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50,602 | 1,360 | 24 | 2,230 | 247 | No, I did not tell Dracov, so yes, you are the only one that knows. I'm trusting that you won't go and report this? She questions. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,603 | 1,360 | 25 | 2,230 | 247 | I can't promise anything. Someone's always after me. There could be more spies in this pack; I've found a couple quite recently. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,604 | 1,360 | 26 | 2,230 | 247 | They have all been taken care of. None of them are threats anymore. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,605 | 1,360 | 27 | 2,230 | 247 | Aleera doesn't follow. Instead, she heads back into the denser area of the forest where maybe, she could be alone for awhile so she could make the decision she'd been putting aside for days. One she wished she wouldn't have to make again. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,606 | 1,360 | 28 | 2,230 | 247 | Aleera sprints deeper and deeper into the forest. Finally, she reaches the clearing. This particular clearing was victim to a fire, but she always went there when she needed to be alone. It also increased the strength of her powers. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,607 | 1,360 | 29 | 2,230 | 247 | Anytime Aleera was about to use her power, all of her senses become stronger. That's how she knew someone was there. "You know, hiding doesn't work well here," she says to the wolf, Dymeh, her senses concluded, hiding nearby. Aleera waited until he decided to show. | Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: One and a half
Position in Pack: Something in between a beta and subordinate. Lives in the Ravine Pack.
Appearance: A completely snow white wolf with light gray markings near her eyes. She has startling blue eyes flecked with gold.
Description: Unlike most wolves in the pack, Aleera's main goal isn't necessarily becoming alpha female. She enjoys hunting for the pack and the thrill of a fight. After having a rough past, she likes to fly solo and is afraid of putting her full trust into others. Mainly quiet, she does what she is told unless she feels it is wrong. (Hope all that's okay. :) ) |
50,608 | 1,361 | 0 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Since the days Robin first appeared, teenaged heroes have gathered together in order to become better heroes. Side by side they learn and grow, training to take on evil. United, they are more than just sidekicks, they are the next generation of the world's heroes.
They are the...
~DIVIDED WE FALL~
Alcatraz.
Perhaps one of the most notorious prisons in all of history. Said to be inescapable but that has hardly held true into the modern era. What was once the the premiere institutuion holding the likes of Al Capone, eventually became a tourist attraction, nothing more than a simple exhibit. Yet the doors to Alcatraz were once again opened upon its conversion into an institute to house those known as 'supervillains'. Perhaps then it should come at no surprise that the authorities and even the island guards turn a blind eye to the activities within the prison.
A convicted Russian hitman, Matvei Rodor had made a lot of enemies over his life which lead him to where he was now. Dragged from his cell by rivals of the family who hired him, Matvei stared down at the waters below as they crashed against the rocky cliffs. The crude blade at his neck was a constant reminded that his life was no longer his own.
"You killed my daughter, you raped my wife." One man spat before delivering a swift kick to Matvei's ribs.
"You made my son eat his own fingers as your tortured him. You killed his mother before his eyes and doused him in her blood." The only man said, the knife pressing hard on Matvei's neck as a drop of blood rolled down the man's sweat laden skin.
"It was just a job..." Matvei managed to say, the knife taking skin with each word he muttered as his throat vibrated against the sharp blade. "It wasn't personal."
"It became personal the minute you killed our families." The second man growled, the knife sliding along Matvei's neck in one swift movement as the blood spilled forth. With a swift kick, the first man sent the body toppling over the edge into the waters below.
"Rot in hell."
Pacing the Titan's War Room, Rose Wilson looked out over the court yard below the tower. A garden filled with all manner of plants, both native to Earth and alien courtesy of the garden's original caretaker. A small stream flowed through it giving off a gentle serenity which is contagious to all around it. Many Titans had spent numerous hours in the garden below contemplating whatever problems weighed down on their minds. But today, was no time for serenity, today was time for the Titans to show Rose that their training had paid off, that the team could in fact work together.
The alien bounty hunter known as Lobo had been sighted entering San Francisco air space and it would only be a matter of time before he started causing trouble. Tracking his trajectory, Rose opened the communications channel to all the Titans.
"Titans, suit up and meet me in the hanger. We've got a bogey and he's a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning." Rose ordered as she herself headed towards the T-Wing.
Morning.
He hated mornings. Disorientated by the lack of the ocean breeze and the smell of metal and concrete it took Evander a few moments to once again remind himself he was in the Titans' Tower. It seemed like only yesterday he had traded the tropical island of Themyscria for the polluted land of men. At least the Tower was alongside the ocean, that negated some of the stench of man's machinations and factories. Sliding out from under the single sheet on his bed, Evander smirked as he saw he had once again thrown the comforter into the corner of the room in his slumber. Stretching, Evan slicked his hair back as he scratched at his head before exiting the room, not realizing he had once again forgotten to put clothes on before wandering the tower.
After a stop at the bathroom, the naked demigod made his way to the kitchen, a great hunger rumbling in his stomach as he opened the fridge. Searching inside, he eventually stumbled upon a pomegranate he had placed there and happily cracked it open. Casually walking towards the balcony, Evan walked through the automatic doors as he leaned over the railing and stared over the water as the sun rose from behind the tower.
During his time with the Amazons, Evander had come to appreciate all forms of beauty and the light of a new day on the crystal surface of the Pacific definitely qualified in his books. At least with his fruit and the view, it was almost like being home again. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,609 | 1,361 | 1 | 1,676 | 1,195 | It wasn't long ago that there was a chandelier hanging in Eric's room. When it came crashing down, Eric wanted to kill whoever'd done it, sure that their statue would be out front before too long had passed. However, it had been his own doing. For a while he'd wrapped his talons around the arms of the chandelier before wrapping himself in the leather blanket that was his own arms, hanging on it to get a good night's rest. It was as refreshing as any he'd ever had, but it didn't last. His immense weight had weakened it slowly but steadily, then it all came crashing down. Somewhere roughly around two hours ago, he was sure at least some of his companions had heard it.
He had no other choice but to lay down in his bed, but sleep never came. Nope.
So he got up, slipped on a white T-shirt and some jeans, then he left his room. He slipped the door shut and, ever so slowly, released the snapping knob of his door. With a chirp he illuminated the hallway and tower's spaces to his ears. The soundwaves that bathed him afterward informed him that the he had no company. So he nigh silently crept to the kitchen, fixing himself a bowl of Count Chocula before sitting down at the table and realizing he was not alone.
With his eyes, he searched around, focusing his attention on the balcony before catching sight of Evan's ass! He shoved his face into his palm before he heard the command issued by Rose Wilson, his own communicator was off, but he didn't need it to hear her.
"Good morning, sunshine," he stood up before dumping what milk remained down his throat. "The boss wants us.. we'll see if she 'wants' you like that, though." He shoved his chair under the table before dropping the bowl into the sink and walking his direction, keeping his eyes shut. "Off to the hanger we go, Wonder Boy." | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,610 | 1,361 | 2 | 1,015 | 2,826 | Morning was here, and as always Rufus dreaded it. He was rarely a man who longed for something he didn't have, but it was during the early hours of the morning he really wished he could travel in time to get more time to sleep in. On the fourth very agressive beep of his alarm clock his eyes shot open, a red spark inside of his iris playing along his optic nerve and in the next instant his hand had hit the alarm stopping it's dreadful screeching from hitting his tired ears.
Contemplating going back to bed, Rufus sat up and rubbed his eyes. He yawned and stood up. Stretching as he found his way around the room, finding his tank top and cargo shorts. He put on his clothes and headed into the next part of his room, where a sandbag hung over a treadmill. Getting on the treadmill he began running at normal speed, punching the bag in front of him. With each hit he could feel the world around him getting slower as he himself was generating power. Soon the treadmill would give off a beep, indicating that he had generated sufficient energy for his powers to function at acceptable levels. In a beige blur he was out of his room. Leaving behind him his workout clothes and instead wearing his suit.
He appeared in the kitchen, seeing Microbat and Wonderboy. Performing what he could only assume was actions of homoerotic nature. 'To each his own' Rufus mentioned at the two, opening the fridge and getting out a bottle of sports drink and a banana. He would calmly walk towards the hangar to meet Ravager. Lobo, huh? That could be interesting Rufus thought, looking forward to meeting one of the men who had gone toe to toe with the man of steel. | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,611 | 1,361 | 3 | 936 | 1,012 | It was morning, and Luke Nelson yawned as he sat up in his bed. As far as sleeps go, last night’s was pretty good. Unlike most nights, the Guilt didn’t come, and he was thankful for it. It had left him alone to dream about more pleasant things, like food, and boys, and getting promoted to Justice League status. All things considered, it was one of the best nights he’d had, and he was glad that the morning seemed to match his mood: calm and relaxed.
Hopping out of the bed, he got changed into his suit, a thing of beautiful craftsmanship designed by Lucius Fox, and quite possibly his most prized possession. Fitting it onto his lean form, Luke checked his belt, making sure that he had a sizeable supply of sand in his pouch. Satisfied that he did, he grabbed his helmet and exited his room, walking out into the large expanse of the Titans’ Tower. It was a major improvement over all of his homes in Gotham. It wasn’t run-down, for one, and he didn’t have to escape when the police came to arrest him for squatting. It was also modern and sleek. Everything looked new, and the very architecture promoted a lavish lifestyle. It was as if he was living in a five-star hotel; one that condoned the training and deployment of teenage superheroes. As far as Luke was concerned, there was nothing wrong with that.
“Titans, suit up. We’ve got a bogey and he’s a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning.” Rose Wilson’s voice boomed through the tower, and upon hearing her message, Luke hurried to the kitchen and crammed a quick snack into his mouth, paying no mind to Eric, or Evan’s nudity. So much for a relaxed morning. Still chewing, he exited the room, making his way to the hangar. There was nothing like a little morning scuffle. | | NAME: |
Bryce Rowan
| ALIAS: |
Wisp
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Ghost Physiology
-Flight
-Invisibility
-Intangibility
-Ectoplasm Manipulation
Recognized as a variable-state form of matter-energy. Its form can range from raw seething energy, a misty vapor, a viscous gelatin, a bundle of fine threads, a living membrane or a fine, fabric-like tissue, that can also be solidified and used for material purposes.
Currently he is only capable of using it its raw energy form molded in the shape of spheres, which he refers to as ghost lights. These spheres can be thrown or even held for melee purposes. When it comes into contact with something other than himself the energy violently releases itself from its spherical form.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
While although he has a ghost like physiology, Bryce is still human. So he can only take the same amount of physical abuse as any other normal human his size. He is still subject to disease and the like. His flight speed tops out at roughly 30 miles per hour. Although Bryce's skill with his intangibility is quite good, he still gets scared of passing through incredibly thick walls and such, he is always afraid that his ability would just turn off and he would die as part of a wall. Although intangible he has difficulty slipping through energy based attacks with his ability, his other weakness is magic, of the spiritual kind, can have great effect on him. His intangibility is limited to only himself but he can share his invisibility with anything or one he touches. The most being three other people, and no one thing bigger than a small car. The energy orbs which he creates can be thrown just as far as he would be able throw a baseball. They can however have their courses just slightly altered after being thrown. He is unaware if he can fly in space or not.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The alleys of Wisp's home city, littered with their fire escapes, the windows some lit and others extinguished, all the refuse scattered throughout, they really lent to the illusion of what the name, a concrete jungle, could allude too. Like every jungle it had its predators, which also meant it had its prey. This night Wisp was unfortunate enough to be the prey. He darted through these alleys, dodging the continued attempts to subdue him by his hostile follower. A small drone roughly the size of a dog, chased his every move as it pursued its prey. Armed with some sort of advanced targeting systems, and two active fully automatic rifles. Bullets whizzed past him at every turn, but Wisp wasn't afraid of bullets, he simply allowed them to pass straight through him as he flew. Being like a ghost it was really as simple as that. What wasn't okay though was the problems that could ensue if this drone actually managed to capture him.
The game of follow the leader was beginning to get old. 'Okay fun is over, Maybe I can lose him and finish this if I get a bit more fancy with my flight.' Bryce stared at the walls that directed the path he flew, although he thought going intangible was simple, it frightened him to pass through objects more than a few feet at most and even then it made him uneasy. Yes the ghost boy was afraid to go through walls, and he'd admit it. Bryce never denied things about himself, he accepted who he was and he was a happier person for it in the end. Sometimes though, the good plans weren't the most ideal. He made his choice and made a sharp left into the wall of what he hoped was an abandoned apartment building, it sure looked like one anyways. For a moment he thought he had actually escaped pursuit, but of course it couldnt be that simple, he really preferred simple. Caught a bit off guard the wall suddenly exploded inwards, shards of rock and some shrapnel of metal launched themselves toward Wisp. He activated his intangibility as soon as he could react to the deafening boom but he still got caught in a few places before he was untouchable once more. He caught a glimpse of some sort of explosives launcher before it disappeared back into the drone, because they just absolutely had to have grenade launchers. Before he was given another moment to breathe, the machine guns were swapped out with two odd looking guns with thin flat rectangular shaped barrels. 'Those dont look like fun toys' as he spoke he could see them begin to glow a blue color. He didnt stick around to see what happened next because he dropped himself through the floor and began to run and leaped into the air and began flying. He glanced back and saw the blue lasers blast through the floor and the drone begin to follow him again.
Now Wisp had lasers to dodge, bad news was he couldn't pass through a laser seeing as it was energy based weaponry. The good news though and Bryce firmly believed that there was always good news though is that he had finally thought of an idea to finish it all. His earlier comment of this being like follow the leader, came back to his head and it had given him his answer. Like his other comment before the best plans weren't always the most ideal plans there were. He took a deep breath, 'If I become part of this foundation I'm coming back to haunt' he took a sharp dive through the floor below him and continued to descend to the basement but did not stop there. He stiffened his concentration and passed though into the solid concrete and soil and looped his way around hoping the drone would be busy attempting to blast a hole to chase him through. As soon as he thought he wouldnt be noticed he popped out of the ground around the hallway from where he had originally dove into the ground. He brought his hands together and slowly pulled them apart and green energy began to well up between his hand growing bigger and bigger the further apart his hands became, until he had a basketball sized Ghost Light in his hands. As fast as he could he rounded the corner and launched his attack at the drone as the drone noticed him it changed targets and propelled straight for him. Luckily its flight AI was not as advanced as its targeting and it flew straight into the ghost light and there was a violent but small explosion of green. Wisp waited for the smoke to clear and walked over to check out the charred remains and saw a small engraved plaque. It said congrats you passed the test. 'Wait, who in the hell was testing him and why?!' Suddenly there was a white eruption of light and then he was out cold.
| NOTES: |
-Very open/accepting about himself
-Loves to help people and make people happy/smile
-Loves to have fun too, always tries to have fun doing whatever |
50,612 | 1,361 | 4 | 530 | 302 | That dream again. Not once after that had happened was Rhea spared of such a nightmare that waltzed endlessly in her mind every time her eyes would doze off. Years had passed since Dane had died in her arms but it still seemed that his ghost was hovering above her, preventing her heart from ever letting go of the failure that was her ability. She had already met a lot of people since then and her speaking skills had already improved greatly. Teen Titans, as they were called. It was a fitting name yet one so strangely contradicting. Teens could never be titans and titans could never teens. However, as she sat there on one side of the table, spoon in hand and a bowl of Super Oats in front of her, the word 'teen' became all too much obvious. Rhea wasn't sure whether she had a secret ability to be able to hide her presence for almost everyone ignored her-- not that she was affected by it. In fact, it allowed her to observe her allies as they became candid as much as they could. With the demigod, Amazon, naked in the open, Rhea couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. She had already created an analysis that, for someone who had fantastic strength, he had a small package to counter his good points. Well, Newton's third law as they would say. However, her attention was snapped back to the anthropomorphic bat ally sitting across her. Microbat was certainly an odd one. Well, his anatomy was somewhat complicated but, nonetheless, interesting. Her eyes trailed down his head until his torso, taking notes as to how his... hair and wings were so significant to his body. Well, she had mainly arrived at the kitchen a few minutes after Microbat but it took no genius to know that the crashing sound she heard some few hours ago was because of him. He not only looked like a bat but he acted like one as well. Interesting, did appearances influence behaviour or did behaviour influence appearances? Who knows?
Rhea stood up and exited the kitchen, knowing that she had left something in her room. Well, she did fetch it but when she returned, another person was present. It was Accelerate. Seriously, the boys were the only ones awake? Where were the girls? Well, aside from her though. Out of the three men inside the room, Accelerate was the only one who looked... decent, should she say. Well, his suit was awkward and made him look like a tulip but, hey, she was in no position to judge. Then, *crash*... Another, ughh, boy appeared. Okay, the girls should have a goal to beat boys in attendance next time. Thankfully, Sandstorm was in no mood to chat as evidenced when he bolted almost instantly before Rhea was even able to swallow the oats down her throat.
"Ye boys dun really act normal, do ye?" Rhea, finally, broke her silence. So, in attendance: Mini Package, Batty, Tulip and Sandy. Interesting. Well, it was too late to comment, anyway. Tulip and Sandy had already left the kitchen which meant little to her. The mission was already given, apparently. The only girl to ever wake up earlier than Rhea today was their leader, Rose. No surprise there, though. After finishing her meal, Rhea cleaned her bowl alongside the other dishes and pulled the hood over her head. "I be headin' fer the plane house now. Regardin' to Batty's question, Rose wud not be wantin' to see him with dat itsy-bitsy package." Rhea tilted her head as she slowly strode towards the hangar. "But, hey, it be nice to be seein' ya'll." | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,613 | 1,361 | 5 | 307 | 2,322 | A lazy sun rises slowly over the San Francisco bay, coloring the sky the red of bad blood. I watch it from the Tower gardens, surrounded by alien flowers so bizarre and otherworldly in their beauty that I feel I could spend all day studying them, which is really something because I am not a 'flowers' type of gal. I get through two smokes, just me and the sunrise, before the rest of the team start to rouse themselves, though I keep myself from introducing myself, preferring to isolate myself in the paradise we have on our doorstep.
I almost got spotted by the Demi-God as he strolled upon the balcony above me, though managed to dart further into the bushes without drawing his attention. I needn't have bothered, seems he only had eyes for the ocean, and probably wouldn't have spared me a second glance. 'Fraid I struggle to show him the same courtesy, my treacherous gaze returning to his perfect naked form again and again, despite all my silent cursing. I don't know what it is about him, but I just can't stop myself from looking. Sure, he looks like Michelangelo's david came to life, but it's hardly the first time I've seen a six pack. Or, for that matter, a dick. And yet I just can't stop looking. Stupid girl. Angrily I light up a third ciggie, hoping the nicotine will help to get better control of myself. It doesn't.
My silent fuming is interrupted by our fearless leader, Rose Wilson, summoning us to the hanger. Seems we're getting to tussle with a big one this morning. Oh goody, a chance for us all to get killed. I make my way to the T-Wing, sparing the time to grab my body armour and handguns. Can't leave home without them.
Rose and a few of the other kids are waiting when I arrive. I stand back from the group, waiting for directions. Why back from them? Well I ain't here to make friends. I'm here to do a job, save some lives, prove myself worthy of praise. I start giving the eye to anyone who looks my way, just so they understand the message. Everyone except Wonder Boy, of course.
I don't trust myself to look at him without blushing. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,614 | 1,361 | 6 | 1,617 | 689 | Morning had finally come and Zane had gotten out of bed and stretched. He had slept good last night and now he hoped for a good day. Zane went over to his closet and set out his suit for the day, the white gloves and dress shirt, his black bow-tie, tuxedo blazer, vest, and slacks, grey socks and black dress shoes that were shined to perfection. Although he could do all of this with magic, the process of actually doing things himself felt better. Once he was dressed he herd the call over the intercom,"Titans, suit up and meet me in the hanger. We've got a bogey and he's a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning." Roses's voice sounded throughout the tower. Zane found his favorite deck of cards, and headed out of the room.
