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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

The Horror

Character you have created: Nathan Salazar/Alfred Salazar
Alias: The Horror/Yin Yang
Speech Color: "I don't want this anymore. What is with f7976a anyway?"
Character Alignment: Villain; technically, it's his alter ego that is the villain.
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Despite being a metahuman of an evil reputation, Nathan Salazar is actually a very caring and kind person. He deeply fears 'the other me', who goes by the moniker of Alfred, which is the name of Nathan's now deceased younger brother. Alfred is an unrepentant sadist, fully enjoying toying with the darkest fears of other people. Nathan's mind is in constant war and flux; most of the time, the battle of mental domination between his warring halves follows the cycle of day and night. At night, Alfred is almost always the one in control, using his powers for personal gain and gleeful suffering, but never murder. At day, Nathan usually manages to retain control over his own mind. However, despite being an evil sadomasochistic villain, Alfred has repeatedly demonstrated an innate desire to keep Nathan and Zach safe, which is just about his only redeemable attribute. Alfred also stays quiet when Zachary is around, and acts like his better half if he's the one talking to him.
Uniform/costume: None needed; he is a shapeshifter.
Origin Info/Details:
Nathan and Alfred were originally a pair of young siblings living in Los Angeles. They were born in a family of metas, with both of their parents being metahumans with power in their own right. Nathan has the power of the sun; his brother had control over shadow and darkness. But they did not know their abilities yet; not until puberty. For the first decade of their lives, they lived in a more or less normal existence; their parents had been quite adamant at keeping their powers hidden unless absolutely needed.

Then they came. One day, a group of armed men, one of whom was also a meta with the ability to disrupt the powers of others, stormed their house in the guise of a drug raid. They took away the two boys and left the parents dead. The house burned; all the press and public would know that a drug raid got very heated rather literally.

Nathan and Alfred, in the meantime, were taken to a secret facility, where they were experimented on like guinea pigs. A serum was injected into them, causing their bodies to be capable of shapeshifting, as well as granting strength and durability beyond human limits.

They were just 12 and 15.

It would continue. Another decade went as they were thrown through experiment after experiment. And it was after all that time that Alfred snapped, and took the chance. When the slimmest opportunity presented itself, he killed the guards by causing one to hallucinate, shooting his comrades before getting his neck snapped. The brothers escaped from the facility, but Alfred died in the attempt. He was gunned down, even as he yelled at his big brother to run.

Assuming a hundred different forms, Nathan would wander the country, eventually ending up in Lost Haven, where there was a rather large concentration of metas. Around this time, his mind, wracked by grief and broken by the whole decade of traumatic experiments, splintered. The other him called himself Alfred… and for some reason, when it's active, he has the powers of his dead brother. Was he possessed?

After a year, he would meet someone; Zachary Bennett. A kindly man just about his age, he was also a meta, one that could hear thoughts and… take pain away. It is through this mutual understanding that they became friends; Nathan couldn't even trust himself anymore. His splintered mind is now part of who he is; this body is not just his own.

Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Shapeshifter
Power Level: City
Powers:

Shapeshifting: Nathan and Alfred both possess the ability to change appearance at will. He is able to copy someone's appearance as long as he has seen them, and their voice if he has heard them speak. However, he cannot copy memories or powers.

Enhanced Strength and Durability: Nathan possesses superior strength and durability compared to a normal human, being capable of lifting 100 kilograms without much effort as well as being durable enough to get up from a ten story fall without injury.

Yin: At night, Alfred takes control. This gives the Horror an additional number of abilities, which happen to be the ones that give him his alias:

Umbrakinesis: Alfred unlocks the ability to control shadow, allowing him to envelope his surroundings in pitch black darkness in a radius of 50 meters. He is still able to see on darkness due to having thermal vision.

Hallucination Inducement: Alfred has the ability to induce hallucination in a single person within a short distance, making them see what he wants them to see. It seems that the illusion remains unbroken unless if Alfred's concentration is stopped by a third party, or if he decides to use any of his other abilities.

Timorviventikinesis: Alfred is capable of creating up to 20 creatures out of the fears of non meta people within a two block radius. They are recorded to resemble the fears of people, such as spiders, clowns, large dogs, and their abusive fathers, except for that they have a grotesque appearance, such as gaping wounds and sharp teeth. They are easy to destroy with conventional weapons, but they are easily replaced as long as the people from whose fears they are being created from are within the Horror's range. These creatures are seen to have great physical strength, with humanoid ones being found to have been capable of breaking a man's spine.

Yang: At day, Nathan retains control, giving him a completely different set of abilities.

Heliokinesis: Nathan has the ability to absorb and redirect photons, allowing him to create blinding flashbangs and miniature coronal ejections capable of melting concrete. He can also absorb light to the point of creating a blind spot around himself, though this requires strenuous concentration. It is unreliable without sunlight.

Attributes:

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 77 kilograms
Strength: Above average
Mobility: Average
Intelligence: Above average
Fighting Skill: Rather high. The natural ruthlessness of the Alfred personality seems to be rather avid fan of martial arts.
Resources: Virtually none; unemployed. He seems to get by through pocket thieving and welfare.

