cast out of his former team in favour to be replaced by someone more marketable), but does acknowledge the usefulness of the league as a whole... this does not, however, mean he's ever going to stop being a sarcastic prick.