He wanted to eat some Cinnamon Toast Crunch before the day started, but now he would have to settle for a banana. "Ananab." The simple spell made a ripe yellow banana appear in his hand while he hurried to the hangar. Zane began to wonder who the target was, excitement crept through is body, he was ready for this.
"Well let the games begin." He said with a smile as he headed to the hangar. | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,615 | 1,361 | 7 | 1,243 | 1,011 | While the others were just getting up JC was on the roof of their Tower finishing up his morning training. He didn't sleep much and if he were to be honest, he really didn't need to. He wouldn't call himself an insomniac. He was like that weird looking rapper, Kevin Gates. He didn't get tired. If he did sleep it wasn't for so long since his body would automatically wake him up soon enough. He figured it was time for him to take a shower and get dressed so he could get prepared for the day.
JC headed down to his room to pick out his clothes for the day and headed into the shower. While he was in the shower he heard Rose speak through his communicator. He finished up, dried himself off, and just put on his hero outfit instead of putting it under his normal clothes. He then tossed the civilian clothes into his room before heading to the kitchen first. He wasn't going to go fighting on an empty stomach. That'd prove more dangerous than anything. When he arrived he saw some of the others heading out of the kitchen and towards the hangar. He didn't speak to them and walked straight to the freezer to get a pint of ice cream.
Once he got a spoon he took a spoonful of the ice cream and put it in his mouth. It started to melt instantly. He kind of liked his ice cream warm. It was weird, but whatever. He turned to see the naked Amazon and said, "It must be cold in here." Without another word he headed towards the hangar while eating his ice cream on the way. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,616 | 1,361 | 8 | 793 | 1,516 | The hardest thing about being a Kryptonian now for Isaac is his lack of needs. He doesn't need to sleep. He doesn't need to eat. He doesn't need food or water. All he needs is some sun, and he's as good as new. That's the reason he spends most of his mornings on the roof of Titan's tower, looking out over the beautiful ocean water. Watching the sun rise, and the way the light reflects off the surface of the ocean and sparkles like a diamond makes up for his inability to sleep. But Isaac isn't up here just to gawk over the earth and it's natural beauty. No, the roof top was the best place for him to work out. While the tower had a perfectly functioning gym with the highest quality equipment in the city, it lacked much natural lighting; Isaac found that working out under the sun helped him keep his energy up. Right now, Mister Grant was honing his hand to hand combat skills. They weren't exactly impressive, and all this self-training felt like a waste without any sort of foundation to build off of.
He could always ask one of the other Titans to help. None of them were the next Robin, but a few of them knew how to hold their own.
"No." Sentinel growled at himself as his fist collided with steel. A normal sandbag wouldn't exactly stand up to a Kryptonian's blows, so Sentinel borrowed one of Superman's training dummies. It was a four foot by two foot box made of some alien metal. When dented, the metal would regenerate itself within seconds. The metal itself was pretty durable too. But of course, nothing is perfect. Even this alien material had its breaking point, and Sentinel still had to hold himself back. "Everything is too damn fragile!" Sentinel yelled as he punched a massive hole in the box. The chains that held it to the roof snapped as it went flying off into the ocean.
Isaac dragged another metal box over to the chains and attached it to the roof. "I'll get it later." He muttered. He'd said the same thing about the other twenty siting on the ocean floor right now. Sentinel started to pound on the dummy, with little regard for style or skill. Metal screeched and grinds as fist impacts dummy. There's not a person in this tower who would last more than a minute in a spar against him. Why weren't his teammates tougher? Why can't they pull their own weight?! If only they were stronger, they could help him. Isaac stopped hitting the target for a moment, letting the metal regenerate its dents and tears. "It's not their fault. They were born that way. They are flesh and bone. Blood and guts...And flesh bleeds!" Sentinel whipped around and slammed his fist into the dummy. The chains groaned under the attack. "Bone breaks!" Isaac kicked the dummy, and the chains snapped again. The metal box went flying after its brothers, soon joining them in the water. "Why can't you be stronger!" Sentinel yelled as he grabbed another box and tossed it onto the roof. His eyes glowed crimson as he melted the dummy faster than it could regenerate.
He turned around again, grabbing another dummy and wailing on it. "It was just water! Why couldn't you get out in time?! Why didn't you wait for the rain to stop?" Another mutilated dummy found itself in the water, and another took its place. "You turned dad into a monster. H- He wasn't strong enough...Not without you." Sentinel stopped and looked at his hands. "It's all my fault." Water fell into Isaac's open palms, and he was confused for a moment. Was it raining? Why did his eyes sting?
Why was he so weak?
"Titans, suit up and meet me in the hanger. We've got a bogey and he's a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning."
Rose?
Isaac turned around and wiped his eyes. Where was she? He didn't see her. Oh, wait. The communicator. Sentinel looked at the little round, yellow device on his belt for a moment.
Strong, huh?
Good.
Sentinel needed someone strong in his life.
Isaac leaped off the side of the tower and landed with a massive thud on the ground. He turned and walked inside the front door, glancing around the lobby before heading off toward the hangar to meet the rest of the titans. Just another Monday. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,617 | 1,361 | 9 | 2,323 | 262 | Blaring alarms shook Ari awake. "I'm up!" she shouted, throwing off her blanket as she shot up from her bed. Expecting a stern-faced Rose Wilson to be scowling down at her, she was relieved to find herself alone in her room. She rubbed her bloodshot eyes, last night was not a good one for her sleep. She motioned towards the sink on the other side of the room and water shot out and clumsily hit her in the face, effectively waking her. She tossed on jean shorts, flip-flops, and a black graphic T-shirt that depicted a Barbie doll with an arrow through its head on the front side. Ari then freshened up quickly before heading out to meet the rest of her fellow Titans in the tower.
As she made her way through the halls she felt a vibration in her pocket. Ari quickly pulled out the Titans communicator and fumbled with the small device in her hands before Rose commanded in that always intimidating voice: "Titans, suit up and meet me in the hanger. We've got a bogey and he's a strong one so I hope you all ate your wheaties this morning." She looked down at her attire; her "suiting up" was different than what it meant to her teammates. She didn't have a costume or armor, or at least not all the time. The water would provide any sort of armor when it was necessary.
Ari had to stop at the kitchen to grab a bite before proceeding to the hangar, and what she saw there was unpleasant yet pleasant. Most of her teammates were either there or leaving, including the naked yet gorgeous Wonder Boy. She stared for a few moments before shaking out of the trance. A quick check of her teammates' eyes made sure no one caught her in the act. "Rose is very particular with her words, and I believe when she said 'suit up' she was implying to at least be wearing something," Ari pretended to sound indifferent and avoided looking in Evan's direction, scouring through the refrigerator for something healthy. Hopefully they wouldn't be able to see that her face was displaying very different emotions than her words. | | NAME: |
Ariel "Ari" Williams
| ALIAS: |
Whirlpool
| ABILITIES: |
Hydrokinesis - can create, shape and manipulate water, create floods, manipulate tides, generate larger waves and whirlpools. Subsidiaries include hydrokinetic flight, the ability to walk on water, and the ability to purify unclean water.
She does not have to be close to a body of water to use her powers. She can pull water from the air, or from plants in the ground.
Water Solidification - the ability to control water molecules to construct weapons, walls, and other things.
Aquatic Respiration - the ability to breathe underwater.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Ari has difficulty manipulating larger bodies of water(large ponds, lakes, oceans) and is extremely exhausted after doing so.
- Ari has to take a few minutes to transition from breathing air to water, and vice versa.
- Susceptible to electricity and her powers can be contradicted by a fire or ice manipulator if she's not smart
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ariel's stormy blue eyes matched the color of the hostile ocean waves thrashing against the hull of the cruise ship. She chewed her lip nervously. She was way too old to be dolphin watching, particularly when it would be rare for an animal to surface in such poor conditions. The only way she would see one is if the sea was calm. "Oh, what the hell, this is my domain anyways," she bragged nonchalantly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the water around her, imagined it calming. A tugging sensation in her gut told her that the action was a success, she opened her eyes to gentle waves bouncing off the hull.
There were surprised murmurs and a few tried to start a clapping ovation for the sudden change of tide. Some shirtless guy nearby tried to crack some bad joke that Ari could barely hear thanks to his drunk mumbling but the girl accompanying him giggled.
"They're all idiots," Ari sighed and rubbed her temples before going back to sightseeing. She should be spending time with the extremely handsome — not to also mention stupidly rich — boy that is responsible for her being on the Carribean getaway. But he was screwing around on the lower levels, and there was nothing greater that Ari could do but observe and admire that beautiful ocean. Nothing, no matter how sexy, could distract her from the breathtaking view she was enjoying. She felt so at peace, encompassed by all this water.
It was only a couple more hours' time until the cruise was scheduled to dock back in Florida. Then all of this... paradise would be over. Then she would have to head back to San Francisco, where she lived. "San Fran isn't all that bad," she said to herself, seeing the outline of Florida in the distance.
| NOTES: |
- Arrogant, foul-mouthed and agitating but ironically sensitive
- 18 years old
- Aquatic animal geek, obsessed with dolphins and sharks. These obsessions show that she can be a kid at heart but are really the only times her arrogant demeanor will be broken. |
50,618 | 1,361 | 10 | 1,419 | 3,695 | The smell of nicotine drew Evander's attention from the crystal blue surface as he turned to locate the source. A trail of smoke led directly to the culprit as Evan caught Simone giving his body a thorough look over as her eyes slowly traced him from top to body. Returning the admiring look, Evan washed his own eyes over Simone's body. Her hair was naturally brunette, lightened with blonde high lights and her body, like most of the Titans was lean and toned. A rather desirable physique that could no doubt keep up with him if she wanted to. With a smug smirk, he tossed a wink her way before turning at the sound of the main intercom. Hanging out for the whole world to see, Evan chuckled as Eric raised his wing to cover his face from the sight.
"Good morning, sunshine," Eric called as he stood up. "The boss wants us.. we'll see if she 'wants' you like that, though." He shoved his chair under the table before dropping a bowl into the sink and walking towards Evan's direction all the while keeping his eyes shut. "Off to the hanger we go, Wonder Boy."
"Rose should be so lucky." Evan replied absently as Rufus entered the room, rolling his eyes at Eric trying to lead Evan towards the hanger. Evan often found himself amused by the speedster's serious demeanor, it was as if Rufus lived to be a buzzkill to everyone else who wished to enjoy their youth. As if on cue, each of the other Titans began to enter the room, grabbing a quick breakfast before turning heel and heading towards the hangar. Despite everyone having been together for at least a week now, it was quite apparent that not everyone was used to the demigod's abandon for clothes. Somehowever seemed to find some amusement in it as Rhea was more than happy to chatter away about the size of Evan's equipment as 'JC' also decided to chime in. Evan had little interaction and with either and often struggled with understanding Rhea at times due to her broken speech. In fact were her accent a bit more distinct, Evander would have almost confused her for speaking Cockney. JC on the other hand probably should have refrained from his comment, to Evan the other teen looked like a washed up Two-Face fan body. With his bizarre two toned hair, Evan had to admit he hoped to Aphrodite the boy had been gifted in the downstairs department.
"Hmm" Evan said with mock confusion looking towards the peanut gallery. "Oh I must have been being modest for the other boys." He added with a smile as he momentarily increased his size as he walked past Rhea before shifting it back down to a more reasonable proportion. "Son of Aphrodite, I've got a key for every lock." He said as he turned to give Rhea a salute before turning towards Zane with a raised eyebrow as the other boy began to eat a banana in front of the naked teen. A Zatara and like the rest of his famous family, Zane was a practitioner of magic. Though Evan had no ideas the extent of Zane's abilities nor how divinity and magic even reacted to one another.
"Ballsy move, teasing a guy like that." Evan said with a nod towards Zane before turning as Ariel made a remark to him about the clothes. Looking towards the shapely brunette, Evan couldn't help but wish he could talk her into a traditional Amazonian sparring match. The girl was no doubt attractive and with the ability to manipulate water to boot. He had to wonder if her abilities were connected to Poseiden in anyway as he walked past remarking to her comment with a dismissive shrug. "I'm wearing my birthday suit, you tell me if you see any flaws with it." He added hoping to elicit a blush from the pretty girl.
Walking to the hanger, Evan found himself filled with a lack of surprise that Sentinel was the first among the Titans to join Rose. In the corner, Simone had casually snuck in and was giving everyone a look down before averting her gaze from Evan. Raising an amused eyebrow, Evan turned his attention back to Sentinel as he wrapped an arm around the Kryptonian.
"Good morning Kid Krypto, how about a little one on one, you and me later." He asked before quickly releasing the volatile bruiser. No doubt Rufus was rolling his eyes behind him at what he'd consider juvenile antics. For some reason Evan couldn't resist riling up Sentinel, especially since the Kryptonian made it so easy to do. Outside of that, the two had very little interaction and as far as Evan knew, Sentinel had very little interaction with anyone on the team preferring to plow his fists through training dummy after training dummy.
"EVAN!" Rose's voice boomed out across the hanger as Evan turned to face her, looking as innocent as he possibly could.
"Yes boss?" Evan replied nonchalantly.
"Damnit boy you already induce lust in everyone you're around, the least you could do is put that thing away before someone either jumps on it. I'd threaten to cut it off but frankly I'm afraid you'd come back with a bigger one, or worse two." Rose said rubbing her temple in frustration.
"I'm not a hy..." Evan began to interject before Rose angrily cut him off.
"Zane can you get some clothes on this one. Preferable magic up his work attire, the rest of you get on the T-Wing, we'll debrief in the air."
As Evan's clothes were teleported onto him much to his disdain, Rose climbed into the pilot's seat of the former Tamaranian craft and engaged the customized VTOL engines. Testing the weight of his shield on his arm, Evander pulled at the crotch of his pants as he adjusted his outfit for comfort, straightening his bracers and pulling the zipper on his sleeveless hoodie down just to the mid of his pectorals. Ruffling his hair up Evan was the last to climb aboard the T-Wing as he searched for a seat. It looked like the two loners, Sentinel and Simone both had an empty seat beside them while everyone else had squeezed in together on the two opposing benches. Scanning around for Ariel once more, Evan relented to sitting beside Simone upon seeing Ariel was in fact seated between two of their other teammates. Feeling the craft jerk forward, Evan's hands dung into the seat, metal and leather bending in his firm grip as the T-Wing left the tower behind. He hated mechanical flight, not being one for machines in general he wasn't a fan of leaving his life in the hands of one either. If Rose would allow it, Evan would have much rather rode into battle on Bellaphron.
From the cockpit, Rose engaged the auto pilot as she turned to face the team. A holographic display appearing between her and the ten Titans that displayed a blue skinned alien. His red eyes seemed to stare back at the team as though the image was actually sentient.
"Team this is Lobo, an intergalactic bounty hunter. Watchtower sense spotted Lobo entering Earth's atmosphere an hour ago and traced his trajectory to San Francisco making him our problem for the time being. It's likely he's after someone, but we don't really know who. All we know is every time Lobo comes to town, innocent lives are put at risk and we need to ensure he doesn't kill anymore." Turning back to the controls, Rose over turned the autopilot and revved the engines.
"Updated trajectory puts him in Chinatown. We'll be there in five mintues." She said as Evan turned his attention towards Simone.
"So, you 'hang out' on the balcony every morning?" He asked with a smile.
The unmistakble rumbling of Lobo's Spacehog echoed through the streets of Chinatown as the Main Man descended upon a restaurant named the Golden Dragon. Jumping from his back, the Czarian pulled what could only be described as the equivalent of a shotgun from the back of his belt as he kicked the doors of the restaurant open.
"Alright you little snot colour punks, get out of your flesh suits and come out with your hands up. Especially you Hob, quick like, the Main Man don't like to be kept waiting!" He yelled as patrons screamed and ducked under the table while one of the waiters turned towards the bounty hunter. His arm shooting forth as it exploded into a cannon and fired at the big blue bruiser.
"The Main Man gets to have some fun now. Alright you bastiches! You asked for it!" He yelled firing off his gun as the waiter was thrown across the room, his legs tore clean off in a shower of sparks as the Krolotean inside ejected among more screams from the humors stuck under the tables. Suddenly Lobo was struck with a large blast of energy as a Krolotean with a robotic arm emerged from the kitchen of the restaurant. A suit of mechanical armor began to form around him as the barely four foot tall alien was brought up to the a height of six feet.
"Cheap shot Hob, the Main Man don't like being sucker punched." Lobo growled standing up as the alien produced a large gatling gun from beneath the counter.
"HOW ABOUT PERFORATED!" Hob retorted as the sound of the T-Wing decending outside grab both alien's attention.
"Titans Together!" Rose yelled to the team as the autopilot brought the ship down. "Amazon, Pistolera, Thermo and Whirlpool get the one in the mech suit." Rose ordered before turning towards the others. "Sentinal, Accelerate, Microbat and Sandstorm get Lobo. Magi and Cell provide support to both groups, help where you can and get hits in when you can." Rose added pulling her mask down and unsheashing the hilts of her swords as their blades ignited in a beam of hardened light.
Nodding at his orders, Amazon gave a smug shrug to Pistolera as he leaped into action raising his shield to block Hob's shots from the rest of Alpha team.
"So anyone else really want Chinese right now?" | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,619 | 1,361 | 11 | 793 | 1,516 | Keep your hands off me, Pretty Boy, or I'm going to rip your arms off and beat you to death with 'em. Isaac threatened in a guttural voice. The only reason Sentinel hadn't snapped that idiot's neck was because of the pheromones he secreted thanks to the genes he received from his mother. "Go back to masturbating to your own reflection." Who did that guy think he was, anyway? Like he could spar with a Kryptonian and live to tell the tale. Unless he was talking in innuendos again, like the little phallic-obsessed freak he is. Stupid pheromones. Sentinel isn't even gay. At least he'd be fighting soon and he could get his mind off his earlier incident. Sentinel turned as he heard Evan's name called by Miss Wilson. Their fearless leader chided Wonder Boy for his lack of clothing and decency. The last week seemed to have itself on repeat, with the same conversations seeming to happen over and over. Most of those conversations didn't involve Sentinel; not that being ignored bothered Isaac. He hated people. He hated talking. He hated the world. There were very few things in the world that Isaac Grant didn't despise.
One of those things was flying.
When the team entered the T-Wing, Sentinel made sure to find a seat next to a window, where he'd be alone. Alone with the blue sky and the clouds. He looked out the window and watched as they began to rise into the air. The T-Wing flew out of the hangar, and soon the magnificent ocean appeared below them as they rushed towards San Francisco. Isaac made sure to keep his face emotionless and cold. He didn't want anyone to know he could feel joy. That he had a weakness. He tried to play it off that he was starring out the window because he despised to look at the faces of his teammates. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. Sentinel didn't care. What they thought of him didn't matter. They...They were just people. The closest things he had to friends and family were still just people. And people didn't care. That's what life had always taught Isaac.
No one cares.
Sentinel turned away from the water as he felt the slight shift in the plane's flight trajectory. Rose had activated the auto-pilot, he'd wager. Isaac turned and watched as Ravager exited the cockpit and stood in the isle to brief them. When the hologram of Lobo appeared and Rose began to describe the mission objective and parameters, Sentinel's eyes locked with the alien's. He looked so real. Just like how Superman described him. A scowl formed on Sentinel's face as he looked at that ugly beast. Rose had said he was suppose to be strong. But he didn't look very strong. He looked like everyone else: Weak. Flawed. Maybe Lobo wouldn't be the one. Sentinel's scowl turned into a snarl. Of course Lobo wasn't the one. That'd be too easy! No, the universe has to make everything difficult. The universe has to draw everything out and make Sentinel suffer even longer. Fine, whatever. It didn't matter. Time wasn't of the essence. The only thing Sentinel had was time.
At least Lobo would make a decent punching bag.
When the hologram dispersed Sentinel turned back to the window. San Francisco appeared below them. They would be to Chinatown soon, it seemed. Isaac wouldn't have much longer to enjoy the peace of the air. If only he could fly on his own, like he was suppose to, this wouldn't be a problem. He'd have all the time in the world to enjoy the sky. He could fly as high and as far as he wanted. But for now he was trapped here. On the ground.