Weaknesses: Sonic weaponry seem to disrupt all of the Horror's abilities due to the rather unique molecular makeup of his body. He is also more suited to terrorizing innocent civilians than duking out with other metas.
Supporting Characters:
Zachary Bennett: Best Friend. Has the ability to relieve pain through physical contact as well as surface level telepathy.
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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Nikolai Ivushkin - The Cryophoenix

It is time. For the last ten years, Nikolai Ivushkin, MD had been a secret vigilante that scoured the city of Lost Haven at night. Every criminal and thief had learned to cower in fear with the coming of the succinct chill in the air of night and the crystallized fluttering of icy wings; telltale signs that their days of stealing will be over soon. Sometimes, death would come swiftly for them, their blood spread across the frozen ground by spikes of anomalous dark ice that seemed to refuse to melt for hours under the summer heat. At others times, the cryophoenix would drop them in front of the local police precinct, ready to be charged for their crimes and to be tried fairly. There will be no quarter given; no chance of defeating the one that had come to bring them to justice, if vengeance was justice.

Now, an alien invasion had come to the world itself. Cities all over the world were being pummelled by the invading extraterrestrials, their advanced weapons turning most of those that sought to fight back against them into black ash and hot pools of molten flesh and bone. The aliens wielded dark sciences far beyond the ken of the most sophisticated minds of humanity; if not for the metahumans that defended the planet from threats within and without, it would have fallen so much faster, as it was their power that has staved off the aliens for this long. This is war, and there will be no mercy...

"Kolya." Nikita Ivushkin crashed into the living room, where his twin brother, Nikolai, was watching the news of the invasion that was currently the hottest topic in every outlet and station. "The aliens are coming to the city. What are we going to do?"

Nikolai shook his head. He knew what he must do; he needed to assist in the defence of Lost Haven, and then aid in their expulsion from the rest of the planet, no matter how dangerous that was. After all, that was why the spirit within him decided to place itself in an eternal cycle of death and rebirth; to help defend the world from those that would seek to harm it and those that live upon it. "Niki. Take mom and dad to the fallout shelter." Nikolai gestured to the floor below them, which contained a basement that was dug nearly 10 feet into the ground. It also doubled as their storage place and a second place for sleeping... a more or less perfect place to wait out an impending alien invasion, assuming it gets driven off. "Call our sister too, she needs to somewhere safe. As for me... you know what I must do."

"Take care, brother." Nikita said, wiping a tear off his eye as he wrapped his arms around his brother in a tight hug; this could be the last time they saw each other. "See you later."

"I will." Nikolai nodded as he bit into the last cookie that he had been eating in the living room. "Now go. Now!"

With his brother taking their parents to the basement, Nikolai turned towards trapdoor that was hidden beneath the rug. It wasn't dusty, as it was used often. In it was the mask that he used to conceal his identity when patrolling.

Putting it on, he stepped out of the door, seeing the plumes of smoke that was emerging from the rest of the city as the invasion began to throttle. "Nastupayet zima." he began with a voice of one and a hundred. "Ya vzyvayu k tebe." At this, the phoenix emblazoned on his wrist began to glow. "Dukh vechnoy zimy." Mist began to cover his body in a manner not too different from a tornado, though it was not a tornado. "Prikhodit zashchishchat'."

The mist turned into a little blizzard, and out of it emerged a flying phoenix of ice and snow, which then sped towards the battlefield in the streets nearby...

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It would have seemed that many heroes had made their stand in Sherman Square, where numerous aliens have been crushed beneath their power. A small cohort of aliens had taken cover behind some debris, shooting at whatever moved; people, animals, whatever. This was brutal urban warfare, and the aliens seemed to like fry civilians with their plasma weaponry. Little did they know that things were going to get chiller from here on.

The Cryophoenix swooped in from the skies like a falcon homing towards its prey, freezing several aliens in place with its icy breath. It then flew back for another run, this time taking its cold, dark talons forward to destroy the aliens that had been turned into statues. It smashed upon them with the force of a freight train, turning their frozen bodies into pieces of unthawed meat. It then looked towards a bunch of civilians, who were gawking at the 10 feet long bird made of ice.

"What are you waiting for? Go!"

As the people ran off, the Cryophoenix glanced towards the group of heroes that were in there. icon had flown off to the sky, and there was a man in red and white killing any alien that got near him. "I assume our rules of engagement is kill on sight, no?" It then shot a spike of ice from its wing towards an alien that had taken aim at him, impaling the creature on a nearby building. "Kill them all. Got it."

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Nikolai Ivushkin, the Cryophoenix