When the T-Wing began to slow down and descend, Sentinel released his restraints and stood. He marched toward the exit ramp, right behind Rose. She shouted their battle cry, and explained the plan of engagement. Sentinel wondered for a brief moment what Rose would be doing during this fight. That thought left Isaac's mind quickly when he locked his sights on Lobo. Finally, something he could hit! A small smile crept onto his otherwise angry face as his feet touched the floor. "Accelerate! Aim for the backs of his knees; hit him hard and hit him fast. Sandstorm, try to blind him! Microbat, disarm him and keep the civilians safe." Sentinel yelled out before he looked towards Lobo.
"LOBO!"
The bounty hunter turned, his attention on the child who called his name.
"Look into my eyes. Their the last thing you'll ever see! DIE!" Sentinel shot forward at the speed of a bullet, firing off his heat vision full bore at the intergalactic bounty hunter. Nanoseconds after the beams connected, Sentinel slammed into Lobo and unleashed a torrent of punches to his face and chest. He let loose a bestial scream as he pounded on Lobo with the same force he used to make Superman bleed. Hopefully, Isaac's team stayed out of his way. Bloodlust consumed the Kryptonian, and there was little he could do to stop himself at that moment. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,620 | 1,361 | 12 | 1,015 | 2,826 | Rufus had scoffed at the berating of Wonderboy by Ravager. He thought of the Demigod to be unprofessional, not just because he was naked, but his entire demeanor screamed 'I try hard to make it seem like I don't care' to Rufus. The Speedster stayed behind when the rest got into the T-Wing, looking at Rose before they departed. "Ma'm, we're going against Lobo, and I'mma need full power, so I'll meet you at the location." Rufus told Rose, whom agree'd and told him to be on his way, calling it a race. Rufus scoffed at the idea.
No machine could keep up.
Running approximately 6,7 miles away from the location where the T-wing would land, Rufus prepared. He had pushed himself while running to generate as much power as possible. Using the communication links he had heard what Rose's orders were, he was to take on Lobo with Bravo Team. Patching into the cameras on the outside of the T-Wing Accelerate got a clear image of the intergalactic bounty hunter. He arrived at his destination, a hill where he would have a clear path down to Chinatown. It was perfect, and the exact distance he needed to hit max speed.
"Roger. Kryptokid, I'm going to need you to hold him real still. It's hard to turn at mach 2." Rufus said, feeling the tingling in every inch of his body as the black and yellow sparks danced on the outskirts of the skintight suit. Taking a breath he felt the energy surge inside of him. "Right. Let's go." He said to himself, feeling as his legs pushed off the ground and the world slow down around him. Speeding down the street he could see people in ultrarapid, passing a hummingbird that seemed to stand still, dashing through San Francisco he saw a stroller slide down the street into ongoing traffic, him stopping it safely by giving it a appropriate push in the other direction.
As he reached mach 2, he felt how the rules of physics became more like suggestions, he no longer felt as if he had any weight on him, like he could just as well have been flying. The supersonic boom created from him breaking the sound barrier turned on every car alarm in a four block radius. With 2 miles left he had to get ready. Withing a blink of anyone else's eye he found himself upon China town, his calculations had been precise, Lobo was facing away from where Rufus would be hitting him from. The lasers from the very ticked off Kryptonian keeping him occupied.
Rufus came up behind Lobo like a shade, skidding to a halt, channeling the kinetic energy from breaking his speed into his leg, he delivered a devastating kick to the back of the main man's knee, leaving a opening for the Kryptonian to hit him. After his foot had hit Lobo's leg, Accelerate skidded backwards from the recoil, his powers mitigating the damage the recoil did into momentum that gained some distance between the speedster and the by now, pissed off intergalactic bounty hunter. | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,621 | 1,361 | 13 | 530 | 302 | We gon' fight a big foe, huh? Rhea remarked, sitting passively on one of the benches. Her eyes were closed in contemplation, her thoughts wandering over to the kryptonian's outburst against the Amazon. For one, he shrilled higher than a teapot and, for another, as the song goes: 'when the water's boiling, hear me shout...'. Well, there we go: Teapot. While they dared to call themselves 'Teen Titans', more or less, each of them knows that they were far from the idea of being friends. Heck, Rhea doubted they were even acquaintances! Aside from the usual grunts and nods as greetings as they passed each other in the hallways, they, as a single cohesive unit, never shared a conversation longer than it took Teapot to hold his temper. If there's one solid thing about them, who only knew each other for a few weeks or so, it was the fact that they were not friends.
The remainder of the team had already gotten aboard the vessel and Rhea wasted no time in staring at them. Now, Pistolera was a tough gal to boot. First impressions sometimes define a lot of things and when Rhea's eyes glided over to the vixen who smoked better than a belching ten-wheeler truck, she knew that Smoker was the archetype of 'fuck with me and you're fucked' kind of persona. Her glares were daggers and her visage drove chills down Rhea's spine. Well, it could only be the smoke... Still, her lungs might be as mutilated as a cuttlefish for dinner and while Rhea would be more than happy to help heal that organ by regenerating her cells, the healer's lack of training might cause disastrous results. The next one to come to her attention was Majay... or Magi... Rhea does not know how to pronounce his name. He was a peculiar lad but they never really talked much aside from nods and hums. Well, for old time's sake and for convenience, she'd probably call him Hatman; yep, that is easier. The next one to arrive was Thermo, but, screw that, she'd call him Thermos since he was both hot and cold from time to time-- much like Rhea's love life. Finally, the tardiest titan alive had arrived... Whirlpool. Personally, Rhea had no qualms with her. She might be as arrogant as a beaver with a dam but she knew how to 'feel' the emotions of others. Still, Whirlie really needs to get her alarm clock in check.
Rhea's thoughts were interrupted as a hologram of their target was shown. Okay, for someone who was deemed as a 'big criminal and threat', he wasn't all that intimidating. But, hey, perhaps she has just gotten use to Batty's appearance that anything weird was already normal. "Just 'cus somethin's big don't mean dat dey ar' effective." her lips echoed out the words as her eyes shot a glance at Mini-Package. Much to Rhea's disappointment, her eyes lingered on him longer than she would have wanted it to. But, then again, it was probably normal for her to succumb to such fascinations with his death.
That was a big mistake. Instantly, the depression took its place as Rhea's eyes dropped to the floor, her fingers fiddling with each other as if reliving the moments were his life slipped through her hands. "Funny."
---
Finally, they had arrived! It was about time because Rhea was near to tears with the onslaught of her shadows. Their commander, Rose, needn't give Rhea her orders because it was pretty much the same every-freaking-time. As the others began to dash out of the vessel and play, Rhea nimbly dropped to the floor with a sigh as her eyes began scanning for any civilians. "I be takin' care of dis civilians. I'll be leadin' dem out." she stated her resolve to her 'partner-in-support', Zane, and made a dash to the remaining individuals. As the restaurant was reduced to a laser circus, Rhea did her best to cater to the needs of civilians who were paralysed with fear and shock. With their heads down, Rhea and the line of civilians rushed towards the exit-- which wasn't hard to find since there was literally a blasted hole in the wall. However, due to the ongoing orchestra of bloodlust and violence, a child was injured with flying debris, falling to the ground pathetically as Rhea held the child in her arms. The child was bawling his eyes out, snot dribbling voraciously from his snout. In other scenarios, Rhea would have just thrown the child outside but on this occasion... well, she didn't want another stroke up on her chalkboard. The boy screamed his lungs out as Rhea took the child in her slender arms, her pale fingers softly floated upon the child's swollen lips and pressed gently on them to silence his shouts.
"Shh, shh." Rhea caressed the child's cheek, noticing that there was a nasty wound on the boy's leg. "You trust lil'o me, aight?" she gently smiled, placing her lips on the child's forehead whilst her fingers did away with the sullen tears of the injured lad. After a few minutes, the leg had been healed without the child noticing. "Go, run, lad." Rhea ushered the child out to his parents before returning to the concerto. She noticed Teapot delivering commands, noting how enraged he was. "Boys." Rhea sighed with much exasperation. "I'd rather dat dis concerto be finis' soon. No blood, please." Rhea mumbled to herself, observing the fight whilst fighting to ignore the trail of blood that had stained her robe due to the child's injury. Her eyes observed Teapot battling Lobo to the death, noticing how good he had chained his attacks that left little opportunity for the hunter to counter. As if that wasn't enough, Tulip had reappeared behind Lobo, sending a shattering kick that had a recoil to boot. This place was not going to last any longer with these brutes and their sky-high testosterone eating the place away. "There be no civies 'ere. Go wild." Rhea smirked as she stepped to the sidelines, ready to assist whenever.
If victory in this fight is not assured, one thing was: this restaurant ain't going to be standing. Oh, and they won't be able to get a chinese go-to box. So much for that idea. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,622 | 1,361 | 14 | 1,617 | 689 | Zane blushed out of embarrassment. Amazon always did this, he was like a gaint sun and we always get caught in his rays.
When they reached the hanger, Rose saw Amazon she was not happy. When she asked Zane to put some clothes on him he was caught off guard. "Ok....I'll do that. Etius repus Snozama." He said with uncertainty. But the spell worked and Wonder boy was fully clothed in seconds. That alll boarded the ship and strapped in. He sat next to Rhea and looked around, all his teammates sat in their sears and he could feel the anticipation coming off in waves from them.
When Roose brouht up Lobo, Zane felt like a kid in a candy store. He was a little scared, but excited none the less. She had put him on tuff fee support team, Zane didn't have a problem with that, he would probably get hurt anyways.
"Okay, I'll help with the fight, you need anything just call." He said to Rhea. Zane turned to the right and saw that alpha team had a grip on Lobo so he turned to the mech suite.
"You are really ugly you know that." Zane said to the creature. It must have understood, because it turned to Zane and charged. Zane saw a bowel of noodles on the floor and had an idea. "Sniahc" he pointed his wand at the noodles, and the turned into floating chains, he then pointed at the alien and they wrapped around him. "That should do it, now attack before he gets out of those." He said to beta team. | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,623 | 1,361 | 15 | 307 | 2,322 | I'm second onto the T-Wing, just after Rose. A real pair of good little child soldier's, us. Not sure how I feel about Ravager, something about her puts me off. Maybe it's that eye. She's only got one, and yet I still get the stinking suspicions that she knows too much, see's too much, more than she lets on. Maybe she get's that from her daddy, Deathstroke. I hear he's a big shot assassin. Given the League a run for their money a time or two. A real stone cold killer. Pfft, like I care. My daddy's better.
I grab my HK416 assault rifle, stored at the back of the jet on Rose's recommendation, figuring that I'm going to need the fire power before the day is over. I take it to my seat and start cleaning and inspecting. No point going into a fight with a gun that can't shoot, now is there? I take a minute to fix the grenade launcher under the HK's barrel. After all, we can't all punch like Superboy. Or Sentinel, or whatever he's going by. Guy's sitting across from me, fuming at nothing in particular. That boy needs to get himself laid, get rid of some of that pent up energy. Even on a team of untrained liabilities like the Teen Titans he stands out as an untrained liability. I make a note to myself to keep well clear of him on the battlefield, cause somebody that uncontrolled is going to get someone less deserving killed. Getting killed isn't on my to do list.
My thoughts are interrupted by Evander, deciding to sit next to me. I thought the message was clear, cool kids sit at the back, the nerds fuck off to the front. Guess they don't teach you to read body language on Paradise Isle. He's wearing clothes now, though no less dreamy for it. Christ, did I just say dreamy? What is happening to me!?
I sigh heavily as he parks himself, hoping he gets the message that I don't want to talk. Hey, I can admire the way a guy looks, doesn't mean I have to engage him in conversation while doing it. I start looking out the window before he gets any funny ideas. Even then, I can't help but notice how his muscles lock and his skin goes white when the T-Wing hits turbulence. Someones scared of flying? Interesting. I'll remember that for later. Knowing Adonis' weaknesses might make working with him a shade more bearable, help me remember that under all the golden skin, chiseled abs and perfect bone structure, he's got his flaws too.
"So, you 'hang out' on the balcony every morning?" Eurgh. What a horn dog. Shame someone that handsome has so little game. Think he would be smoother than that, being raised on an island of women.
"You were more attractive when you were the strong, silent type, you know that?" I snark in reply.
Fortunately we've arrived at our destination, putting an end to our witty repartee. Turns out Lobo's not alone, as he's tearing up Chinatown with the help of some weird little green dude in a metal suit. Or maybe they're fighting each other, I can't tell. All I can say is their making a better job of smashing Chinatown than Godzilla ever did. . .If Godzilla ever came to Chinatown. . . Or was real.
Ravager started shouting orders, and I just thank my lucky stars that I'm not in Superboy's team. Especially when he starts screaming orders of his own. Yeah, that's smart, listen to the guy with the rage issues. How could that possibly go wrong?
Wonderboy makes himself useful, using his shield to block the mecha-aliens incoming shots. I pop out from behind him to return fire, though without much hope of doing any major damage. Alien death-suits rarely fall to simple automatic fire, as unfair as that is to someone like me. You gotta get creative.
Creative like Magi, creating chains outta noodles and tying them around our extraterrestrial visitor. Well, well, looks like one member of our team can think beyond such simple concepts as 'GURR, SMASH!' Colour me impressed.
Then again, SMASH does have a time and a place.
"What you waiting for lover boy," I whisper in Evan's ear, gesturing at the stricken alien "You're not going to get a better chance to impress me."
That said, I begin strafing round the room, laying the heat onto the target. Round after round I fire, doubting I'm even making a scratch. Time to change tactics. I load in a frag grenade, and send it out with all my love. It explodes with an ear shattering boom, especially in such a confined space. Lucky I'm wearing ear dampners, but something tells me Bat-boy's not going to be thanking me. Oh well, one team mates loss of hearing should be worth the loss of one insane alien.
Or it would have been, if when the smoke cleared the insane alien wasn't still standing. A little scorched and dinged maybe, but still standing. His mad little eyes fix on me, and you can just tell that what comes next isn't going to be good.
"FRAG KA SKAGVEYT KEEZY FEM!" Crap.
He stops screaming for a second, and it looks like he hits a few buttons inside his suit. Theirs a series of whirring and clicking, and next thing I know I'm staring down the barrel of a shoulder mounted cannon that's folded out of his suit. I glance wearily at my rifle, realizing I'm hopelessly outgunned here. Crap again.
Light begins to shine out the barrel of the cannon, and you don't need to be a genius to know what comes next. I turn and start running, diving behind the restaurants counter. Just in time too, because next thing I know chuckles in the death suit starts firing. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,624 | 1,361 | 16 | 1,676 | 1,195 | Titans Together! Eric heard Ravager cry as they emptied out of the T-Wing like roaches under a light. She designated "Amazon, Pistolera, Thermo, and" the lovely "Whirlpool" against the Mech wielder while "Sentinel, Accelerate," himself, "and Sandstorm", which he imagined to be a less cooperative bunch, were responsible for smiting the main man himself, Lobo.
"So, anyone else really want chinese right now?"
Of course I want Chinese, what kind of a stupid question is that? he scoffed inwardly, half-joking, before focusing on subduing Lobo.. on second thought, he took a pass. Deviating from the plan slightly, he broke away from the pack to jolt to a secondary exit, charging in low flight into a heavy metal door so forcefully he broke it free from his hinges and could hold it like a shield. It would never hold against Lobo, maybe Sentinel could, but Eric was sure that he couldn't.
However, his vandalism had its desired effect. The sprinkler system went off, and the fire alarm, screaming throughout the entire building, the entire building as he was sure it would continually. This gave him an instant sonogram outline of the entire building, comprehensive and constantly updating. There was an explosion of overlapping and cascading sound waves, like the domino effect taking hold of a mine field. In half of a second though, Eric's brain had sorted through the chaos and transcribed it into a scratchy quasi-visual jigsaw puzzle.
Sentinel's instructions were to remove the civilians, but it had already been handled. Sentinel seemed almost hungry for power, starved, maybe tired of being under someone elses thumb? He had a fraction of the powers of Superman, maybe it meant he just wanted to be in control for once and was taking his angst out on Lobo. Been there, done that. But it was time to bring that to an end. If Sandstorm's job was to blind, Eric would keep Sentinel's hands clean from Lobo's blood, even if it meant blowing both their ear drums out.
"Sentinel, get back," he screamed before throwing the steel door as hard as he could at Lobo.
"Skreeeeeeee!"
Spreading his lips wide apart, Eric drew in a breath before casting an ear shattering squeal aimed directly at Lobo. There was no doubt Sentinel could dodge if he wasn't overcame by an urge to beat the enemy into a stain on the ground. | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,625 | 1,361 | 17 | 2,323 | 262 | That's what I'm talking about! Ariel pumped her fist in over-exaggerated excitement at Ravager's mention of Lobo. "Finally someone who can compete with my intensity." She looked at the rest of her teammates with the figurative mask of a facial expression that she always put on in times of anxiety to try to convey that she was dauntless. No one paid her much attention, which both annoyed her and made her determined to show the rest of the Titans how much better than them she believed she was. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the seat for the remainder of the flight, envisioning what she planned to do come game time.
--
The ship began its descent to the ground near the heart of the action, where Lobo and an alien in a mechanical suit were brawling in some restaurant. Rose shouted out the incredibly lame battle cry before assigning the team their responsibilities. "Amazon, Pistolera, Thermo and Whirlpool get the one in the mech suit." She continued with giving the rest of the team the go-ahead to attack Lobo or just support, but she tuned her out in a fit of disappointment. "Are you kidding me? This is just too damn easy," Whirlpool rolled her eyes, both angry but secretly relieved she wasn't part of the Alpha team.
Zane, ever the opportunist, was the one who kicked off the "fight". One of his spells utilized the noodles to hinder and immobilize the alien. Pistolera fired at the creature before the creepy little thing responded by firing his own weapon at her. Time to prove myself, she thought before concentrating on all the liquids in the shop, hoping to quickly intervene. Aren't the Chinese famous for tea or something? She hoped there was something hot, because at that second all the liquids in the restaurant burst into the scene, coming from all around the place.
The various drinks came together to form a small stunning wave that blasted into the alien, stopping him from possibly injuring Pistolera with whatever crazy futuristic gun tbst he was firing. Hopefully his suit wasn't futuristic enough to be immune to some good old water damage in its circuits. Maybe that was just in the movies, but she really hoped her attack did more than just protect a teammate.
She glanced around to see what the rest of her teammates were doing. It wasn't smart in the midst of a battle but she'd bought herself the time. Sentinel was releasing what seemed to be the equivalent of an emo teenage boy's pent-up aggression on "The Main Man". Rufus and Eric were assisting. Rhea was tending civilians, hopefully they could somehow comprehend her accent. Then Ari saw Wonder Boy who was yet to make a move. "Hey Demi-boy, how about you do something besides admiring yourself?" | | NAME: |
Ariel "Ari" Williams
| ALIAS: |
Whirlpool
| ABILITIES: |
Hydrokinesis - can create, shape and manipulate water, create floods, manipulate tides, generate larger waves and whirlpools. Subsidiaries include hydrokinetic flight, the ability to walk on water, and the ability to purify unclean water.
She does not have to be close to a body of water to use her powers. She can pull water from the air, or from plants in the ground.
Water Solidification - the ability to control water molecules to construct weapons, walls, and other things.
Aquatic Respiration - the ability to breathe underwater.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Ari has difficulty manipulating larger bodies of water(large ponds, lakes, oceans) and is extremely exhausted after doing so.
- Ari has to take a few minutes to transition from breathing air to water, and vice versa.
- Susceptible to electricity and her powers can be contradicted by a fire or ice manipulator if she's not smart
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ariel's stormy blue eyes matched the color of the hostile ocean waves thrashing against the hull of the cruise ship. She chewed her lip nervously. She was way too old to be dolphin watching, particularly when it would be rare for an animal to surface in such poor conditions. The only way she would see one is if the sea was calm. "Oh, what the hell, this is my domain anyways," she bragged nonchalantly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the water around her, imagined it calming. A tugging sensation in her gut told her that the action was a success, she opened her eyes to gentle waves bouncing off the hull.
There were surprised murmurs and a few tried to start a clapping ovation for the sudden change of tide. Some shirtless guy nearby tried to crack some bad joke that Ari could barely hear thanks to his drunk mumbling but the girl accompanying him giggled.
"They're all idiots," Ari sighed and rubbed her temples before going back to sightseeing. She should be spending time with the extremely handsome — not to also mention stupidly rich — boy that is responsible for her being on the Carribean getaway. But he was screwing around on the lower levels, and there was nothing greater that Ari could do but observe and admire that beautiful ocean. Nothing, no matter how sexy, could distract her from the breathtaking view she was enjoying. She felt so at peace, encompassed by all this water.
It was only a couple more hours' time until the cruise was scheduled to dock back in Florida. Then all of this... paradise would be over. Then she would have to head back to San Francisco, where she lived. "San Fran isn't all that bad," she said to herself, seeing the outline of Florida in the distance.
| NOTES: |
- Arrogant, foul-mouthed and agitating but ironically sensitive
- 18 years old
- Aquatic animal geek, obsessed with dolphins and sharks. These obsessions show that she can be a kid at heart but are really the only times her arrogant demeanor will be broken. |
50,626 | 1,361 | 18 | 936 | 1,012 | The flight to Chinatown was excruciating, to say the least. Being forced to sit still when he was getting pre-fight adrenaline was not a very comfortable experience in Luke’s books. His knees rose up and down in a frenzy of excitement. The longer he stayed quiet, the more unbearable the wait became. He was desperate to talk to one of his teammates. Much to his chagrin, he was prevented from doing so by Rose Wilson, a.k.a. Ravager, who began briefing the Titans on the alien bounty hunter, Lobo. He knew of the guy and what he was capable of, and he was confident that the team could take him on (assuming that they worked together), but the confirmation that he was who they’d be facing only added to his jitters. As much as he was itching for a fight, Luke was only a street-level hero; while he had powers, there was no way that he could last against someone as powerful and unhinged as Lobo. He’ll be damned, but the hot-headed Sentinel seemed to be their only solid chance at beating the Czarnian.
The T-Wing touched down and Rose was quick to shout orders, assigning Sandstorm, Accelerate, Microbat and Sentinel with taking Lobo down, the latter inspiring a strange feeling of relief. Despite his often repulsive personality, the young Kryptonian was a good asset to the team, one that Luke was glad was on his side.
The Titans were quick to launch into action; Alpha Team starting to dispatch an almost amphibious-looking alien encased in a mech suit. Luke was impressed by Magi’s quick thinking, using a spell to transform noodles into chains to bind the extraterrestrial, allowing the rest of Alpha to launch quick attacks without worrying about defence. Rhea was quick to get innocents out, ridding the team of any chance of collateral damage. Simone, or Pistolera, the gun-slinging badass, unloaded round after round at her target, before discarding her namesakes in favour of a fragmentation grenade, the sound of the explosion deafening. However, the damage seemed to stop there, the smoke clearing to reveal an undamaged and angry alien. Before Alcarez could get hurt, Ariel the water-woman summoned as much liquid as she could, blasting the mech suit with it, the fluid seeping into it and possibly damaging its circuits in the process. Now that was teamwork.
The same couldn’t be said for Luke’s group. Team Bravo was in a state of aggressive chaos, Sentinel shouting orders before charging into Lobo with a ferocity Luke had never seen before. “Accelerate, aim for the backs of his knees; hit him hard and hit him fast. Sandstorm, try to blind him! Microbat, disarm him and keep civilians safe.”
Accelerate seemed to like Sentinel’s idea, dashing out of the restaurant only to come right back, his blurry form barely visible as he hit the back of Lobo’s leg with a savage kick, lowering the Czarnian onto his knees. Microbat followed up, deviating from orders, triggering the fire alarm along with the sprinkler system, delivering an ear-shattering scream that blew Lobo away, sending him flying into a plethora of dining tables and chairs, the furniture splintering as he collided with it. Recovering from the blow, he was incensed, his pale face set in an expression of rage carved from stone. He did seem a little out of it, though; Eric’s sonic shriek was more effective than Luke anticipated.
Sandstorm took this as his chance. Sentinel wanted Lobo blinded? He will be. But why stop there?
Water ran down his back in rivulets, the sprinkler system’s spray never-ending. Curling his forefingers, he beckoned the sand out of its pouch, only to notice that it had clumped together into a brown mass, dampened by the water. It had somehow seeped into the pouch, turning the sand into mud. Dammit, Eric. Who the hell do you think I am, Mudstorm?
But it was no problem. As long as there was sand, there was hope, and Luke sent the mud flying into Lobo’s eyes, replicating it until it covered his entire body, no patch of skin visible, filling his mouth with the grainy texture of damp sand. He then willed it to harden, the mud solid as rock, restricting Lobo’s movement, at least for the time being.
“Accel! Bat! Sentinel! It’s up to you guys now. Work together. Don’t get carried away.” | | NAME: |
Bryce Rowan
| ALIAS: |
Wisp
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Ghost Physiology
-Flight
-Invisibility
-Intangibility
-Ectoplasm Manipulation
Recognized as a variable-state form of matter-energy. Its form can range from raw seething energy, a misty vapor, a viscous gelatin, a bundle of fine threads, a living membrane or a fine, fabric-like tissue, that can also be solidified and used for material purposes.
Currently he is only capable of using it its raw energy form molded in the shape of spheres, which he refers to as ghost lights. These spheres can be thrown or even held for melee purposes. When it comes into contact with something other than himself the energy violently releases itself from its spherical form.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
While although he has a ghost like physiology, Bryce is still human. So he can only take the same amount of physical abuse as any other normal human his size. He is still subject to disease and the like. His flight speed tops out at roughly 30 miles per hour. Although Bryce's skill with his intangibility is quite good, he still gets scared of passing through incredibly thick walls and such, he is always afraid that his ability would just turn off and he would die as part of a wall. Although intangible he has difficulty slipping through energy based attacks with his ability, his other weakness is magic, of the spiritual kind, can have great effect on him. His intangibility is limited to only himself but he can share his invisibility with anything or one he touches. The most being three other people, and no one thing bigger than a small car. The energy orbs which he creates can be thrown just as far as he would be able throw a baseball. They can however have their courses just slightly altered after being thrown. He is unaware if he can fly in space or not.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The alleys of Wisp's home city, littered with their fire escapes, the windows some lit and others extinguished, all the refuse scattered throughout, they really lent to the illusion of what the name, a concrete jungle, could allude too. Like every jungle it had its predators, which also meant it had its prey. This night Wisp was unfortunate enough to be the prey. He darted through these alleys, dodging the continued attempts to subdue him by his hostile follower. A small drone roughly the size of a dog, chased his every move as it pursued its prey. Armed with some sort of advanced targeting systems, and two active fully automatic rifles. Bullets whizzed past him at every turn, but Wisp wasn't afraid of bullets, he simply allowed them to pass straight through him as he flew. Being like a ghost it was really as simple as that. What wasn't okay though was the problems that could ensue if this drone actually managed to capture him.
The game of follow the leader was beginning to get old. 'Okay fun is over, Maybe I can lose him and finish this if I get a bit more fancy with my flight.' Bryce stared at the walls that directed the path he flew, although he thought going intangible was simple, it frightened him to pass through objects more than a few feet at most and even then it made him uneasy. Yes the ghost boy was afraid to go through walls, and he'd admit it. Bryce never denied things about himself, he accepted who he was and he was a happier person for it in the end. Sometimes though, the good plans weren't the most ideal. He made his choice and made a sharp left into the wall of what he hoped was an abandoned apartment building, it sure looked like one anyways. For a moment he thought he had actually escaped pursuit, but of course it couldnt be that simple, he really preferred simple. Caught a bit off guard the wall suddenly exploded inwards, shards of rock and some shrapnel of metal launched themselves toward Wisp. He activated his intangibility as soon as he could react to the deafening boom but he still got caught in a few places before he was untouchable once more. He caught a glimpse of some sort of explosives launcher before it disappeared back into the drone, because they just absolutely had to have grenade launchers. Before he was given another moment to breathe, the machine guns were swapped out with two odd looking guns with thin flat rectangular shaped barrels. 'Those dont look like fun toys' as he spoke he could see them begin to glow a blue color. He didnt stick around to see what happened next because he dropped himself through the floor and began to run and leaped into the air and began flying. He glanced back and saw the blue lasers blast through the floor and the drone begin to follow him again.
Now Wisp had lasers to dodge, bad news was he couldn't pass through a laser seeing as it was energy based weaponry. The good news though and Bryce firmly believed that there was always good news though is that he had finally thought of an idea to finish it all. His earlier comment of this being like follow the leader, came back to his head and it had given him his answer. Like his other comment before the best plans weren't always the most ideal plans there were. He took a deep breath, 'If I become part of this foundation I'm coming back to haunt' he took a sharp dive through the floor below him and continued to descend to the basement but did not stop there. He stiffened his concentration and passed though into the solid concrete and soil and looped his way around hoping the drone would be busy attempting to blast a hole to chase him through. As soon as he thought he wouldnt be noticed he popped out of the ground around the hallway from where he had originally dove into the ground. He brought his hands together and slowly pulled them apart and green energy began to well up between his hand growing bigger and bigger the further apart his hands became, until he had a basketball sized Ghost Light in his hands. As fast as he could he rounded the corner and launched his attack at the drone as the drone noticed him it changed targets and propelled straight for him. Luckily its flight AI was not as advanced as its targeting and it flew straight into the ghost light and there was a violent but small explosion of green. Wisp waited for the smoke to clear and walked over to check out the charred remains and saw a small engraved plaque. It said congrats you passed the test. 'Wait, who in the hell was testing him and why?!' Suddenly there was a white eruption of light and then he was out cold.
| NOTES: |
-Very open/accepting about himself
-Loves to help people and make people happy/smile
-Loves to have fun too, always tries to have fun doing whatever |
50,627 | 1,361 | 19 | 1,243 | 1,011 | The ride to their destination could have been much worse if JC didn't have his warm ice cream with him. Mostly everyone around him was quiet. They hadn't been together long, but you could tell that they were finding it difficult to become buddy buddy with each other. Everyone in their group had their flaws. He was no exception, but he didn't care much for that. He wasn't here to make friends or even be in a relationship. The closest thing he had was the inevitable attraction to Evander, but that had something to do with his power of attraction. Damn the gods for creating such a being. He tried to fight this attraction by either commenting on his little friend whether it be mentally or vocally. He also tried not to look at him to ease things. He looked around at his teammates on the T-Wing. They were an interesting bunch. He had to give them that.
Rufus had decided to run his way there instead of joining everyone in the ship. He probably would have done the same, but he felt it was a waste to use his ice to travel the distance. The guy had a sour attitude and was often seen as a perfectionist. Of course he'd want to make sure that he was fully prepared for whatever he was about to run into. Next was Sandstorm or the Sandman. The latter seemed more fitting. Not only did he manipulate sand, but his costume and faceless mask made it seem perfect for someone who would put people to sleep. He didn't know much about him though besides the possibility of him being from Australia due to his accent. He wasn't surprised he didn't know much about any of his teammates. He wasn't really the communicating type. At least not when it came to being friendly.
Next was the seclusive powerless member of the team. They were a bit alike. He could tell that right off the bat. If there was ever a campaign against the anti-smoking campaign she'd be the perfect smokesperson for it. She screams, "I smoke and I'm the most badass teen you'd ever meet." She probably wasn't all that wrong. He gave her and Rose the most acknowledgement just because of how confident they seemed when it came to being in the hero game without super powers. Of course Rose was a bit more enhanced than a normal human, but it didn't really mean much once you really thought about it. If she ever reached the level of her father she'd be more than a handful, but let's not get into father talk.
His eyes wandered over to Rhea now. She seemed small and the least fitting to be a hero. When it came to combat she didn't pose much of a threat. Her powers were more of the supportive type. At least from what he knew about her. So far he just knew that she could help people regenerate. Maybe there was more to it than he currently knew. Not like he'd go out of his way to find out. He especially wouldn't ask her about it and that was partially due to how broken her English was. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to understand her. Up next in the roster was Microbat or Man-Bat Jr. His powers were useful in combat and something he'd have to look out for if he was ever controlled by an enemy. The last thing he needed to be on the battlefield was disoriented. That could speed up his death.
JC now turned his attention to Zane. The resident Homo-Magus. He didn't know much about him except that he belonged to the famous Zatara family. Other than that he knew that his magic was something useful. Especially so if Sentinel the Teen of Angst ever lost control. He was next on his list to think about on this plane ride. They were somewhat alike. They both spent their early mornings on the roof of the Tower training. But he felt like was the kid in school who tried too hard to be angsty and edgy. He doubted that it was working though. He was sure that everyone could see through it.
Next on his list was Ariel or Whirlpool. Her real name fit her rather well considering her powers over water. It was almost like her parents planned it out that way. Either that or she changed her name. Her powers complimented his the most. He already thought of different strategies where they could combine their powers to benefit them in combat. He of course didn't talk to her about it though, but if she was smart she probably figured some ways out as well. To him she was the most attractive one on the team and she didn't need some weird power to make him feel that way either. Looking at you, Evander. His thoughts were interrupted by Rose getting up and showing them who they were going to face. Lobo, the Bounty Hunter. He was something that the League should face. Right now it seemed like they were lambs headed to the slaughter. Jeremiah knew that the teens wanted to be seen as independent and able to take care of things on their own, but the League couldn't really think they could handle this on their own, did they? It was almost like they didn't care about whether or not they fell in combat.
He could have mentally gone on and on about this, but they reached their destination and it was time to get his head in the game. He had finished his ice cream before getting off the ship and listened to Rose's orders. He was on Alpha Team and was responsible for handling the tiny gremlin thing in the mech suit. Team Beta was supposed to take care of Lobo. He felt like the priority names were switched in this case.
Instantly everyone went into action except for him. He was taking everything in. Evander provided the defense for Alpha Team while Pistolera was shooting and throwing frag grenades. He winced a bit when the latter was thrown. When he recovered he noticed that she was diving for cover. He decided to remain behind Evander to make sure he didn't end up getting blasted by a cannon while trying to figure out a course of action. He had just noticed that Zane had tied the mech suit in chains, but he knew that wouldn't hold for long and that the movement being halted wouldn't stop the firing of weapons. They needed something else to use the trigger happy alien mech suit.
It started raining from the fire sprinklers in the restaurant thanks to their bat friend. This could work. It could work. He turned his head to see the progress of the Beta Team. They were going for a rock-em sock-em approach with the added effects of lasers and screams. He also noticed that the civilians were gone which meant they could go all out now if they wanted to. He returned his attention back to his own situation. Whirlpool was conjuring up water and liquid from the entire restaurant and using it to douse their Gundam opponent. This was his chance. To secure the liquid still outside of the wiring he turned moved to the right side of Evander and opened his palm to blast the Krolotean with ice. He moved his hand to cover up most of the suit with ice making sure to leave the cockpit alone.
"Now. Amazon, hold yourself sturdy." His tone was more serious than just simply dry and cold this time. He quickly moved back to the back of Evander and jumped up off his shoulder while forming what appeared to be a staff of ice in his right hand. When he reached his target he jabbed the staff right into the cockpit hoping to fully end the scuffle there by trying to disrupt and destroy it from within. Now he just had to make sure to get out of the way in time or else his reign as a hero would end soon after it started. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,628 | 1,361 | 20 | 1,419 | 3,695 | As the little Kryptonian bore down on him Lobo laughed before being momentarily silenced by the scorching heat of Sentinel's heat vision. Feeling the wind leave his chest as fist after fist collided with it, Lobo took a few moments longer than usual to regain his composure before the towering alien wrapped a giant hand around Sentinel's head and pushed him to arm's length.
"The Main Man appreciates complications, however he isn't a babysitter." Lobo snarled before suddenly dropping to one knee as Accelerate delivered a blow to the back of the Czarnian's leg. With a snarl, Lobo tightened his grip on Sentinel and spun the Kryptonian around, releasing the boy and sending him flying into Accelerate.
"Strike!" He laughed before the door thrown by Microbat struck him from behind. "Hey! No cheap shots kid!" Lobo yelled before clasping his hands over his eyes as blood began to trickle from them as Microbat unleashed his sonic attack. Struggling to reach for his shotgun, Lobo found himself suddenly being coated in mud as he located the source of the attack moments too late to stop the shell of mud from hardening around him.
Meanwhile, Evan watched as each member of Alpha team sprung into action allowing him to block the fire from Hob's gatling gun, that however didn't seem to stop them from making their own remarks.
"Since when is providing cover not doing anything?" He yelled towards the girls before sliding his shield off his forearm and gripping the honed edge in his hand. "You want to see what I can do? Fine! Lets see what I can do." He roared as he began to spin himself like a discus thrower as he released the disc of Celestial bronze. The enchanted shield flew through the air before slicing through one of the mech's legs like a hot knife through butter. Changing course mid air, the shield spun back around to Amazon who caught it just in time to somersault forward and block both Whirlpool and Pistolera from the alien's retaliating shots. As soon as the weapon paused to reload, Evan stood up and spun around, releasing the shield again as it shaved the shoulder cannon from the suit before returning to his arm.
"Ha, how about dem apples!" He called as Thermo made his move, freezing the alien's suit solid.
"Good work Titans." Rose called to the group as Lobo remained incarcerated in the now hardened clay. Having further evacuated the surrounding area with the aid of the T-Wing, Rose had just only returned to the fray in time to see Sandstorm finish off Lobo while she turned her attention to the Krolotean who seemed to also be at the end of his rope. As Thermo delivered the coup de grace, Hob's suit was suit down as the little alien ejected from the exploding piece of hardware. Scrambling away from the Titans, the small green alien disappeared under the counter and before anyone could grab him was gone through a hidden hatch.
"Well damn, that sucks." Evan called having sat down at one of the last few tables standing and was now sampling the surviving buffet. "Food's pretty good here, hope it reopens." He added as he dragged a chicken ball through a puddle of sweet and sour sauce before shoving the entire thing in his mouth.
"Like really good." He managed to spit out between chews. As the team collectively shook their head at Evan, no one failed to notice the cracks rapidly spreading across Lobo's clay restraints and suddenly an energy blast from a shot gun plowed its way through the collective team. Thrown from his chair, Evan hit the ground as his shield slid away from him.
"The Main Man always completes his job, at least he did until you meddling brats got in my way." He yelled, reloading the shot gun and firing another blast. Splinters and shrapnel went everywhere as did the various Titans as the room seemed to explode with each subsequent shot. Rose was the first one to get back on her feet, her powers of precognition anticipating the next shot as he sword's energy blades came to life. Lobo side stepped Rose's strike as he chuckled before giving her a swat to the behind that send her tumbling.
"Missed sweet cheeks!" He called as he pointed the gun towards Rose.
"I never miss." Rose said with a smirk as the gun suddenly exploded in a flash of sparks as the front half of the barrel collapsed to the floor.
"Keezy fem." Lobo spat as he uncurled the chain from around his forearm and began to swing it through the air.
"TITANS TOGETHER!" Rose ordered as she pointed her blades towards Lobo. Retrieving his shield, Evan quickly hurled it across the room, taking the end off the chain as he rushed forward, two powerful steps allowing him to cross the room as he leapt into the air, catching the shield in time to land into front of Lob's downward strike.
"Well Kid Krypto?" Evan grunted as the floor boards exploding beneath him under the force of Lobo's blow. "What are you waiting for?" | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,629 | 1,361 | 21 | 1,015 | 2,826 | Rufus noticed how Lobo grabbed Sentinel by the head and chucked him towards him, always surprised by the durability of kryptonians, Rufus caught Sentinel by spinning around and grabbing him by the arm, using the momentum to place Sentinel safely on his feet. Rufus watched as the Mech suit shut down and opened up, keeping his eyes on Hob. But Lobo was the priority. He started firing shotgun shells at them after breaking out of the mud, which was to no surprise not particularly effective at holding down the bounty hunter. Dodging a few shells their leader, Ravager, disarmed Lobo. Accelerate smirked, Rose was one who always got things done, and he had to respect that.