When he's just a dude

Character you have created: Nikolai Ivushkin
Alias: Cryophoenix
Speech Color: "I like pizza and this code is 6ecff6." - Nikolai Ivushkin, 2020
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Nikolai is a clever joker, perhaps best known for his love of memes on history and science. He has many strange interests, and is seen as strange as a result. However, he is also a flaunter of his superior intellect and looks down on those that don't understand in his level, giving him a mixed reputation. Still, he is ostensibly caring and defensive for those he sees as friend or as equals, but other people that are not as close don't receive the same treatment, and may even be seen with contempt if they had assaulted him in the past. While usually chill and likable, he could be prone to fits of drunkenness, which are quite embarassing. He has a mentality of 'anything it takes'; he will not hesitate to destroy someone entirely if they are a proven serial killer. He thus believes that some people are simply unredeemable.
Uniform/costume: None; his transformation suffices to hide his identity. However, when fighting while in human form, he wears a Guy Fawkes mask and a black trench coat.
Origin Info/Details: The child of immigrant parents from the now defunct Soviet Union, Nikolai was born a few minutes before his twin Nikita, making him the older of the two of them. He was the middle child, with his older sister Katarina being born a few good years before he was. His father, Piotr (now called Peter), was a soldier, and he would often be absent due to being assigned in the sand strewn battle fields of the Middle East as well as the broken cities of the now defunct Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. However, an injury forced Piotr to retire from the military; he would then pursue online business, while also allowed him far more time with his twin sons. Thus, Nikolai would be raised in a rather, say, unique way; he was raised to be goal oriented and to have a will of metal; determination and perseverance are some of the things that would define him as he grew up. Nikolai would thus be seen with favour by most of the local neighbourhood. Intelligent, courteous, straight A's: the perfect child in the eyes of many. He had great pride with himself, and rightly so, for he is bound to be of the honor roll of the local high school. It was in his elementary days that he developed his eccentric properties; he sometimes used a cane even though he was not an old man, and always wore black and grey. He was weird, but fascinatingly intelligent. In junior year, he held the position of Editor in Chief of the school paper, which ensured that he knew quite literally everyone in the school.

Days would pass, and then they turned to months and then years. One day, while contemplating about the future, he found himself lowering the temperature of his surroundings; frost and snow had formed on the ground all around him. It was a strange time, too; it wasn't even the winter months yet. There was only one possible outcome, then: he now has the power of the winter. A day after that, he was assaulted with visions of his past lives. The ones that came before told him who he was; the latest incarnation of an ancient wizard of the east that wielded powers of winter and cold. He was, for all its worth, the Cryophoenix; a spirit of unforgiving cold that endures continual cycles of death and rebirth to help defend the world from threats, wherever and whenever they come.

Decades would pass as Nikolai studied medicine in university, and got himself an honor roll in the process. He'd become a medical researcher; an expert in the functions of the human body in the good times and bad. However, every night, the Cryophoenix stalked the cold shadows, seeking out murderers and thieves in a bid to remove the pests of society from existence. Some would be impaled in spikes of ice; some would just be found stuck in ice cuffs right outside the police precinct, ready to be captured. But who could say that the Cryophoenix was a friend of mankind, other than those who know him personally?
Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Mystic
Power Level: City Level
Powers:

Cryokinesis/Cryogenesis: Nikolai wields the ability to rapidly reduce the thermal and kinetic energy of objects through a gust of freezing magic that he fires from his hands, or by physical contact. In addition, he forms an anomalous form of ice that he could also control with both thoughts and hand gestures. This anomalous ice, known as Phoenix Frost, is as hard as rock and takes twice as long as normal ice to melt. This ice can be formed in any shape he wishes such as bladed weapons and solid blocks. It seems that only up to a metric ton of the material could exist in any given time; he is able to 'take back' his magical ice back into himself in a mist-like form should he need it elsewhere.

Cryophoenix Transformation: After a lengthy incantation, the phoenix tattoo on Nikolai's wrist glows white and coats him in a flurry of mist and ice, out of which emerges a phoenix that is seemingly made from pure frost. The Cryophoenix possesses a flight speed equal to that of a Peregrine Falcon (186 mph), but in winter conditions, it increases to up to 450 mph. The Cryophoenix is able to maintain its form for up to 30 minutes before needing to return to human form, but it is also able to keep itself in a shrunken state the size of a starling indefinitely. When in Cryophoenix form, the Cryokinetic abilities become wildly imprecise, with the ability to shape ice into definite objects becoming ineffectual. Rather, the Cryophoenix possesses two main avenues of ice based attacks: its icy breath, which rapidly immobilizes and slows down targets upon impact, and the ice 'feathers' that it shoots out of its wings.
Attributes:

Height: 5'8"/ 10'
Weight: 70 kilograms/120 kilograms
Strength: Average; no super strength
Mobility: Not that good when in human form, but when transformed, he becomes extremely mobile with the power of flight.
Intelligence: Above average; he has messy handwriting and has been lauded for his thesis on cryogenic therapies. He says that it's all just hard work, though.
Fighting Skill: Apparently, the Cryophoenix knows how to fight hand in hand, taking techniques from Krav Maga, Northern Shaolin Kong Fu, Judo, and Esrima. He is not a master, but he could easily take down the average thug without using a single bolt of ice.
Resources: What does a 31 year old medical researcher with a bright mind get, anyway? He is quite well off, but he does not have great resources; not that he needs a lot anyway.

Weaknesses: It has been proven that heat based weaponry are the greatest threat to the Cryophoenix, as it literally causes its cryogenic avian form to start melting. In addition, extreme blunt force trauma could break its form. Nikolai Ivushkin himself does not possess superhuman durability, and could be killed with a bullet to the head.
Supporting Characters:
Nikita Ivushkin; his twin brother, who has no powers whatsoever. He works in a tech company and also has a big brain. He knows that his brother is the incarnation of an ancient ice spirit, and is quite proud of it.

Peter Ivushkin and Mary Ivushkin; his parents. They're old retirees, and feel conflicted about how their son freezes criminals every night.