Rose shouted their battlecry, Rufus watching as Pistolera was a few yards away from him. Tapping Sentinel on the shoulder. "Hit Lobo on my go." He told the Kryptonian, as the speedster dashed towards Pistolera, grabbing two of her grenades he dashed towards Lobo whom was now assaulting Amazon. He leapt into the air over Lobo, dropping the two grenades down right under his feet, the grenades exploding, causing a cloud of dust preventing Lobo from seeing much. Accelerate prayed to the stars that the Kryptonian atleast had his super senses so he could still see Lobo and get in a shot at him in the smoke cloud.
Accelerate himself continued out of the Restaurant. He had a pint sized alien with a lot of firepower to catch. | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,630 | 1,361 | 22 | 1,617 | 689 | Magi watched as wonder boy dismantled the mech suit. He was quiet impress by the boy. Although he was fun and games most of the time, when he really put his mind to it he could be a great person. But then as he sat down and ate the chicken, the image just shatters. Magi began to feel moist and then he remembered he was soaked to the bone because of the sprinklers. He hated getting his suites dirty and was a OCD freak about them staying clean."FFo Yrd." The spell dried him off immediate and he felt good and sane again. "I feel bad for the owner, I mean we could have at least ate first." Magi said as he looked around the destroyed restaurant.
Lobo caught us off guard when he attacked Rose and Amazon. Lobo began firing shots at the team and Magi and to think fast. "Dlief Ecrof." He made a circle shape with his wand and it created a force field that shielded him from the bullets. He didn't know who was behind him but he would give them comer anyways. When Lobo was disarmed by Rose and Amazon came in to defend her, he saw Accelerate with Sentinel and then in an instant he dashed off and dropped grenades by Lobo's feet. The dust that came after blocked Lobo's vision and Magi looked over to the Kryptonian.
"Now is your chance to go and get him." | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,631 | 1,361 | 23 | 307 | 2,322 | Alien rounds burst all around my head, the noise heavy in the air, restaurant shaking with every blast. Well isn't this a fine fix. I'm just asking myself 'what would dad do in a situation like this', when the decision is taking outta my hands. The rest of Alpha fly into the fight, dismantling the alien's suit in pretty short order. Bullets and grenades might not have scratched it, but hydro-jets, artic cold ice and a shild made out of some kind of God metal got the job done. Just another reminder of how outta my depth I am, a girl with a gun, is amongst a group of teen superheroes.
Thermo finishes the suit off, but before it blows its occupant flees the coop. I consider shooting him, an easy enough prospect, but decide against it. The team probably wouldn't approve my 'take no prisoners' approach. Besides, outta his death-suit the little guy is kinda cute, in a “world's ugliest puppy” kinda fashion. E.T makes good his escape.
The kids start milling around the restaurant, self congratulating. Adonis starts snacking on some left over Chinese. Great. Not only have we wrecked the place, but now we're stealing food. Sterling work Titan's. What's next, foil a grocery store robbery then steal the 'take a penny, leave a penny' dish?
Suddenly the flaws with a plan that doesn't leave all your enemies in bodybags makes themselves apparent. Lobo breaks out of his clay prison (Seriously, who thought dried mud would hold him? The guys tanked hits from freaking Superman!) and near instantly goes on a rampage, firing energy blasts at seeming random. Professionally speaking his aim is atrocious, though I don't stick in one spot. Even a terrible marksman can get lucky, and I doubt my armour will hold under his fire. Really makes me think I need to get a bigger gun, especially before my endgame plan.
Ravager get's in close, those knock-off lightsabers she carries slicing through the main man's gun. I make a note of where it falls, thinking I'll grab it before we go. Maybe I'll be able to reverse engineer something with a bit more kick. Wonderboy follows our leader in, letting Lobo wail away at his shield.
I barely have time to register Accelerate moving before he's grabbed two of my grenades and starts speeding off towards Lobo. Surprise quickly gives way to anger. Arrogant prick, who does he think he is? I have half a mind to shoot him, see if he can outrun a bullet. Needless to say, I don't think I'm Rufus' biggest fan. He's about the only member who takes things seriously, which makes him dangerous. Even more dangerous, now I've seen how fast he is in action. What if he ever decided to try that trick again, but instead of taking the whole grenade just made off with the pins, leaving me with two hot potatoes? I'm gonna need some anti-theft measures on my equipment, and make a contingency plan for whenever I might have to deal with the speedster.
There's dust in the air now, thick and cloying. With a push of a button my visor turns to a more suitable visual spectrum. Pulling out my twin pistols I aim for Lobo's eyes. Only thing is he's going pretty hard at Wonderboy, not giving me the clearest of shots. Sure, I could probably make it, but do I want to take the risk of accidentally missing and hitting Adonis in the back of the head. After all, I might damage his face, and his face is the highlight of this team!
Instead I charge in, leaping onto a table then vaulting high into the air. I pirouette mid lead, clearing Evan with ease and landing upon Lobo'd meaty shoulders. Not the steadiest of platforms, but my balance is pretty spectacular. The bounty hunter manages to grunt a confused "Ugh?" before I've wrapped one leg around his neck, the other of his shoulder. I allow myself to fall off, using the momentum from the tumble and my leg like an anchor point to swing round. Now I'm facing him, his big red eyes staring straight into mine, his hot, fetid breath on my face. Most other heroes would probably come up with a punchy-one liner right now, something to really rub salt in the wound. Me, not so much. I'm just not that witty.
Instead I grin then just shoot him in the eyes. Seems to get the message across.
I don't need to ask if it hurts, because he instantly starts screaming, roaring, spitting, bucking around like a bull that just got branded. I might be able to hang on, but I decide not to risk it. Letting my legs relax I push off from his chest, turning a somersault in the air to land gracefully back on my feet. I hear him call me a fragging bitch.
Makes me feel all warm inside. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,632 | 1,361 | 24 | 793 | 1,516 | There was a moment of confusion when Lobo wrapped his meaty fingers around Sentinel's face. He'd hit him with almost all of his strength, and yet he's not only still standing but he quips? QUIPS?! He'd dare make a joke when he's an arms length away from a Kryptonian? Sentinel slammed his fists into Lobo's forearm in a useless attempt to make him loosen his grip. Perhaps his heat vision would have been more effective; however, at this distance, he'd risk the beams back-lashing into his eyes. The last time that happened, Sentinel was blind for two days. Luckily help was on the way. The faint sound of feet hitting the ground at mach 1 from half a mile away met Isaac's ears. He smiled, continuing to struggle to keep Lobo's attention locked on him. If Isaac calculated correctly, Accelerate would be making contact in nearly a second. The sound of Accelerate's continuous boom carpet announced his arrival as he slammed into Lobo with a powerful kick. Ha! That ought'ta show the giant lug. He'll be going down any moment now!
...
What?
Sentinel felt his body whip around at incredible speeds and nearly connected with Accelerate. Luckily, Rufus was as fast as Lobo and managed to expertly maneuver the Kryptonian around and land Sentinel on his feet. "Thanks." He barely got out before he noticed a shift in the air. A glance to the left, and Isaac saw the air bending and whirling violently. Microbat had unleashed a sonic scream after he'd thrown a metal door at the bounty hunter. Sentinel slammed a foot into the floor and jumped out of the way at a thousand miles per hour. The sonic scream rushed past the Kryptonian and temporarily deafened Lobo. Isaac's emotions flared as blood seeped from Lobo's eyes. Wait, the bat managed to bleed Lobo, and yet Sentinel's fists made him laugh? WHAT? Does Microbat really hit harder than a freakin' Superman?
Maybe Lobo has a weakness to sonic attacks.
That's gotta be it. Right? I mean, weaknesses are common for powerhouses like a Czarian. Isaac shook it off as Sandstorm encased Lobo in hardened mud. The odd part was how Lobo didn't immediately break free and attack all of them. Since when could clay hold down somebody that can go toe to toe with the Justice League's best and brightest? Maybe Microbat hits harder than Sentinel thought.
The team began to celebrate. Alpha team managed to take down the mech, but it seemed they'd let the tiny defenseless alien escape. Good work there, guys. Really astounding job. Sentinel felt his heart heave within his chest. The fight was over. They'd won. For a second there, he thought that Lobo would have 'em all six feet und-
"AAAAAAAAHHH!"
An energy blast smacked directly into Isaac's back. Searing pain shot throughout Isaac's body was he was thrown through the buffet as well as the wall behind it, before smashing into a car parked nearby. Disorientated, Sentinel didn't notice the quickly expanding pressure within the car's engine.
BOOM!
Sentinel felt himself being thrown back into the restaurant by the explosion. Now, that was didn't hurt nearly as much as the alien shotgun blast he took to the back. He still felt it, though. Sentinel shook his head as darkness threatened to envelope his vision. No! Stay awake! The Titans need you. They can't take Lobo alone. He'll kill them all! Get up, Isaac! ON YOUR FEET.
Isaac forced himself to stand, one foot in front of the other. The shotgun ceased firing as Rose let loose their battlecry for a second time. Sentinel set his jaw and turned towards Lobo. Accelerate ran over to his side and said...something. He must have a plan. Isaac watched as the speedster retrieved two grenades from a pissed off Pistolera and proceeded to blind Lobo. Sentinel switched over to X-ray vision to get a clear view of Lobo. The bounty hunter was knocked off balance and distracted. Simone pulled off some fancy gymnastics and seemed to piss off the big guy even more.
Evan, Zane, and Rufus all seemed to have the same idea:
Sentinel should hit 'im now.
Isaac shot forward, and the sound barrier exploded. The Kryptonian cut through the air like a fighter jet as he accelerated to mach 2 in less than a blink of an eye. He hit full speed as his feet left the floor and he jumped towards the intergalactic bounty hunter. Isaac and the Czarian locked eyes."Round two, asshole!" Sentinel screamed as he put all of his momentum into a single punch. Fist connected with jaw as Lobo launched backwards and through the wall. Sentinel slowed down, but continued to give chase.
"I'm not through with you!"
Isaac caught up with Lobo after a second or two. He started to slam his fists into the freak's face as they continued to rush across San Francisco. Sentinel kept Lobo's momentum going by pounding him with his full-power punches. The pair of combatants crashed through an evacuated apartment building (Sentinel made sure there weren't any civilians inside. Isn't X-ray vision handy?) and kept going. Almost there...
Sentinel slammed his feet through the ground as he and Lobo crashed through a fence. They had arrived at a condemned hotel. He'd seen the building on the news a few days ago. Apparently there'd been an electrical fire and the fire department had arrived too late. Now it was scheduled for deconstruction. Perfect, because it wasn't the only thing in need of deconstruction.
"Finally alone." Sentinel breathed as Lobo stood to his feet. "Ya know, Superman once said something that I feel is pretty appropriate right about now. I feel like this world's made of cardboard. Guys like me and Supes? We have to hold back so we can make sure we don't break anything. Or anyone. But you can take it, can't you? I don't have to hold back without my team around; and you have no idea how good this is gonna make me feel."
Sentinel accelerated to mach 2 once again. He unleashed his heat vision, full bore, as he charged towards Lobo. Fists collided as Lobo and Sentinel tangled. The two went flying into the hotel, smashing through floors and roofs. Things were thrown. Explosions were caused. Sentinel made sure to make use of all of his powers: Speed, strength, heat vision and freeze breathe all working in tandem to take the big guy down. It wasn't going to be easy. Lobo would make Isaac bleed. He might even break a few bones. But Sentinel would be damned if he let that monster hurt anyone else. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,633 | 1,361 | 25 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Fraggin' bastiche! Lobo roared as Pistolera's rounds blinded his eyes and seared his sockets. It it wasn't for the sonic boom created by the Kryptonian launching at him, Lobo would of not had any warning further attack was coming. His vision was impaired, his hearing stilted and his nostrils overwhelmed with the smell of oily earth food. Laughing at each connecting attack from the Kryptonian, Lobo was taken for a ride as Sentinel seemingly carried him half way across Chinatown.
"I'm just here to complete a job boy!" Lobo snarled as he regained him composure, shaking dust, mortar and shrapnel from his shaggy mane as he tore the remainder of his clothes from his chest before going blow for blow with Sentinel.
"Give me the Krolo and I'll be on my way, I only care about the money, nothing else." He growled but it was apparent that Sentinel wasn't the bargaining type. Managing to put some distance between Sentinel and himself, Lobo wiped blood from his mouth as he laughed again before taunting Sentinel.
"Y'know, I'm the last of my kind." He began reaching into his boot to produce a jagged knife. "Yeah, that's right, Lobo the Main Man, the last Czarnian." Tossing the knife back and forth between his hands, Lobo took a step forward as the two power houses circled one another. "I blew the rest of them up for a science project." He continued with a hearty laugh. "Gave myself an 'A'." He finished as he lunged, slashing widely with the knife.
"Picked this little beauty up in the Rao system, carved it myself from a piece of debris I found there. Was hoping to use it on Big Blue himself but I suppose we'll see if it works on your first." He growled, hacking at Sentinel with one hand while using the other to ward off the Kryptonians own attacks. Suddenly a blast of heat vision sent Lobo flying as a green sphere appeared around his head. As Sentinel raised a hand to strike Lobo, he found it restrained by another as a familiar voice spoke to him.
"That's enough son." The mid west accent was as clear as the smell of freshly baked apple pie as the Man of Steel released Sentinel's hand and landed beside him. With his throat squeezed by the green sphere, Lobo soon passed out as Green Lantern levitated the unconscious body as the Justice League had finally arrived on the scene.
"We'll take it from here Titans." Came the gravely voice of the Batman as he exited the streamlined aircraft, elsewhere a streak of red and yellow was already cleaning up the city as Wonder Woman herself descended from the sky with the small green alien tucked under her arm, cursing every step of the way.
"You heard the League Titans, return to the T-Wing." Rose ordered, turning to see the Batman motioning towards her.
"A word Ravager." He ordered, the Dark Knight's tone made even Rose falter.
"If given the chance, Sentinel would have killed today. I realize the Titans don't adhere to the strict rules that the League follows but I do expect some standards to be non-negotiable. If you can't keep your team in check, then perhaps it's time to consider asking for help or releasing the position to someone else." He paused before turning away. "That said, two known criminals were captured here today in a situation that was well out of the qualifications of the team. Good work."
Evander found the ride home to be rather long. Perhaps it was the lack of talking, perhaps it was the ringing in his ears from being caught in a sonic boom, or perhaps it was the fake that they were bailed out by the Justice League before Kid Krypto bloodied his hands. The fact that he hated being in the belly of the mechanical monster so casually referred to as the T-Wing.
"Bellerophon bucks less than this heap of moving metal." He muttered beneath his breath to no one in particular as the T-Wing tucked down inside the hanger of the tower. With his feet on solid ground again, Evan hurriedly exited the aircraft, stripping his top off as soon as he entered the hanger. With his stomach growling, he made a beeline towards the elevator before changing his mind last minute and running up the stairs. Normally he would have taken the much faster and more direct elevator, however having had his fill of mechanical flight, Evan instead used his strength to quickly climb the numerous flights of stairs from the hanger to the main portion of the tower.
Opening the fridge, Evan pulled open the crisper and plucked out a pair of golden apples before reaching into the back and grabbing a glass bottle. Crunching down on the apple, Evan poured himself a glass of the sweet wine from the bottle as the elevator dinged indicator the arrival of some of his fellow Titans.
"Nothing like a cold glass of Visanto Gavala after a job well done, wouldn't you say Rose?" Evan said with a smile holding it out towards her. Reaching to her belt, Rose grabbed the hilt of one of her blades, a shot erupting from the knuckles as the glass shattering and Evan pulled his hand back, shaking the juice from it before sucking on the new burn on his thumb.
"What in the name of Hades, Rose?" Evan snapped as Rose returned the weapon to her belt.
"You call this a job well done?" Rose yelled. "Do all of you call this a job well done? We're lucky to have gotten the civilians out alive, we're lucky the League came by when they did otherwise we'd all be taking him down." She spat pointing towards Sentinel. "I know what it's like to have blood lust, to have a chip in your shoulder. Believe I've been there, I've tried to kill before. But you've got to get it under control, you weren't given those powers to become a murderer." Rose shook her head. "Look, when we're out there I need to be able to trust that we all have each other's backs and while you guys pulled off some great team work, we lost one alien and turned out backs on another who nearly got the better of us." She took a seat, pulling her mask off as she stared into the single eye socket. "There will come a time, I won't be your leader and someone else will have to fill that role, but for the time being everything you do, every punch you throw, every shot you take is on me. I need to know with absolutely certainty that you're not a team of loose cannons because we can't be leaving every mission in the state we left that restaurant." Rose paused before looking up at the whole team. "I want you all to hit the showers, take the night off. No training, no heroics, just hang out in the tower and be teens." Standing up she walked through the team as she entered the central elevator. "I'll be in my War Room if there's an emergency." She turned to push the button, watching as the doors began to close. "Oh and Evan, put a shirt on and get rid of that wine."
As the elevator departed, Evan turned to the cupboard and pulled out another glass, filling it with the wine as he dismissed Rose's words.
"So did anyone else hear 'throw a party' because I have an uncle who really knows how to get a joint rockin'."
The waters of the San Francisco Bay were cold and dark as Matvei Rodor's body sunk further and further until light was nothing but a distant memory and the life had all but left his body. The other inmates had tied rocks to his shoes to drag his body down so that would be forever forgotten, he himself had always preferred casting cement but given the circumstances and limited resources he respected their choices. Honestly it was strange that he found himself still thinking despite his throat being slit and he should have drowned some time ago. Perhaps this was purgatory, a dark nothingness he was doomed to dwell within until judgement came.
No judgement here, we will have this vessel now.
Another voice inside his head, Matvei looked around but yet nothing but black appeared before him.
Who are you? He thought to himself, still not entirely sure what was going on.
Your savior. We are life. The voice replied as Matvei moved a hand to his neck, the wound had been sealed, coated by a tar like substance.
Swim Matvei, swim Zuggernaut. The voice urged as Matvei reached down, releasing his feet and shooting upwards. His body felt stronger than it had ever, he felt younger but yet an insatiable hunger had begun in his belly and he could feel it slowly gnawing away at him, threatening to wholly consume him if he didn't eat soon. Emerging from beneath the murky depths, Matvei crawled onto the shore as he rolled onto his back and looked at himself in the pale light of the moon. A black substance was spreading itself over his body, coating him in an almost reptillian skin as he felt the hunger grow stronger.
"You there!" A voice called as Matvei turned to see a fisherman running towards him. "You okay son?" He called before pausing at the sight of the Matvei's orange jumpsuit. "N-no!" The fisherman stuttered turning to run as Matvei managed to stand.
Feed us. The voice cried as Matvei took a hesitantly step forward.
Feed us. The voice cried again, growing more insistant as Matvei began to walk.
FEED US! The voice screamed and Matvei moved into a run, the black skin taking over his body, he face pulled taunt as his body became gaunt, nothing but a husk of the man, Matvei once was. Tackling the fisherman to the ground, Matvei felt his strength increase as he pinned the struggling man. A pain exploded from his spine as a prehensile tail emerged from behind him and wrapped itself around the fisherman's neck and began to strangle the life out of him. Inhaling deeply, Matvei sighed in relief as the man's life force began to leave his body and enter into the convicted killer's.
Yes Zuggernaut, yes! The voice urged as Matvei's jaw extended, the fisherman letting out one last scream and then it was over. Wiping his jaw, Matvei's tail receeding back inside him as he stood, his chest heavy as his stomach growled.
More, we need more! The voice came again as Matvei turned his attention towards the San Francisco. Behind him, the fisherman's body struggled to stand, shambling forward as Matvei turned to look at the husk of what was once a man.