Catherine; his older sister. She doesn't seem to care. But she does. In her own way.

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My Hider

Eleazar Nikolavich Diaz-Sapohznik

"Where's your sister?"

Eleazar stood in front of his mom, a little unsure about the answer that he had mustered for her question. He was tasked with accompanying his younger sister Alessia to school everyday, as it was, as his mother put it, 'his prime directive'. The pendulum swung thrice before Eleazar broke the rather awkward silence that he and his mother shared in the dining room.

"She…" Eleazar stammered, scratching the back of his head. His sister was a total enigma to deal with; she often got out of the house way earlier that he did, and she usually did not even wake him up. It's like she did not care if everyone else got worried about her. "Uh… she left before I finished preparing my stuff…"

"Oh, that girl…" Felicita shook her head in annoyance. "She's as impatient as ever, no? She wouldn't even wait for you to come along with her to school… aren't your classes at the same time?"

"Actually, there's something else." Eleazar put on his signature black jacket from the coat hanger near the door before picking up his cane. "We're merging with another school that closed down for some reason today. Liberty High, I think. They're rich kids, mostly."

"Now that's odd." Felicita nodded slowly. Rosefell and Liberty merging together was one of the unlikeliest things to ever happen. "Okay. Do you have your lunch with you? How about your phone?"

Eleazar pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, shaking it in front of her. "I have everything, mom."

"Alright. Go say goodbye to your dad."

Eleazar nodded and quickly sprinted towards the bakery, which was a family business that had sustained them for the last twenty years. His father was the one running it, and he worked along with one assistant. Not enough was usually earned every day to pay a bunch of employees, so he usually had one or two teens working part time jobs. Their jobs were quite basic; put the bread in the bags, take the payments, give the change. The lives of this family were not glamorous, but they were not dirt poor either. They were somewhere in between.

"Dad, I'm going now." Eleazar said as he walked near the ovens where the bread was being formed from dough and yeast and whatever toppings/fillings they wanted.

His dad, who had taken to being called Nicholas after all of his years in America, turned from his work and handed him a paper bag filled with conchas. "Alright sonny, take care. Your sister had gotten ahead of you half an hour ago…"

"Okay dad." Eleazar then sat on the driver's seat of his electric tricycle, which was a quaint little thing that was clearly suitable for getting around in short distances, like the metres that he had to cover from home to school. Alessia was probably already there anyway…

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After chaining up his electric tricycle on the parking lot, Eleazar quickly got in. There were noticeably more people in here, as the merging had begun. He imagined that quite a number of Rosefell students didn't like that these bourgesie Liberty High-ers were coming in here… but, if anything, if he was able to befriend a few, he'd get buddies that were rich… which was a win-win in any scenario. They'd get a homie as sweet as a cake, and his pizza cravings would be readily satisfied.

Either way, he found himself walking towards a table, filled with stickers with 'Hi, my name is' followed by a blank. It was another of these events, it seems. He would just put one on with his name written on it. Eleazar walked with a noticeable limp, as his left leg had been injured a year or so back in a football match.

It wouldn't be long before he found a familiar face, as he saw Cael Crawford along with Spike and a boy he did not recognize. Probably one of the newcomers.

Speeding up a little, he would walk up to them with a more or less sober expression. He did, however, lighten up when he got close to Cael, as he just hugged him from behind and used his shoulder as a chin rest. Typical demeanour from him to a friend. Eleazar did remember the time when Cael had fallen for him… but that was a long time ago. Right now, he was a friend. "Well, well, well, look at who the egregious tides of time and circumstance had brought into this... humble institution." He extended a hand to Christian, though not before taking his glove off. "Eleazar Nikolavich, at your service. I assume you're one of the newcomers from the… uh… what was it again… Liberty, right. Liberty High." His memory was a little spotty; he had little sleep last night due to playing Dungeons and Dragons with his… international friends. "You lot are welcome in this place, I guarantee that you will have a lot of fun here. And make new… um… friends. And stuff. You know what I mean… hehe. Heh." At that moment, he just pulled out a Concha and began munching on it. "Just ask... us if you have questions. And stuff."

Awkward…

The Horror

Character you have created: Nathan Salazar/Alfred Salazar
Alias: The Horror/Yin Yang
Speech Color: "I don't want this anymore. What is with f7976a anyway?"
Character Alignment: Villain; technically, it's his alter ego that is the villain.
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Despite being a metahuman of an evil reputation, Nathan Salazar is actually a very caring and kind person. He deeply fears 'the other me', who goes by the moniker of Alfred, which is the name of Nathan's now deceased younger brother. Alfred is an unrepentant sadist, fully enjoying toying with the darkest fears of other people. Nathan's mind is in constant war and flux; most of the time, the battle of mental domination between his warring halves follows the cycle of day and night. At night, Alfred is almost always the one in control, using his powers for personal gain and gleeful suffering, but never murder. At day, Nathan usually manages to retain control over his own mind. However, despite being an evil sadomasochistic villain, Alfred has repeatedly demonstrated an innate desire to keep Nathan and Zach safe, which is just about his only redeemable attribute. Alfred also stays quiet when Zachary is around, and acts like his better half if he's the one talking to him.
Uniform/costume: None needed; he is a shapeshifter.
Origin Info/Details:
Nathan and Alfred were originally a pair of young siblings living in Los Angeles. They were born in a family of metas, with both of their parents being metahumans with power in their own right. Nathan has the power of the sun; his brother had control over shadow and darkness. But they did not know their abilities yet; not until puberty. For the first decade of their lives, they lived in a more or less normal existence; their parents had been quite adamant at keeping their powers hidden unless absolutely needed.