"Hungry." It managed to creak as Matvei turned to look back at the glowing city.
"Then we hunt." He hissed back as the two creatures began to limp forward. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,634 | 1,361 | 26 | 2,323 | 262 | It was altogether an embarrassing display of heroics from the Titans. Never in a million years did Ari expect that she would feel like such an insignificant dwarf. The Justice League made quick work of their foe and were obviously less than thrilled with the team's work. She was so disgusted with her teammates — and to a far lesser extent disgusted with her own performance, but mostly her teammates. She swore that Wonder Woman was shaking her head at her. "I got the 'disappointed elder' treatment from fucking Wonder Woman!" she said to herself through gritted teeth on the T-Wing ride back to base. She legitimately loathed the Amazon. There wasn't really anything personal in between them, Ariel believed the Leaguer carried herself with a particular arrogance that aggravated Whirlpool more than anything. Ari would love to test just how powerful the woman was.
The closer to home base the T-Wing got, the more Ariel got worked up about it. She had a personal hunch as to who the catalyst of their failure was. Sure, the Teen Titans as a whole showcased immaturity today, that was certain. But what they also showcased was a self-centered, out of control, selfish, psychopath Kryptonian who had no qualms with leaving collateral damage in the wake of his rampaging. The next time he made the team look like fools again there would be a problem, she didn't care how unevenly matched she might be with him. The T-Wing docked in the hangar and Ariel stormed to the front, making sure to be the first to exit. She walked towards the elevator with clenched fists, trying to calm herself down before a shirtless Evan dashed past her towards the stairs. He might've plowed her over in his effort had she not sidestepped. The sight of Evan calmed her down enough to put an end to her raging.
Shortly after the team was together in the main portion of the tower. Rose snapped when Wonder Boy tried toasting to their work. "We're lucky to have gotten the civilians out alive, we're lucky the League came by when they did otherwise we'd all be taking him down." Rose spat with a finger point at Sentinel. Ariel would've enjoyed that, at least if she was in a comfortable range of the Bay, than containing Kid Krypto would be no problem. Ravager was always good at inducing guilt, though, and Ari found herself pretending to be interested in her shoes for the majority of Rose's lecture. She wanted to interrupt and blame the others for their failure but she decided it wasn't a good time, and she couldn't look Rose in the eye.
Rose finished with telling them to pretty much chill and bond, which was a good call because that was exactly what they needed. Ariel was zoning out as Ravager departed in the elevator. Evan filled another wine glass and started talking about throwing a party. Finally calmed, she decided it was best to keep it that way if she was going to effectively follow Rose's orders. Ari speedwalked past Evan, swiping the glass away from him in a quick movement. She examined it before raising it to her lips and drinking half of the glass. "Thanks for the drink," she winked over her shoulder before walking away in a flirtatious matter. | | NAME: |
Ariel "Ari" Williams
| ALIAS: |
Whirlpool
| ABILITIES: |
Hydrokinesis - can create, shape and manipulate water, create floods, manipulate tides, generate larger waves and whirlpools. Subsidiaries include hydrokinetic flight, the ability to walk on water, and the ability to purify unclean water.
She does not have to be close to a body of water to use her powers. She can pull water from the air, or from plants in the ground.
Water Solidification - the ability to control water molecules to construct weapons, walls, and other things.
Aquatic Respiration - the ability to breathe underwater.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Ari has difficulty manipulating larger bodies of water(large ponds, lakes, oceans) and is extremely exhausted after doing so.
- Ari has to take a few minutes to transition from breathing air to water, and vice versa.
- Susceptible to electricity and her powers can be contradicted by a fire or ice manipulator if she's not smart
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ariel's stormy blue eyes matched the color of the hostile ocean waves thrashing against the hull of the cruise ship. She chewed her lip nervously. She was way too old to be dolphin watching, particularly when it would be rare for an animal to surface in such poor conditions. The only way she would see one is if the sea was calm. "Oh, what the hell, this is my domain anyways," she bragged nonchalantly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the water around her, imagined it calming. A tugging sensation in her gut told her that the action was a success, she opened her eyes to gentle waves bouncing off the hull.
There were surprised murmurs and a few tried to start a clapping ovation for the sudden change of tide. Some shirtless guy nearby tried to crack some bad joke that Ari could barely hear thanks to his drunk mumbling but the girl accompanying him giggled.
"They're all idiots," Ari sighed and rubbed her temples before going back to sightseeing. She should be spending time with the extremely handsome — not to also mention stupidly rich — boy that is responsible for her being on the Carribean getaway. But he was screwing around on the lower levels, and there was nothing greater that Ari could do but observe and admire that beautiful ocean. Nothing, no matter how sexy, could distract her from the breathtaking view she was enjoying. She felt so at peace, encompassed by all this water.
It was only a couple more hours' time until the cruise was scheduled to dock back in Florida. Then all of this... paradise would be over. Then she would have to head back to San Francisco, where she lived. "San Fran isn't all that bad," she said to herself, seeing the outline of Florida in the distance.
| NOTES: |
- Arrogant, foul-mouthed and agitating but ironically sensitive
- 18 years old
- Aquatic animal geek, obsessed with dolphins and sharks. These obsessions show that she can be a kid at heart but are really the only times her arrogant demeanor will be broken. |
50,635 | 1,361 | 27 | 793 | 1,516 | Lobo kept talking as Sentinel slammed and smashed him across kingdom come. He thought that Sentinel would accept any kind of deal? With the likes of Lobo? What a joke. No, if Isaac had his way Lobo wouldn't be walking away from this fight. The two powerhouses brawled. Fists collided with flesh and bone as the environment collapsed around them. The combined blows from the pair of enemies could be heard by all who were anywhere nearby. Despite the continuous barrage of attacks delivered by the young Kryptonian the Czarian refused to fall. The two came to a halt in the yard after smashing through a wall and falling five stories onto the dirt below. Lobo moved away from Isaac, who took the respite graciously and caught his breathe as the villain monologued. He mentioned being the last of his kind. How he'd killed everyone he'd ever known when he was only a child. This only proved to Sentinel that this monster deserved what was coming to him.
He shouldn't have killed all those people.
It's not Lobo's choice who gets to live or die. That kind of thing can't be decided by any individual or any agenda. Life was-
-Life was precious.
...
But not Lobo's. He deserved this. Didn't he?
The Czarian produced a knife that gave off an all too familiar glow. Sentinel began to feel panic rise up in his chest as Lobo blitzed forward and slashed him across the chest. The Kryptonite sliced through Sentinel's Kryptonian battle armor like butter. Feeling the knife slice across his chest was the worst pain Isaac had felt since he became a Kryptonian. Blood dripped from the wound as Isaac's skin struggled to heal due to the crippling radiation. Sentinel let loose a howl of pained rage as he tried to strike back. Lobo pared the blow with ease and took a stab at trying to cut Isaac again. The blade sliced deeper this time, leaving trace radiation within the wound itself. Isaac felt his knees grow weak underneath him. His attacks became more and more futile as Lobo continued his offense. Was this the end? Was Lobo stronger than Sentinel had anticipated? Darkness threatened to overcome Sentinel once more, as it had in the restaurant. The end seemed nigh as Sentinel fell to his knees and awaited the final strike.
Yet none came. Two beams of familiar energy slammed into the bounty hunter and sent him flying into an equally as familiar green construct. Sentinel leaped to his feet, raising an arm to join in the fight against Lobo despite his crippling weakness having struck him multiple times in the chest. Yet Isaac felt himself stopped by his mentor. That S, the second most recognizable symbol on planet earth was what greeted the weary warrior. "Kal, I-" Sentinel began. But Superman would have none of it. "That's enough, son." He said before Sentinel collapsed in his friend's arms. "I tried. He...He was stronger than me." But not strong enough, Isaac thought. "You did just fine Sentinel, but you still have much to learn." Green Lantern gave Superman a certain look. Sentinel understood it well. 'Fine?' Green Lantern implied. 'He tried to kill lobo. He wrecked an apartment building for crying out loud!'
"Can I go home, Superman?"
"Yeah. It's time to go home, Sentinel. I'll take you back to the T-Wing. You'll be at the tower in no time."
No, Sentinel thought. Not the tower. Home. To the Fortress, where he belonged. But alas. Martian Manhunter was not here to know Sentinel's true thoughts. Soon, Sentinel found himself side by side with the rest of the Teen Titans aboard the T-Wing. Isaac caught a glimpse of Batman as the plane took flight and they were surrounded by a deafening silence. The mission had been a failure. Two enemies nearly escaped and Sentinel had almost done the unthinkable. Or, perhaps, he'd nearly died. The team probably didn't know that. Heck, Batman probably didn't know. Only two of the Leaguers had been there to see the fight; and neither Clark or Jordan were known for talking about stuff like that.
At least the view was good. Nothing like flight to calm the nerves, eh? Sentinel took a deep breath as he stepped off the T-Wing's ramp and onto the cold floor. He walked with the rest of the team toward the elevator and rode up with them in silence. Evan seemed excited to be back and out of his shirt; no surprise there. Sentinel stepped into the kitchen and glanced at Ariel. The girl had a look of hatred in her eyes as the two made eye contact. Of course she did. Sentinel had ruined the mission in her mind. I mean, it isn't like he dragged Lobo as far from the team as possible to keep them safe or anything. And it isn't like he took on the bounty hunter one on one, nearly winning until the cheat pulled out Kryptonite. Oh no, it was ALL Isaac's fault to that arrogant, selfish little piece of-
Calm down. Don't hurt her. She's just scared, that's all. They were all scared.
Sentinel decided it was for his best interest to avoid eye contact. Rose entered the room, and Isaac steeled himself for the worst of it. No doubt, she had some choice words for her titans. He'd probably take the brunt of it, too. Sentinel rubbed his scarred chest and shifted his suit around to make himself more comfortable. He'd need to fix it before he used it for anything else. Which sucked, considering he only owned a single pair of jeans and a Superboy shirt to replace it.
Ravager indeed seemed to have plenty to say. She assaulted a defenseless glass of wine with her lightsaber before addressing the rest of the group. Yeah, Isaac did consider it a job well done. Especially when you consider that everyone but Sentinel was street level at best, yeah; they did pretty damn well. Better than any other team like them could have done. That wasn't what riled Sentinel though. No, it was her next set of comments that made this teapot shriek.
"-we're lucky the League came by when they did otherwise we'd all be taking him down." She spat pointing towards Sentinel. "I know what it's like to have blood lust, to have a chip in your shoulder. Believe I've been there, I've tried to kill before. But you've got to get it under control, you weren't given those powers to become a murderer."
"WHA-" Isaac felt his his cheeks catch fire. He started to figuratively choke on his own words as he held back an explosion of emotion. How DARE she presume they were anything alike. Her father was a world renowned assassin. She was trained from birth to be a murder and a thug. The kind of person Sentinel is looking to off. Yet she thinks she's better than Isaac. Even if she is, it wasn't her place to call him out in front of everyone. Like they needed the extra reason to hate him. And she wanted them to bond? They'd probably want to play 'hang the Sentinel' when Rose left! How's that for a party?! Make the Kryptonian failure a pinata! Beat him until he gushes candy! Yay! It isn't like Isaac has feeling anyway. It isn't like he cares what his teammates thinks. Or, by Rao, that he might just have wanted to keep the closest thing he has to friends safe.
Rose 'I'm better than you' Wilson left them all with the orders to relax. "I'll be in my room." He said quietly. "Gotta let these cuts heal." Sentinel turned away from the rest of his team and slowly made his way towards the stairs and up to his room. He ignored the antics of his teammates as he disappeared from sight. Moments later he found himself changing out of his ruined costume and into what was the entirety of his wardrobe of clothes. He stopped, taking a seat on the side of his (totally useless) bed and looking in the mirror.
"You're suppose to be Superman." He told himself. "Superman is a symbol of hope. Power. He fights for truth and justice. Everyone on the face of the planet looks up to him. He's all their favorite hero. The world loves him." Sentinel sighed, staring at that accursed S on his shirt. "And what are you? A symbol of anger and hate. Weakness. You fight to kill and murder. Your teammates are afraid of you. Threaten you. The world? The world ignores you. Like a bad joke." Sentinel looked down at his chest and grabbed a handful of his shirt, ripping the S off. "You don't deserve this." He mumbled, before opening his door and throwing the S down the stairs. He turned and looked out of the window at the sun as it disappeared behind San Francisco.
Not strong enough. Never strong enough. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,636 | 1,361 | 28 | 530 | 302 | It had all been a blur as the fight ensued with utmost ferocity. For the most part, Rhea had ducked underneath some rubble as Lobo sprayed and prayed throughout the restaurant, assuring them that chinese take-out was not in their to-do list. Furthermore, as the battle was taken to another location, Rhea had only a brief second to get out of her hiding place before the League showed up. Oh, how they always like to appear when things became bleak. As a support, Rhea withheld any comment as to how they all flunked. Pretty much, the only reason they weren't that much of failure was, at least, they helped in catching two criminals in one day. Still, they destroyed a restaurant, demolished a hotel and gave some people in chinatown a traumatic experience-- not really the best way to strengthen teamwork. Thus, the ride home was tense. Stares and glares were similar to swords and knives, each probably wanting to put the blame on someone. Well, it wasn't a mystery as to who everyone was blaming. It was Teapot-- Kid Krypto. As they arrived at the tower, Rhea couldn't help but close her eyes as Rose began to do her heartfelt lecture and while any normal person would say that Rhea was not responsible for anything since she barely even destroyed a single pebble, the healer felt as guilty as everyone else. If only she had been more proactive, things might not have gotten out of hand. If only she was useful, she could have helped stop the criminals before anything happened. If only she was actually a hero, maybe she could have made her team proud. In that brief battle, Rhea saw how much everyone dwarfed her. Everyone was useful in that battle, except her. These thoughts raced in Rhea's mind, prompting the healer to make a fist, crumpling her bloodstained robe.
As Rose continued her lecture, Rhea couldn't help but notice that she was aiming everything down at Teapot. The lad already had a hard time communicating with others and, yet, she just couldn't show a hint of appreciation? At least, Teapot had been useful in that clash. Still, Rhea kept her peace and preferred to just close her eyes and let the storm (Rose) pass. Once Rose vanished, Rhea sighed. "I dun know whether she done dat 'cus she be worried 'bout the damage we caused to da town or da damage we caused to her reputation." As Teapot left the room and Mini-Package and Whirlie began flirting, Rhea took her leave as she abruptly stood up. "Fer what it be worth, you've all done wonderful out der-- as a team and I think dat is da most important aspect of da Titans."
Rhea reached the kitchen, her hands trembling furiously as she remembered the sight of blood that had gushed out from the child's leg. Her breathing became erratic, pained and laboured-- she was venturing into another panic attack. Rhea took off her hood before turning on the facet at full force, splashing her face profusely with cool water until she felt that she could, at least, function normally. The memories of those dark nights began to jab at her psyche, threatening to torment her once more. Flashes of vivid horrors took drafted between her eyes as she slammed her fist upon the sink... not really doing anything other than getting her own hand bruised. Finally, she pulled herself together as the cold chill that ran through her spine vanished altogether. "Curse be da day I grew ovaries." she mumbled before turning to the drawers and pulling out multiple tea packets. She got the teapot and threw multiple bags inside before pouring hot water. While the others might prefer wine, Rhea knew that tea eased the soul. Her eyes went over to the sights of the balcony, the city's glorious night façade was something worth mentioning. As the tea 'brewed', Rhea began to wander aimlessly up and down the tower, her mind drifting over to how much the team had been considered a failure so far. As she ascended the steps, she heard some rumbling and, voilà, a torn piece of a shirt came soaring towards her as the speed left her little time to dodge. The cloth collided with her with the force of a light punch which could knock a normal person off their feet. Apparently, cloths had the potential to be teen titans nowadays. It was the 'S' that Teapot loved to flaunt so much. "Shit, indeed."
Rhea's face softened as she examined the torn piece of clothing. "Sentinel." she sighed, looking at the door which had just recently closed... well, that door wasn't the only thing that closed this night... probably, so was Teapot's heart to the team. Rhea shook her head as she tucked the cloth inside her robe before making her way back to the kitchen. With the tea done, Rhea placed the pot on a tray alongside two small, porcelain cups. Rhea began her tense journey towards the room of the man who the team bared their fangs upon, the man who could kill her if he wanted to. Still, instead of fear, Rhea felt... hope. Not everyone who stumbles is lost. She could never understand what Teapot is going through, they were worlds apart. She would never understand his pain but if there's something that both of them had in common... well, she would find out in the long run. Besides, most people would only care when it was too late; Rhea did not want to be part of that 'most'.
She finally reached the door of his room. Most probably, he already knew she was there. It was now or never. If he would say no, then Rhea would have a tea party by herself... at least, she tried. "Sentinel." Rhea began, her voice neutral. "Sentinel," she tried again. "May I come in?" That 'English for Dummies' book helped her a lot. "I know you dun need me 'der but would ye allow me to keep ye company over a cup of tea?" Rhea finished her spiel, hoping for the best. The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step and, this, was Rhea's first step. She could only hope that Teapot would also take his first steps or this tense atmosphere would last for a good duration in their team. Besides, tea was always a good conversation starter. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,637 | 1,361 | 29 | 793 | 1,516 | Sentinel stood in solemn silence as he listened. He could hear her movements more clearly than he could see the stars in the night sky. Rhea. Isaac thought with a sigh. When he heard her walking up the stairs before, he hadn't made her much mind. He thought she would just keep walking; even when she found the S. That thought didn't last long. His superhuman hearing made sure he understood her very well when she spoke. It was like a whisper. The kind of sound a person makes when they don't want to be heard, but can't help but speak. Sentinel sat back down on his bed once more, his eyes locked on the door. Isaac could hear her footsteps. She was coming up the stairs right about now. What was she going to say? She didn't sound angry when she spoke to the shirt. But then, why else would she want to come talk to the walking hand grenade other than to yell at him? Her footsteps stopped. Now Cell was close enough that Sentinel could hear her very heartbeat. When she first spoke his name, Sentinel didn't move. If she wanted in, if she wanted to talk to Isaac, she'd need to do better than that. The Kryptonian wasn't exactly jumping at the opportunity to talk to someone right now. He was having a moment of weakness. Those seemed to be getting more and more regular, which was a frightening prospect. Isaac despised his own weakness more than the failings of any other person.
Rhea called again. Sentinel didn't move.
She asked if she could come in. To Cell's credit, that was the most polite anyone had been when asking Sentinel for something in a long time. Isaac stood, moving as silently as a phantom toward the door. She spoke of tea. Rhea wanted to talk about something...over tea. She was definitely European.
Sentinel's hand engulfed the door knob. He didn't move, debating whether he should open the door. This could be the worst choice he'd ever make, or the best. Whether or not to open the door. To release the lock, and open the proverbial flood gate to his heart and soul. If Isaac opened himself up to Rhea...
...What's the worst that could happen? She turns out to be here to twist the knife a bit further? Sentinel could squash her like an ant beneath his boot. Maybe his teammates start to talk. Start to whisper. Sentinel has a weakness. Whatever. If things kept going the way they are, 'Sentinel' wouldn't be around much longer. Isaac Grant wouldn't need to worry about what the Titans thought of their biggest liability.
Isaac turned the door knob.
He forced a polite smile onto his face as he looked down at Rhea. At first, Isaac was worried his appearance might frighten her. After all, he had a giant hole in his shirt and a couple of nasty looking cuts on his chest. Sentinel's worries seemed unfounded as he noticed that Rhea's robe was covered in blood; at least he wasn't the only one who needed a new costume.
"Uhm," He began. "Please. Come in." Sentinel opened the door and allowed Rhea into his humble abode. The room was pretty bare. The closest was open and empty. His bed looked like it hadn't been used since the day Sentinel arrived. Sentinel's uniform was strewn out over the floor next to the large window on the opposite side of the room. Yes, rather bare bones indeed. 'Course Isaac never used it so the accessories didn't matter. Grant took a seat on his bed and patted the spot next to him. "Sooo..." Isaac began before pausing. What was he supposed to say? 'Hey, I noticed that you were just as much of an emotional wreck as I am. Want to share depressing origin stories and cry for a little while?' Yeaaahhhh. No.