Then they came. One day, a group of armed men, one of whom was also a meta with the ability to disrupt the powers of others, stormed their house in the guise of a drug raid. They took away the two boys and left the parents dead. The house burned; all the press and public would know that a drug raid got very heated rather literally.

Nathan and Alfred, in the meantime, were taken to a secret facility, where they were experimented on like guinea pigs. A serum was injected into them, causing their bodies to be capable of shapeshifting, as well as granting strength and durability beyond human limits.

They were just 12 and 15.

It would continue. Another decade went as they were thrown through experiment after experiment. And it was after all that time that Alfred snapped, and took the chance. When the slimmest opportunity presented itself, he killed the guards by causing one to hallucinate, shooting his comrades before getting his neck snapped. The brothers escaped from the facility, but Alfred died in the attempt. He was gunned down, even as he yelled at his big brother to run.

Assuming a hundred different forms, Nathan would wander the country, eventually ending up in Lost Haven, where there was a rather large concentration of metas. Around this time, his mind, wracked by grief and broken by the whole decade of traumatic experiments, splintered. The other him called himself Alfred… and for some reason, when it's active, he has the powers of his dead brother. Was he possessed?

After a year, he would meet someone; Zachary Bennett. A kindly man just about his age, he was also a meta, one that could hear thoughts and… take pain away. It is through this mutual understanding that they became friends; Nathan couldn't even trust himself anymore. His splintered mind is now part of who he is; this body is not just his own.

Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Shapeshifter
Power Level: City
Powers:

Shapeshifting: Nathan and Alfred both possess the ability to change appearance at will. He is able to copy someone's appearance as long as he has seen them, and their voice if he has heard them speak. However, he cannot copy memories or powers.

Enhanced Strength and Durability: Nathan possesses superior strength and durability compared to a normal human, being capable of lifting 100 kilograms without much effort as well as being durable enough to get up from a ten story fall without injury.

Yin: At night, Alfred takes control. This gives the Horror an additional number of abilities, which happen to be the ones that give him his alias:

Umbrakinesis: Alfred unlocks the ability to control shadow, allowing him to envelope his surroundings in pitch black darkness in a radius of 50 meters. He is still able to see on darkness due to having thermal vision.

Hallucination Inducement: Alfred has the ability to induce hallucination in a single person within a short distance, making them see what he wants them to see. It seems that the illusion remains unbroken unless if Alfred's concentration is stopped by a third party, or if he decides to use any of his other abilities.

Timorviventikinesis: Alfred is capable of creating up to 20 creatures out of the fears of non meta people within a two block radius. They are recorded to resemble the fears of people, such as spiders, clowns, large dogs, and their abusive fathers, except for that they have a grotesque appearance, such as gaping wounds and sharp teeth. They are easy to destroy with conventional weapons, but they are easily replaced as long as the people from whose fears they are being created from are within the Horror's range. These creatures are seen to have great physical strength, with humanoid ones being found to have been capable of breaking a man's spine.

Yang: At day, Nathan retains control, giving him a completely different set of abilities.

Heliokinesis: Nathan has the ability to absorb and redirect photons, allowing him to create blinding flashbangs and miniature coronal ejections capable of melting concrete. He can also absorb light to the point of creating a blind spot around himself, though this requires strenuous concentration. It is unreliable without sunlight.

Attributes:

Height: 5'10"
Weight: 77 kilograms
Strength: Above average
Mobility: Average
Intelligence: Above average
Fighting Skill: Rather high. The natural ruthlessness of the Alfred personality seems to be rather avid fan of martial arts.
Resources: Virtually none; unemployed. He seems to get by through pocket thieving and welfare.

Weaknesses: Sonic weaponry seem to disrupt all of the Horror's abilities due to the rather unique molecular makeup of his body. He is also more suited to terrorizing innocent civilians than duking out with other metas.
Supporting Characters:
Zachary Bennett: Best Friend. Has the ability to relieve pain through physical contact as well as surface level telepathy.
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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

Nikolai Ivushkin, the Cryophoenix

When he's just a dude

Character you have created: Nikolai Ivushkin
Alias: Cryophoenix
Speech Color: "I like pizza and this code is 6ecff6." - Nikolai Ivushkin, 2020
Character Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Walking the Line
Identity: Secret
Character Personality: Nikolai is a clever joker, perhaps best known for his love of memes on history and science. He has many strange interests, and is seen as strange as a result. However, he is also a flaunter of his superior intellect and looks down on those that don't understand in his level, giving him a mixed reputation. Still, he is ostensibly caring and defensive for those he sees as friend or as equals, but other people that are not as close don't receive the same treatment, and may even be seen with contempt if they had assaulted him in the past. While usually chill and likable, he could be prone to fits of drunkenness, which are quite embarassing. He has a mentality of 'anything it takes'; he will not hesitate to destroy someone entirely if they are a proven serial killer. He thus believes that some people are simply unredeemable.
Uniform/costume: None; his transformation suffices to hide his identity. However, when fighting while in human form, he wears a Guy Fawkes mask and a black trench coat.
Origin Info/Details: The child of immigrant parents from the now defunct Soviet Union, Nikolai was born a few minutes before his twin Nikita, making him the older of the two of them. He was the middle child, with his older sister Katarina being born a few good years before he was. His father, Piotr (now called Peter), was a soldier, and he would often be absent due to being assigned in the sand strewn battle fields of the Middle East as well as the broken cities of the now defunct Socialist Federal Republic of Yugoslavia. However, an injury forced Piotr to retire from the military; he would then pursue online business, while also allowed him far more time with his twin sons. Thus, Nikolai would be raised in a rather, say, unique way; he was raised to be goal oriented and to have a will of metal; determination and perseverance are some of the things that would define him as he grew up. Nikolai would thus be seen with favour by most of the local neighbourhood. Intelligent, courteous, straight A's: the perfect child in the eyes of many. He had great pride with himself, and rightly so, for he is bound to be of the honor roll of the local high school. It was in his elementary days that he developed his eccentric properties; he sometimes used a cane even though he was not an old man, and always wore black and grey. He was weird, but fascinatingly intelligent. In junior year, he held the position of Editor in Chief of the school paper, which ensured that he knew quite literally everyone in the school.

Days would pass, and then they turned to months and then years. One day, while contemplating about the future, he found himself lowering the temperature of his surroundings; frost and snow had formed on the ground all around him. It was a strange time, too; it wasn't even the winter months yet. There was only one possible outcome, then: he now has the power of the winter. A day after that, he was assaulted with visions of his past lives. The ones that came before told him who he was; the latest incarnation of an ancient wizard of the east that wielded powers of winter and cold. He was, for all its worth, the Cryophoenix; a spirit of unforgiving cold that endures continual cycles of death and rebirth to help defend the world from threats, wherever and whenever they come.

Decades would pass as Nikolai studied medicine in university, and got himself an honor roll in the process. He'd become a medical researcher; an expert in the functions of the human body in the good times and bad. However, every night, the Cryophoenix stalked the cold shadows, seeking out murderers and thieves in a bid to remove the pests of society from existence. Some would be impaled in spikes of ice; some would just be found stuck in ice cuffs right outside the police precinct, ready to be captured. But who could say that the Cryophoenix was a friend of mankind, other than those who know him personally?
Season 1/2 Summary: Nyet
Hero Type: Mystic
Power Level: City Level
Powers:

Cryokinesis/Cryogenesis: Nikolai wields the ability to rapidly reduce the thermal and kinetic energy of objects through a gust of freezing magic that he fires from his hands, or by physical contact. In addition, he forms an anomalous form of ice that he could also control with both thoughts and hand gestures. This anomalous ice, known as Phoenix Frost, is as hard as rock and takes twice as long as normal ice to melt. This ice can be formed in any shape he wishes such as bladed weapons and solid blocks. It seems that only up to a metric ton of the material could exist in any given time; he is able to 'take back' his magical ice back into himself in a mist-like form should he need it elsewhere.

Cryophoenix Transformation: After a lengthy incantation, the phoenix tattoo on Nikolai's wrist glows white and coats him in a flurry of mist and ice, out of which emerges a phoenix that is seemingly made from pure frost. The Cryophoenix possesses a flight speed equal to that of a Peregrine Falcon (186 mph), but in winter conditions, it increases to up to 450 mph. The Cryophoenix is able to maintain its form for up to 30 minutes before needing to return to human form, but it is also able to keep itself in a shrunken state the size of a starling indefinitely. When in Cryophoenix form, the Cryokinetic abilities become wildly imprecise, with the ability to shape ice into definite objects becoming ineffectual. Rather, the Cryophoenix possesses two main avenues of ice based attacks: its icy breath, which rapidly immobilizes and slows down targets upon impact, and the ice 'feathers' that it shoots out of its wings.
Attributes:

Height: 5'8"/ 10'
Weight: 70 kilograms/120 kilograms
Strength: Average; no super strength
Mobility: Not that good when in human form, but when transformed, he becomes extremely mobile with the power of flight.
Intelligence: Above average; he has messy handwriting and has been lauded for his thesis on cryogenic therapies. He says that it's all just hard work, though.
Fighting Skill: Apparently, the Cryophoenix knows how to fight hand in hand, taking techniques from Krav Maga, Northern Shaolin Kong Fu, Judo, and Esrima. He is not a master, but he could easily take down the average thug without using a single bolt of ice.
Resources: What does a 31 year old medical researcher with a bright mind get, anyway? He is quite well off, but he does not have great resources; not that he needs a lot anyway.

Weaknesses: It has been proven that heat based weaponry are the greatest threat to the Cryophoenix, as it literally causes its cryogenic avian form to start melting. In addition, extreme blunt force trauma could break its form. Nikolai Ivushkin himself does not possess superhuman durability, and could be killed with a bullet to the head.
Supporting Characters:
Nikita Ivushkin; his twin brother, who has no powers whatsoever. He works in a tech company and also has a big brain. He knows that his brother is the incarnation of an ancient ice spirit, and is quite proud of it.