"What kind of tea is it?" At least tea was a good conversation starter. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,638 | 1,361 | 30 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Evan could feel the weight of Sentinel's words as he excused himself to his bunk, descending down to the quarters in the floor below. Part of him wanted to go and talk to the big guy, heck maybe even learn his name so he didn't have to keep making up ones for him. It was well beyond Evan's understanding why Sentinel felt the need to keep his identity such a secret, it's not like Batman had trained the guy. Perhaps he had an embarrassing childhood, though an alien living out of New Krypton surely had bigger things to worry about than the Titans digging up photos of him dressed in his sister's outfit. That was if he had a sister, or if he even grew up in New Krypton. Perhaps he grew up on a farm in Kansas?
Ha, that'd be rich. A powerhouse like that growing up in the cream corn capital. Evan thought to himself becoming distracted at the amusing train of thought only for his glass of wine to be precisely extracted from his fingers by the team's resident spunky brunette. Turning his violet blue eyes on Ariel, Evander bit his bottom lip as the girl threw a wink back at him and made her way away from him.
"Hate to see you go, love to watch you leave." He muttered beneath his breath as he reached around to the cupboard for a third glass and began to pour himself yet another drink. "Plenty more if you want another Ari." He called after Whirlpool before turning to the rest of the group, his nose wrinkling in disgust as Rhea prepared tea for herself and Sentinel before departing.
"Simone?" Evan asked looking towards his favourite sharp shooter. "How about a drink to take the edge off?" He reached into the fridge, producing another bottle. "Oh I also have this, gift from a Scandinavian friend, long blonde hair, big hammer..." He trailed off before turning to Luke quickly. "I think you'd like him." He added pulling out a mug. "Either way it's mead." He paused looking at the rest of the Titans gathered before him. "Don't tell Rose." He said mischievously. Putting the bottle of mead down, Evan held his flute of wine up to the group and proposed a toast.
"To the first of many missions and screw ups!" He yelled walking over to a panel on the wall. Tapping a few buttons, music suddenly began to blare from the speakers around the room as the shirtless demigod began to dance. "Now then, I believe it has been declared that you all need to get down with your badselves!" | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
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~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,639 | 1,361 | 31 | 530 | 302 | As the door opened in front of her, Rhea looked up at the rather tall man in front of her. "Thank you." Rhea smiled, her eyes partially hidden by the hood that almost always covered the majority of her face. Okay, what did that book say again? Oh, yeah! "It's good to be seein' ya tonight." she mumbled her awkward greeting before proceeding to the spot where Sentinel had gestured for her to sit. Once she had made herself comfortable, Rhea removed her hood, now surveying the room. It was simple, homey and clean-- well, aside from the uniform that was left upon the cold floor. "I pray that ye wud excuse my appearance-- 'im not really dressed for tea." she chuckled, pouring the contents of the pot into the two cups. Suddenly, her attention snapped back to Sentinel, realizing that he had asked her a question. "Oh, dis be earl grey. 'Tis me favourite." A pregnant pause emanated between the two, the tense atmosphere dancing stark naked in joy as Rhea lost anything she could say.
Then, Rhea blatantly chuckled softly as her eyes trailed down on the boy beside her. Suddenly, the awkward look on Rhea's face increased as she tried to stifle her giggles. "I apologize. My guidebook don't say nothin' after da tea conversation. You're da first one I tried it on... and I'm happy dat you accepted me efforts. I'm happy that even tho' dis be da first time we talked, you're kind to lil'o me." Rhea smiled widely before her eyes went back to observing the room. Their rooms looked, more or less, the same. Of course, Sentinel's room didn't have a poster of a cat hanging from a branch saying 'Mewow! Keep Hanging!'. Then, there's the chalkboard in front of her small bed. "I be likin' yer room. It looks similar to mine. Simple, clean and homey."
Rhea lifted the cup to her lips, blowing on it before taking a sip, a relaxed sigh escaping her. Then, she looked up at Sentinel with a grin. If there was something that differed between the two of their rooms, it was the moonlight that seeped so generously into the bare quarters. That same light shone softly on Sentinel, causing his red hair to shine ever so gracefully, revealing elegance that the others might have failed to see. To add to that, his skin looked almost like porcelain, his strong-looking jaw augmenting his already formidable appearance. Somehow... he reminded her of him.
Now... now was the time to put those English lessons to use. "I came here not as a fellow titan." Rhea began, her eyes focusing on the scars that were visible on his chest. They were slowly healing, though. "I came here as a fellow sentient being." She was careful not to say 'human', knowing that it would probably be an insult to Sentinel for Rhea to compare her race to his. "I believe that Rose went overboard wid 'er comment and dat some of our team-mates forgot to take der chill pill. Out of everyone in the team, ye probably did most of the damage on Lobo. In fact, I think you had something in mind when you dragged that criminal away from us. I'd like to believe dat ye were looking out for the team but... I could be wrong."
The teapot's contents were emptied once more as Rhea took another a sip. "Sure, we made a breach of protocol but ain't dat part of learning-- making mistakes? I know I can't compare my experiences to ye but... when I first tried my power of manipulatin' cells, my friend got cancer." Rhea looked at Sentinel, trying to see whether his eyes were bored or not. "Okay, you got me... Four other people got cancer after that. It was terrible for me, y'know? People trusted me to save their lives but all I did is make dem suffer. Just because ye stumbled don't mean dat you're lost. It simply means that ye have to try harder." By this time, Rhea's eyes were not on the teen but on the spectacular view of the city lights outside. "An arrow has to be pulled back before it is launched into greater heights."
Rhea exhaled deeply, letting her fingers comb through her chestnut hair. "The point is... I think that our colleagues just don't understand you; heck, even I dun understand ye. Dey might not be interested in hearing your side of the story but... I am, if only to understand the strong and terrific sentient being in front of me. So, if you'd like to talk or anything, I'm all ears." Rhea revealed her talent, moving her ears with a smile. "Yer not alone, y'know? Ye dun need to go through dis alone." A slight chuckle escaped her lips before her eyes focused on the wound on his chest.
"If it's a'right with ye, I'll heal the cuts on your chest, Sentinel." Rhea offered, taking off her gloves, signifying that there would be some physical contact involved. She wanted to be useful for once since she was as useful as a matchstick in a rain during their bout with Lobo. "Dun worry, cancer ain't part of de package. I promise. I trained a lot, like... a lot. Like, you wouldn't believe my efforts. Well, probably, cancer ain't existin' with yer race." Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind. If this conversation didn't go the way she planned, then, there was no use of them suffering the whims of social convention of prolonging small talk. If Sentinel won't talk, then, she'd just heal him up and leave. However, if he did spill his vulnerability, then, Rhea would never leave him hanging.
She would do everything she can to make sure that this misunderstood persona would find his place in his team-- no, their team. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,640 | 1,361 | 32 | 1,617 | 689 | As soon as Rose gave the order Zane hurried back to the T-Wing. Something was off, he could only describe the shared feeling as failure. Zane felt that, maybe if he did more or tired something else it could have changed the outcome. But in reality he knew that what happened happened and now they had to deal with the consequences. Now they flew home in a tense silence. No one said anything, but a conversation was still going on, this one was more silent and it conveyed the anger and disappointment we had in each other.
As they came into the hanger, everyone got ff in silence, Ariel walked towards the elevator, she looked upset. Evan was next, he shot up the stairs shirtless without any word. Zane was not to far behind her as they all got into the elevator. While they went up Zane tried to wrap his mind around what went wrong. They had good team work, they had been living together for a while, trained, sweat and bled together, but something was missing. Getting out of the elevator, Evan sat there making a toast to their "victory". This made Rose snap, she entered into her monologue with one in message in mind, today was not a win, and we had a lot of work to do. Zane wondered why she pit the failure on Sentinel, He had a part to play in their down fall but he is not the primary reason. The real reason, in Zane's opinion, that they failed was that they lacked one key component every great team had: a bond. They had been together but could they even call them selves friends, no just team mates. What his team needed was a night to have fun and get to know each other and develop some kind of friendship. If they could not make some kind of bond then the team itself was going no where and Zane knew this.
After she left, Sentinel left too. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He needed a friend but Zane was not in the mood to possibly get hurt so he left him be. Then Rhea made some tea and left with it. Soon after, Zane looked over and Evan was playing music and "getting down". Zane chuckled and took out his wand. "Lausac Sehtolc." The spell changed his outfit to a red shirt with a black Z on the front, black basket ball shorts, and black ankle socks. He went into the kitchen and saw the glass on the floor. "Riaper." He said with a whisper and the glass re-formed itself in his hand with the drink still in it. Zane poured it out into sink in the kitchen and put the glass in there too. He then took a seat with milk, his Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a spoon and bowl. He made himself a bowl of cereal and looked at his team mates.
"Well guys lets be "teens" for the night. Come on lets eat and talk, and try to be friends." | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,641 | 1,361 | 33 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC wondered why the others were so relaxed in the Chinese Restaurant. They couldn't possibly think that the Main Man would be stopped by mud clay, did they? What surprised him the most was the fact that even Rose thought this was all over with. She came back and instantly started with the congratulations. What good was field experience if she didn't even use it? He kept his eyes on the new Lobo statue and noticed the cracks appearing. He knew that this fight wasn't over yet. Soon the action continued as Lobo tried to shoot everyone with his energy shotgun. JC tried to get out of the way while trying to find a good shot, but soon the others got in the way.
The battle soon got out of most of their hands as Sentinel decided to play a little game of "Mine" with the enemy by taking the fight elsewhere. He wanted to go after the two, but he realized that he wouldn't be able to catch up without using his ice to glide. He sighed and looked at the rest of the team in the restaurant wondering what they were going to do. Then the Cavalry arrived to answer that question. They weren't going to do anything except for head home. It was about time that they showed up. They should have been there much sooner. Given the speed of Superman, the Flash, Wonder Woman, and the Green Lantern coming here and stopping Lobo would have been done before the Titans would have arrived. Especially considering how quickly they finished things just now.
He followed the others to the T-Wing, but stopped at the entrance ramp while looking back at Batman and Rose. He sighed and finally headed inside to get a seat. The ride over was in silence. Everyone seemed to be upset or disappointed in some way. JC? He had his feelings about the situation, but he didn't think about them. Not here at least. He sat in his seat with his eyes closed. When they arrived back at the hangar the others were pretty much in a rush to get off.
When they all met what could be considered a debrief he immediately took notice of the cycle of disappointment. Batman was disappointed in Rose. Rose was disappointed in the team as a whole, but part of that disappointment was focused on the Krypto-Psycho. Part of the team's disappointment was aimed at Sentinel and Sentinel was disappointed in himself. It went well with the whole angst thing he had going on. After Rose finished chewing them out she left to go to the War Room leaving them to be normal teenagers. He hated the fact that she said that they couldn't train.
Everyone was doing their own little thing now. Sentinel and Rhea left. Sentinel was going to his room to "heal", but it was clearly a cover up for him brooding. Rhea took some tea and left, presumably to her room. The others went to drink and get down with their bad selves. If this was what teens did in their free time he really didn't want to be one any longer. A heavy sigh escaped JC's lips before he stood up and walked out of the room. He didn't bother saying where he was going or what he was doing. They were likely preoccupied with their small party to even notice he was gone.
Rose told them to hit the showers and that was exactly what he was going to do. He made his way to the showers and walked right up to the mirror and looked at his reflection. He didn't see himself when he looked in the mirror. He saw the dark path that was placed before him. The path that his shit stain of a father put him on. He saw a spitting image of his father. He lifted his hand to his scarred face and pressed gently against it. A permanent scar for a permanent failure. Like father, like son. "Look at you. You wallow in self-pity. Now you're talking to yourself. How pitiful and weak can you get? You let a small alien get away. You destroyed a mech suit. Big whoop. You're lucky Wonder Woman fixed your mistake. All it would have taken was one simple blast of ice and you would have froze that thing solid."
Jeremiah dropped his arm and stepped back from the mirror. The reflection changed now. He saw himself as appeared. Part of the reason as to why he didn't get much sleep was also because whenever he did he had nightmares. His nightmares were filled with him being what his father wanted him to be. A monster to fit his monstrous appearance. It didn't change. He never once had a peaceful dream.
He left the room and made his way to the War Room. He knew that Rose only wanted to be interrupted for emergencies, but he needed to talk to her. If he was going to do this he had to make sure that it was all done right. When he reached the entrance to the room he didn't attempt to knock. He just went inside. "We need to talk."
He stepped further inside not caring what she thought of his intrusion. "The team and its members weren't the only ones who failed today. You did as well. As our leader with the most field experience you have to realize the mistakes that you made here as well instead of putting all of the pressure and fault on the team. You may not have been there during the fight, but you came at the most important part. When the team had this ill-conceived notion of victory. We faced a guy who fought against the League and you didn't suspect that there'd be a round two." He forgot what his main point was half-way through this. This was the longest he's talked to anyone here and it didn't make him feel good. He could feel his own personal temperature in a constant flux. It didn't know whether or not JC wanted to be hot, cold, chilled, or warm. He wanted her to say something now so that he didn't have to continue with this speech. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,642 | 1,361 | 34 | 936 | 1,012 | Luke hadn’t done anything wrong. He’d done his part. Lobo had been subdued, and Luke had specifically told his team that it was up to them to take him down. But they’d ignored him, choosing to celebrate their “victory” instead. And then the Czarnian broke out from the mud (Come on, don’t tell me that the team actually thought it would hold him) and tried to shoot the Titans down, almost succeeding if not for Sentinel, seemingly blinded by rage… though Luke sensed an ulterior motive, a hidden one… maybe one even Sentinel didn’t know about. But he’d taken Lobo away from the team, and away from civilians. He protected them. Luke had to give him credit for that.
So when the Justice League arrived, Luke stayed quiet. During the flight back to base, he stayed quiet. And when Rose berated the team, he stayed quiet. Because Luke hadn’t done anything wrong.
You’re wrong. I’m as equally at fault as the rest of the Titans are. There’s no blame game to play. I can’t feel sorry for myself.
Following the events of the day, Luke felt that the natural way to deal with it was to drink up. That isn’t to say that he was an alcoholic. No. Contrary to the popular belief that beer was an Australian’s lifeline, Luke did not normally drink. But he was feeling quite crappy at this point in time, and what better way to forget about it than a good ol’ fashioned hangover?
Evan, ever the flirter, had retrieved a bottle of mead, making a comment to Simone that screamed ‘Take that edge off for my advances.’ Luke may have read it wrong, but that’s what he got, and he was, quite frankly, confused. Pistolera was easily the scariest of the three girls in the team; why anyone would make a pass at her at the threat of having their genitals shot off was beyond Luke. Oh well, it was a free country, and he supposed that Evan could always just shapeshift them back to their original state. It would be a shame if such a handsome guy let his package go to waste. Wait, what?
Following Amazon’s toast, Luke poured himself some mead, taking a sip of the sweet beverage. What was almost ‘Cheers, handsome,’ came out as “Cheers,” confusing Luke even further. Just one taste of alcohol and he was already tipsy. Why was Evan so attractive? Wait, WHAT?
Shaking his head profusely, Luke tried to clear it. When that didn’t work, he drank from his cup. What was one sip turned into multiple gulps, and a few moments later he’d finished his glass and was pouring a second, looking at Evan once more. He was so majestic, so godly. How could someone like him exist?
"WAIT, WHAT?" | | NAME: |
Bryce Rowan
| ALIAS: |
Wisp
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Ghost Physiology
-Flight
-Invisibility
-Intangibility
-Ectoplasm Manipulation
Recognized as a variable-state form of matter-energy. Its form can range from raw seething energy, a misty vapor, a viscous gelatin, a bundle of fine threads, a living membrane or a fine, fabric-like tissue, that can also be solidified and used for material purposes.
Currently he is only capable of using it its raw energy form molded in the shape of spheres, which he refers to as ghost lights. These spheres can be thrown or even held for melee purposes. When it comes into contact with something other than himself the energy violently releases itself from its spherical form.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
While although he has a ghost like physiology, Bryce is still human. So he can only take the same amount of physical abuse as any other normal human his size. He is still subject to disease and the like. His flight speed tops out at roughly 30 miles per hour. Although Bryce's skill with his intangibility is quite good, he still gets scared of passing through incredibly thick walls and such, he is always afraid that his ability would just turn off and he would die as part of a wall. Although intangible he has difficulty slipping through energy based attacks with his ability, his other weakness is magic, of the spiritual kind, can have great effect on him. His intangibility is limited to only himself but he can share his invisibility with anything or one he touches. The most being three other people, and no one thing bigger than a small car. The energy orbs which he creates can be thrown just as far as he would be able throw a baseball. They can however have their courses just slightly altered after being thrown. He is unaware if he can fly in space or not.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The alleys of Wisp's home city, littered with their fire escapes, the windows some lit and others extinguished, all the refuse scattered throughout, they really lent to the illusion of what the name, a concrete jungle, could allude too. Like every jungle it had its predators, which also meant it had its prey. This night Wisp was unfortunate enough to be the prey. He darted through these alleys, dodging the continued attempts to subdue him by his hostile follower. A small drone roughly the size of a dog, chased his every move as it pursued its prey. Armed with some sort of advanced targeting systems, and two active fully automatic rifles. Bullets whizzed past him at every turn, but Wisp wasn't afraid of bullets, he simply allowed them to pass straight through him as he flew. Being like a ghost it was really as simple as that. What wasn't okay though was the problems that could ensue if this drone actually managed to capture him.
The game of follow the leader was beginning to get old. 'Okay fun is over, Maybe I can lose him and finish this if I get a bit more fancy with my flight.' Bryce stared at the walls that directed the path he flew, although he thought going intangible was simple, it frightened him to pass through objects more than a few feet at most and even then it made him uneasy. Yes the ghost boy was afraid to go through walls, and he'd admit it. Bryce never denied things about himself, he accepted who he was and he was a happier person for it in the end. Sometimes though, the good plans weren't the most ideal. He made his choice and made a sharp left into the wall of what he hoped was an abandoned apartment building, it sure looked like one anyways. For a moment he thought he had actually escaped pursuit, but of course it couldnt be that simple, he really preferred simple. Caught a bit off guard the wall suddenly exploded inwards, shards of rock and some shrapnel of metal launched themselves toward Wisp. He activated his intangibility as soon as he could react to the deafening boom but he still got caught in a few places before he was untouchable once more. He caught a glimpse of some sort of explosives launcher before it disappeared back into the drone, because they just absolutely had to have grenade launchers. Before he was given another moment to breathe, the machine guns were swapped out with two odd looking guns with thin flat rectangular shaped barrels. 'Those dont look like fun toys' as he spoke he could see them begin to glow a blue color. He didnt stick around to see what happened next because he dropped himself through the floor and began to run and leaped into the air and began flying. He glanced back and saw the blue lasers blast through the floor and the drone begin to follow him again.