Peter Ivushkin and Mary Ivushkin; his parents. They're old retirees, and feel conflicted about how their son freezes criminals every night.

Catherine; his older sister. She doesn't seem to care. But she does. In her own way.

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Sample Post:

My Hider

Eleazar Nikolavich Diaz-Sapohznik

"Where's your sister?"

Eleazar stood in front of his mom, a little unsure about the answer that he had mustered for her question. He was tasked with accompanying his younger sister Alessia to school everyday, as it was, as his mother put it, 'his prime directive'. The pendulum swung thrice before Eleazar broke the rather awkward silence that he and his mother shared in the dining room.

"She…" Eleazar stammered, scratching the back of his head. His sister was a total enigma to deal with; she often got out of the house way earlier that he did, and she usually did not even wake him up. It's like she did not care if everyone else got worried about her. "Uh… she left before I finished preparing my stuff…"

"Oh, that girl…" Felicita shook her head in annoyance. "She's as impatient as ever, no? She wouldn't even wait for you to come along with her to school… aren't your classes at the same time?"

"Actually, there's something else." Eleazar put on his signature black jacket from the coat hanger near the door before picking up his cane. "We're merging with another school that closed down for some reason today. Liberty High, I think. They're rich kids, mostly."

"Now that's odd." Felicita nodded slowly. Rosefell and Liberty merging together was one of the unlikeliest things to ever happen. "Okay. Do you have your lunch with you? How about your phone?"

Eleazar pulled out his lunchbox from the bag, shaking it in front of her. "I have everything, mom."

"Alright. Go say goodbye to your dad."

Eleazar nodded and quickly sprinted towards the bakery, which was a family business that had sustained them for the last twenty years. His father was the one running it, and he worked along with one assistant. Not enough was usually earned every day to pay a bunch of employees, so he usually had one or two teens working part time jobs. Their jobs were quite basic; put the bread in the bags, take the payments, give the change. The lives of this family were not glamorous, but they were not dirt poor either. They were somewhere in between.

"Dad, I'm going now." Eleazar said as he walked near the ovens where the bread was being formed from dough and yeast and whatever toppings/fillings they wanted.

His dad, who had taken to being called Nicholas after all of his years in America, turned from his work and handed him a paper bag filled with conchas. "Alright sonny, take care. Your sister had gotten ahead of you half an hour ago…"

"Okay dad." Eleazar then sat on the driver's seat of his electric tricycle, which was a quaint little thing that was clearly suitable for getting around in short distances, like the metres that he had to cover from home to school. Alessia was probably already there anyway…

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After chaining up his electric tricycle on the parking lot, Eleazar quickly got in. There were noticeably more people in here, as the merging had begun. He imagined that quite a number of Rosefell students didn't like that these bourgesie Liberty High-ers were coming in here… but, if anything, if he was able to befriend a few, he'd get buddies that were rich… which was a win-win in any scenario. They'd get a homie as sweet as a cake, and his pizza cravings would be readily satisfied.

Either way, he found himself walking towards a table, filled with stickers with 'Hi, my name is' followed by a blank. It was another of these events, it seems. He would just put one on with his name written on it. Eleazar walked with a noticeable limp, as his left leg had been injured a year or so back in a football match.

It wouldn't be long before he found a familiar face, as he saw Cael Crawford along with Spike and a boy he did not recognize. Probably one of the newcomers.

Speeding up a little, he would walk up to them with a more or less sober expression. He did, however, lighten up when he got close to Cael, as he just hugged him from behind and used his shoulder as a chin rest. Typical demeanour from him to a friend. Eleazar did remember the time when Cael had fallen for him… but that was a long time ago. Right now, he was a friend. "Well, well, well, look at who the egregious tides of time and circumstance had brought into this... humble institution." He extended a hand to Christian, though not before taking his glove off. "Eleazar Nikolavich, at your service. I assume you're one of the newcomers from the… uh… what was it again… Liberty, right. Liberty High." His memory was a little spotty; he had little sleep last night due to playing Dungeons and Dragons with his… international friends. "You lot are welcome in this place, I guarantee that you will have a lot of fun here. And make new… um… friends. And stuff. You know what I mean… hehe. Heh." At that moment, he just pulled out a Concha and began munching on it. "Just ask... us if you have questions. And stuff."

Awkward…

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 3- Shattered Dimensions

This has piqued my interest. How does a cryokinetic that transforms into a flying cryophoenix sound?

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"... And what happened to my mansion?"

"Hello papa." Alex said to his now deceased father with a noticeable scorn. Of course he was naked in the afterlife. For all he knew, he was probably trying to make a lady ghost pregnant, just as he had done to so many women when he was alive. That man had an insatiable drive to screw and make kids. And then he leaves when he is done.

"Oh, nothing. Some magical people from the woods who said that you stole something from them crashed into our meeting today and caused a lot of destruction."

A pause. "Oh, and everyone that bears your genes is turning to stone unless if they're not here in Araminta. Thanks for nothing..."

Evidently, he was not a fan. What could one expect, after all. James left Alex and his mom when he was 10, and had never showed up to them ever since. As a result, Alex had a rather troubled life, what with a mother addled with drugs and the absence of a father figure in his life.

"So, James." Alex didn't even address him as 'dad' anymore. "Do you have any idea on who would try to curse your entire bloodline to turn to rock unless if they're here?"

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"It's worth a shot," Justin said as he was sure that it wasn't going to go anywhere.

He could just hear the vague excuse he'll make before he fucks off.

"I will call upon the old man's ghost from the afterlife, then." Alex answered with a shrug, though he turned away for a moment as he walked towards the room that he had been allotted to within the mansion a few weeks ago. Just like Georgie, he was not keen on having wet clothes in the cold of the weather, and wished to change as soon as possible. But not before changing out from these cold, wet clothes. Friggin woodland magicians..."

He then stepped out of the room, sidestepping the destruction that led towards the quaint little bedroom that he was given as a member of the Vanburen family, even if he refused to bear the name in any official documents due to his distate for their father. Alex phased through the door and immediately took off the still dripping clothing, hanging them to dry as he then dried himself with a towel. With that done, he put on a new set of clothes; a grey shirt, a black trenchcoat, and brown trousers, along with a pair of sandals. It wouldn't be long before he was back in the living room, though he had taken the trouble of taking a piece of chocolate that he had stashed away in his bags.

"Here's to hoping that I get to summon the one that I hadn't seen for the last 18 years of neglect." Alex grumbled as green clouds of magical energy began to pulsate around his hands; the Spectre was at work. Sooner or later, James Vanburen should come... or not. He could be too busy screwing with all the other ghosts, after all.

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Raymond Salazar Vanburen

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Well... that was certainly something. The entity outside had three faces, and disappeared as quickly as it came. They would be quickly gathered in the living room soon after the attack ended, though the destruction in there would be quickly apparent. Raymond was still soaking wet, though, and excused himself just like Alex and Georgie to get changed. After all, magic attacks aside, the flu could be a hassle, and getting sick while hunting for crazy kids was not going to help in any way.

Raymond looked at himself on the mirror of his room; the act of earthbending was such a sucker, apparently, as a pair of rather stingy cracks had opened up on his chest and shoulder, respectively. He placed bandaids on them as soon as he saw them, and reminded himself not to overuse his Terrakinesis, as it could kill him if he wasn't careful.

Either way, the seance was going to start. Shane had gone outside to track down the Wiccans and Ezra went out to check on an injured Arabelle. Ray spotted Georgie, to whom he inched closer to as he didn't feel like wanting to not to be near one of his half siblings. "We're one weird ass family, aren't we." Ray commented. "You know, I should try to know you guys more now that we're stuck in this predicament."

In the meantime, te green light from Alex's Affixed Apparition continued to shimmer as James was being called from the afterlife. He really should take this call...

Recollections: Magnanimous (Cancelled)

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Alexander Karamazov Vanburen

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"So does anyone have a lead or even an idea as to where this curse came from so I can look into it?"

Alex thought long and hard as Justin presented the question to them. The Harrisburgs were suggested, but he had no idea who they were, just like Justin. He hadn't caught up with any of his half siblings until he met them a few weeks ago; heck, he didn't even know their names until then. Neither did he know about any of the feuds that their family... no, absentee dad had with anyonede else. Alex was still finding it hard to get his mind on the thing at hand, though, as it hadn't even taken in half of what had just happened. When the flood ended, he also stopped phasing just to see Ezra and Georgie on the stairs below, having been thrown off balance by the tidal wave. Then there was a massive quake, some wierd ass thing appeared outside, and it disappeared. He didn't see it; not that he wanted to.

It could be someone from our family,” Trisha spoke up, disdain clear in her tone. She was already annoyed about all that had gone on, and to still have to go through this meeting? She just wanted shit sorted. “Father had plenty of children we didn’t know about before now,” she glanced at Alexander, “maybe one of them decided to curse us all? Or a vengeful ex-wife? He definitely has plenty of those.”

Alex watched as Ezra took a call and left; it seemed that there was something amiss in the coffee shop, wherever that was. Either way, he spoke his piece.

"That makes plenty of sense, doesn't it." Alexander had a bit of a scoff in his voice, as he was like the black sheep of this family. "Who knows how many people he had pissed off in life. Heh." Getting into a more serious tone, he held his cross necklace and gazed upon its silver surface as if he was trying to x-ray vision through it. "Definitely not my mom, though. She knows nothing about magic and has been dead for ten years. Thanks be to him."

It was obvious, then, to whom he was referring to. "If you want, I could try to summon the old man's ghost from the afterlife for a while, try to get answers. I don't think he'd like to have a conversation with me, though. Not after what happened long ago."

Agents of SHIELD - Concluded

Astrad Lungren

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Location: Asgard

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"What?" Astrad grumbled as Maria stared at him face to face, arrow in hand. He stared back, tempted to fire a blast of cold wind at her."Why are you giving me that creepy ass face-"

And then it happened. Astrad heaved over as Maria had stabbed him in the stomach. He did not see it coming, as she had literally carried him a few hours ago when they were flying away from that scuffle back in Levittown. True, they hadn't had the best of introductions, but they were both agents or SHIELD. This was just friendly fire!

Grumbling, Astrad put his hand over his wound, using his cryokinetic powers to cover it with ice in order to stop the bleeding. Before long, he had an impromptu bandage… covering... whatever.

"Someone get me a doctor…" Astrad croaked as the stab wound hurt like hell. He'll live. Probably.