Now Wisp had lasers to dodge, bad news was he couldn't pass through a laser seeing as it was energy based weaponry. The good news though and Bryce firmly believed that there was always good news though is that he had finally thought of an idea to finish it all. His earlier comment of this being like follow the leader, came back to his head and it had given him his answer. Like his other comment before the best plans weren't always the most ideal plans there were. He took a deep breath, 'If I become part of this foundation I'm coming back to haunt' he took a sharp dive through the floor below him and continued to descend to the basement but did not stop there. He stiffened his concentration and passed though into the solid concrete and soil and looped his way around hoping the drone would be busy attempting to blast a hole to chase him through. As soon as he thought he wouldnt be noticed he popped out of the ground around the hallway from where he had originally dove into the ground. He brought his hands together and slowly pulled them apart and green energy began to well up between his hand growing bigger and bigger the further apart his hands became, until he had a basketball sized Ghost Light in his hands. As fast as he could he rounded the corner and launched his attack at the drone as the drone noticed him it changed targets and propelled straight for him. Luckily its flight AI was not as advanced as its targeting and it flew straight into the ghost light and there was a violent but small explosion of green. Wisp waited for the smoke to clear and walked over to check out the charred remains and saw a small engraved plaque. It said congrats you passed the test. 'Wait, who in the hell was testing him and why?!' Suddenly there was a white eruption of light and then he was out cold.
| NOTES: |
-Very open/accepting about himself
-Loves to help people and make people happy/smile
-Loves to have fun too, always tries to have fun doing whatever |
50,643 | 1,361 | 35 | 1,015 | 2,826 | What happened after he left the resturant was a blur to him, he assumed that Sentinel would have decked Lobo and that would've been it, he instead was racing around the area, into the parking garage that was big enough to house a spaceship. He saw the alien lock into his ship, too far away to stop Hob from taking off he instead turned to pelting chunks of asphalt at the ship, each piece being infused with kinetic energy making them blow up like small grenades. It did little to the ship except scratch the paint. Watching as the ship took off into flight made him furious, thinking of ways to catch up. What if he ran vertically up the closest really tall building, he'd have to move almost half a mile, but he probably could do it.
However, before he could react he saw a disturbance in the airwaves close to the alien ship, switching to infrared he could directly make it out who it was that caused it. Wonder Woman. The League was here.
The Amazonian imobolized Hob's ship and dove into it, getting the little alien out and putting him in cuffs. While he was happy that Hob was caught, he felt a chill down his spine as the red streak passed him and he instantly felt the incredible amount of energy that Barry Allen, The Flash, possessed. Barry was the one he liked the least of all the other speedsters. Guy always thought too highly of himself, like he was the one who could go toe to toe with Superman.
Even if he would be correct.. Rufus thought with a sigh. He knew that if he would regroup with his team, he would end up having to talk with Flash, and there were few things he liked less than that. Instead, he made his way directly to the tower, where he got changed and had a quick workout. He gathered that they had been unsuccesful in beating Lobo, which running their odds in his head, he figured they wouldn't have had any of to begin with.
2,000 push ups in, he heard the team arriving, he had only been in the tower for maybe ten minutes, hitting the shower he got changed into his civilian clothes that were compused of some ripped jeans, a Nevada T-shirt, converse shoes and his $40 wristwatch. He got into the meeting hall, sitting down to get the full scoop on the mission. He didn't quite realize how bad it had been. His analysis of Sentinel's powers were off, he overestimated the Kryptonian. Rufus thought he was a lot stronger, but far more in control than he was, kind of like the other second generation Kryptonian that worked in Superman's image.
He took Rose's orders seriously. She wanted them to forget being titans for the night, and instead just be teens. He took them a little too serious. He wasn't a regular teen, he was more responsible when it came to being a hero than anyone else with his powers. Without saying a word to the others, he sped off into the city. He needed to blow off some speed. He wasn't the Flash who basked in the glory of people thanking him for his heroics. He didn't care if people knew who he was, what he could do or what he had done. He only cared about getting results.
With each step he took he felt himself going faster, the lights vanishing as he passed them by, the cars moving slow enough to practically be standing still. He was running as fast as he could for a good 10 minutes, with each step he got more and more pissed. And the madder he got the more he pushed himself, generating more energy to move even quicker. But soon he felt his legs give in, his muscles were sore, stopping he skidded to a halt, falling and hitting the sand, bouncing in the sand twice before he stopped, catching himself on his hands and feet he sled a few more inches before coming to a complete stop in the white sand.
Wait, sand?
Turning around he could see the bright lights in the distance. He had crossed the state, he was in Vegas. The bright lights surprised him. He had never gone that fast before. Looking at his feet he found his shoes being all but burnt to a crisp, a scoff escaped his lips. Regular people get runners high, but when you move thousands of times as quick as a car, that concept becomes irrelevant. Yet, he sat in the sand and couldn't help but feel pleased with himself.
He thought about Vegas, and how he had last been here. His dad used to take him here back when he was a kid every summer. It was in Vegas he discovered his powers for the first time, stealing some money from a drunk who had won lots at the casino by counting cards. What idiot couldn't count cards?. He had used the money to buy pizza for himself.
Pizza would be nice.
In another 20 minutes he would arrive at the Titans Tower, barefeet and carrying ten boxes of large pizzas fresh from Nevada.
If there was one things he knew for sure about his fellow teens, was that no teen didn't like pizza. Getting through the door he would use his phone to hack into the speakers in the tower, making sure all of the titans could hear him.
Titans Together! Kitchen Asap. He was sure Rose wasn't gonna be too happy with him both stealing her phrase, and seemingly doing heroics. But to be frank, she could put a slice in it. As each member of the team would arrive in the kitchen the pizza would be on the table, each carton opened and each pizza sliced.
"Figured you guys would be hungry. Anyone care to see if they can beat me in Guitar Hero?" Rufus asked casually, a slice of pepperoni, mushroom and olive pizza in his hand. | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,644 | 1,361 | 36 | 793 | 1,516 | Isaac took the small, delicate cup into his hands. Careful not to shatter the porcelain container, Sentinel took a sip of this 'earl grey tea.' He wasn't the world's foremost expert on all things tea; Earl Grey sounded like the name of a famous actor and not a drink derived from...Some kind of citrus? "Well." Sentinel stated before taking another sip of the strangely delicious beverage. "I can see why it's your favorite. Thank you. For..All this." Isaac cracked a small smile when Rhea mentioned her raggedy appearance. He chuckled with her, motioning to his own state of disrepair. "I'm in no place to complain." It's not like he'd complain about Rhea's looks in a million years. Just seeing those auburn eyes was enough to calm the restless Boy of Steel.
Not that he'd tell her that. Not in a million years.
She's not the first girl to smile at me. I think. Have any other girls ever smiled at me? Does Supergirl count as a real girl? Because she's smiled at my awful puns once or twice. Wait a second. Oops. There's actually someone in the room other than just Isaac and the dust mites. Oh man, how long have they been sitting there in total silence? Was he being awkward? This is the longest conversation Isaac's had with anyone who's name doesn't start with the word 'Super.' Sentinel gave Rhea the least awkward look he could as she began to laugh. Her heartbeat was faster than normal. She must be agitated or excited. The real ice breaker soon followed when Rhea broke the silence with a hilarious confession.
"Oh, thank Rao!" Sentinel laughed. He let loose all of his pent up emotion in one long chucklefest. "I thought I was supposed to say something next. I was kind'a worried there was some kind of unspoken rules to talking during tea." Isaac lowered his back, setting both palms down on the bed as he let himself really relax. It seemed the pair's combined awkwardness had managed to overwhelm the 'social standards meter' and caused it to overload, breaking the proverbial ice unintentionally. What an odd analogy Isaac just thought up. Whatever.
"Thanks." Sentinel said in regard to the room comment. "Although, if I'm being totally honest, I'm never in here. I live up on the roof." Isaac pointed at the ceiling and shrugged. "I don't really sleep; All I need is a little sun to get my blood flowing." Sentinel took another drink of the tea, using his ice breath to subtly cool it down. Huh, Isaac told himself, I've never been able to control my powers that well. After a moment of consideration Sentinel understood what was happening. He rarely used his abilities in a state like this. A state of...Happiness? Calm? Bliss? All of the above, even? Maybe that was going to far. Maybe he'd just grown accustomed to boiling rage and dark hatred, and forgotten what simple content felt like.
Maybe he should try this social thing more often.
Isaac noticed the change in Rhea's tone almost the moment she started to speak. Her accent lessened, and she seemed to become more serious than before. Isaac made a side note of Rhea's sentient being comment. He wasn't any good at the whole 'being polite' thing, but he was sure that was deliberate. Why would she choose such a vague trait to try connecting with Sentinel on a personal level? Was 'person' too good for a Kryptonian rage monster? All he was in her mind was 'sentient?!' One celled organisms are 'sentient' too! What is this?
Cell offered a brief respite in her little speech. She took Isaac's side on the Lobo issue, which calmed Sentinel down a little. Jeez, did one little adjective really set him off like that? Isaac needed to get control of himself before someone actually insulted him and Sentinel turned into a murderer.
"You're not." Sentinel whispered. Why did Rhea need to add that last part? 'I could be wrong.' And the way she said it. The inflections she made with her voice. The little, unconscious things people do when they're being too careful. So that was it, then? Was Rhea just trying to keep the Teapot from shrieking? Was that what this was all about? Isaac's anger issues? She wasn't here for Isaac. To be his friend. To get to know a fellow person who needed some interaction. She was here to cover her own skin! So when he went off he'd be especially careful not to hurt her!
Wait, Grant. Stop. Stop it you annoying, bipolar little brat. Stop listening for the undertones. Don't focus on the heartbeat and the breathing or what she's doing with her voice. Shut up and listen to her. Listen to what she's saying! Rhea's your friend; and you better be damn sure not to hurt her the next time you blow your top. Not to hurt anyone.
"Cancer?" The storm of emotions that clouded Sentinel's eyes stopped abruptly as Rhea brought up her past experiences. He only felt pity now. He could definitely understand her. All Cell wanted to do was help people. She just wanted to use her powers to protect them. Sure, she wasn't the best at controlling them and sometimes she might make dumb choices. But that wasn't the point! Rhea wanted to keep them all safe. To save them. Why couldn't the Titans see that Sentinel only wanted to keep them all safe. That's all he ever wanted. No matter how dumb, convoluted or violent; everything Isaac did and said was for the good of other people.
Rhea started to sound like a self-help book when she spouted a couple of admittedly very quotable lines.
Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost.
Don't understand me. That's an understatement. Isaac rarely understands himself. All these emotions...So powerful. So strong. Yet all they seem to make Sentinel is weak. Huh. Could Rhea be the one? Was she really strong enough?
Isaac smiled and ignored the thoughts biting at the back of his mind. "That's very impressive." Sentinel joked as Rhea moved her ears. Isaac reached a tentative hand over to Rhea, taking the tiny, delicate things into his own palms. He ever so carefully wrapped his fingers around hers. He was determined not to hurt her. "Thank you." Those two words were filled with more emotion than the entire Spanish soap opera channel. Channel 39, El Loco, to be more specific. (Don't judge.)
"I'd appreciate it, actually. The Kryptonite traces left in the scar tissue are killing me." Sentinel instinctively removed his shirt (or what was left of it) to allow better access to the newly formed wounds. With the shirt off, Isaac exposed a plethora of other injures that had healed incorrectly and left massive scars. "This wasn't my first bad spill, incidentally." Wearing the 'S' on your chest attracted a lot of attention. Not all of it was from adoring fan girls. "No need to worry about cancer. I can't exactly get sick. Unless it's Kryptonite related, I guess, but I doubt you have any of that on you."
Now came the hard part. Whether or not, and just how much, Isaac should reveal to his new found friend. She seemed to sincere. But they all did, didn't they? Terra seemed pretty sincere when she was around too. But we all remember how that turned out.
But an arrow has to be pulled back before it is launched into greater heights, as they say.
Alright. Maybe Isaac would share a little bit. But not too much. No need to tell her ever little thing about him.
"Well...I..I'd like you to know how much I'm trusting you right now. The only other person on the team who knows any of this is Rose." With that disclaimer out of the way, Isaac began his tale. "For starters, I'm not a real Kryptonian. I used to be as human as you or anyone else. I got my powers from wishing on a falling star. When I was eight my mom died in a car accident. She was driving home from work when it started to rain. She...She lost control of the car and went plummeting off a bridge. She drowned in a lake because she couldn't get out of the car.
That's when my dad started to lose it. He started drinking more and more, and left me with my uncle almost every day after I'd get out of school. I hated the few days when Uncle Nelson wasn't available, because my dad used to beat me when he got really wasted." Sentinel paused for a moment. He looked at Rhea, biting his lip. "If this is too much for you, I can stop." | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,645 | 1,361 | 37 | 530 | 302 | Adorable. Rhea couldn't suppress the thought as the fellow awkward teen filled the gaps between her fingers. Oh, well, it was a start-- a good start and, while the act was seemingly much too intimate for newly formed friendships, Rhea couldn't negate much less retort when it secretly felt so good to have somebody else's warmth beside her. "You're welcome." The healer replied with a gentle voice, holding up their linked hands, as if emphasizing a point. "Whenever ye feel alone, just know dat if ye extend yer hands, someone will always hold it-- in brightest day, in darkest night. Just like this." Rhea squeezed his hand tighter, assuring the confused lad that she was there for him.
Thus, with his permission, Rhea set to work on healing his most recent wounds and, while her mouth quivered upon seeing such a renaissance masterpiece of a body, Rhea found it in her to stifle these thoughts and begin the tedious work of regenerating cells. Rhea moved the tray aside as she shuffled closer to Sentinel, using her free hand to first caress the lad's cheek, smiling in the process. "Ye trust lil'o me, aight?" As with any normal case, Rhea always began by looking into their eyes, checking for any sight of discomfort. Then, she brought her lips to Sentinel's forehead, lightly pecking on it before pulling back. "Here we go." With an exhale, Rhea moved her hand to each of the cuts, inserting fresh and strong cells that began their work of repairing torn tissue, ejecting harmful elements and replenishing lost energy. "Me ability be quite simple. When I be makin' physical contact, I can give my own cells to the person. In turn, dis cells cater to da person's body type and whatnot. No risk of rejection whatsoever. My cells begin to repair da wounds and whatever ailment there may be. However, dat be not da most important part of't all." Rhea panted briefly, knowing that her own cells were beginning to get depleted. Still, producing new ones were not hard with her ability. "Da most important part is da fact that a part of me lives on inside whoever I heal. I become a part of dem and, in dis case, I became a part of you. My wittle cells swimming around yer system... as disgusting as it may sound to some. But, I hope ye understand dat... literally, yer not alone wherever ye go. Lil'o Rhea is always inside ye... of course, until those cells die." Rhea suddenly clammed her mouth shut, realizing that her information was bordering on repugnance. "I'm sorry if I grossed ye out. I guess I now understand why nobody really wants me to heal dem."
As she got to work on replacing his damaged cells, Sentinel began telling her his story. He was a human like her; well, he was once a human. So, that counts. Furthermore, he had a rough childhood, alongside a father who made his life all the more difficult. She could now see where he was coming from-- not being able to find the love he needed at home. Still, they had some differences when it came to childhood. Rhea had lived a young life which was on the opposite spectrum of Sentinel. She had a loving family who accepted her for who she was, who she is and who she would be. Rainbows, sunshine and unicorns filled every day of Rhea's childhood... which made the succeeding events almost too much to bear. Some say that life is like a wheel, sometimes you're up, sometime's you're down. Well, Rhea's wheel must have hit a sharp bump because her life went down faster than the apple that fell on Newton's head. However, in the same vein... it brought her enlightenment to the realities of the world-- the crimes that she had been blinded to.
Suddenly, Sentinel stopped narrating, apparently asking her whether she would want to continue. "If ye still be willin' to continue, then I'll never let your hand go. Promise." Rhea replied as she sent another soft squeeze to his hand. "Yer scars ar' beautiful, by da way." Rhea remarked as her hand glided softly across the tantalizing contours of his chest, perhaps, lingering there for far too long than what was normal. A small tint of pink crept up her face before the healer chuckled, focusing on the largest cut on his torso. "Dis scars show all da trials ye went through and, most importantly, won over. It shows how strong y'are, Sentinel. Yer a strong person, y'know? Oh, and ye damn well know dat I ain't talkin' about no physical strength." She laughed heartily, looking up to his eyes that reflected cosmos and quasars under this starry, starry night. "I also have me own scars and I guess ye be seein' them soon. Not all scars ar' on da flesh, y'know?"
The girl realized that she was already talking too much about stuff that she had little experience with and decided that she came here not to tell her own tale but to hear the story of someone more important than she was. "But, I wud just like to say dat... I'm really happy fer yer trust in me. I know it ain't easy to tell yer story to a woman in bloodstained robes who had carried a tray of earl grey and, to add to that, invaded your privacy. But, know that I am grateful... for everything." Rhea grinned, exhaling a large amount of air. "Yer a good person, Sentinel. Dun let anyone be tellin' ya otherwise." | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,646 | 1,361 | 38 | 2,323 | 262 | The invitation to the kitchen was welcomed and appreciated. While she saw pizza as extremely overrated there was no way she could turn it down, because pizza is pizza and delicious at the end of the day. She walked into the kitchen, lazily discarding her wine glass on a counter. Being the ferocious eater she was, she dashed to the boxes to quickly secure several sausage slices for her own. Is that a tongue twister? There was like five 'S''s. She didn't need to be so aggressive either. It was ten boxes worth of pizza. That should be able to withstand a group of hungry teenage heroes for at least a little while. Right?
It looked like good pizza, but how could she know? Ariel had never been to this pizza place in Nevada. It was Nevada, for crying out loud. "Is there any cheesy crust? Is this - is this cheesy crust?" she raised her pizza slice and waited one unbearably long starving second for an answer. She wasn't provided one so she just sunk her teeth into the crust of one of the sausage slices to find out. There wasn't any, at least not on that particular slice. Maybe it was just that box... Hopefully. Cheesy crust is delicious. Rufus then threw out an open challenge to Guitar Hero. Ariel's extreme competitiveness started biting at her, but she was so pitifully bad at the game she was almost walking in to a landslide defeat.
"I would play but, I'm not anything special at it. I'm good at like, every other game though. Ever." | | NAME: |
Ariel "Ari" Williams
| ALIAS: |
Whirlpool
| ABILITIES: |
Hydrokinesis - can create, shape and manipulate water, create floods, manipulate tides, generate larger waves and whirlpools. Subsidiaries include hydrokinetic flight, the ability to walk on water, and the ability to purify unclean water.
She does not have to be close to a body of water to use her powers. She can pull water from the air, or from plants in the ground.
Water Solidification - the ability to control water molecules to construct weapons, walls, and other things.
Aquatic Respiration - the ability to breathe underwater.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Ari has difficulty manipulating larger bodies of water(large ponds, lakes, oceans) and is extremely exhausted after doing so.
- Ari has to take a few minutes to transition from breathing air to water, and vice versa.
- Susceptible to electricity and her powers can be contradicted by a fire or ice manipulator if she's not smart
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ariel's stormy blue eyes matched the color of the hostile ocean waves thrashing against the hull of the cruise ship. She chewed her lip nervously. She was way too old to be dolphin watching, particularly when it would be rare for an animal to surface in such poor conditions. The only way she would see one is if the sea was calm. "Oh, what the hell, this is my domain anyways," she bragged nonchalantly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the water around her, imagined it calming. A tugging sensation in her gut told her that the action was a success, she opened her eyes to gentle waves bouncing off the hull.
There were surprised murmurs and a few tried to start a clapping ovation for the sudden change of tide. Some shirtless guy nearby tried to crack some bad joke that Ari could barely hear thanks to his drunk mumbling but the girl accompanying him giggled.
"They're all idiots," Ari sighed and rubbed her temples before going back to sightseeing. She should be spending time with the extremely handsome — not to also mention stupidly rich — boy that is responsible for her being on the Carribean getaway. But he was screwing around on the lower levels, and there was nothing greater that Ari could do but observe and admire that beautiful ocean. Nothing, no matter how sexy, could distract her from the breathtaking view she was enjoying. She felt so at peace, encompassed by all this water.
It was only a couple more hours' time until the cruise was scheduled to dock back in Florida. Then all of this... paradise would be over. Then she would have to head back to San Francisco, where she lived. "San Fran isn't all that bad," she said to herself, seeing the outline of Florida in the distance.
| NOTES: |
- Arrogant, foul-mouthed and agitating but ironically sensitive
- 18 years old
- Aquatic animal geek, obsessed with dolphins and sharks. These obsessions show that she can be a kid at heart but are really the only times her arrogant demeanor will be broken. |
50,647 | 1,361 | 39 | 307 | 2,322 | Things go to hell pretty damn quick after my bit of acrobatics, Superboy tackling Lobo outta the restaurant and down the street. Great work Kid Krypton, divide and conquer! Just, that's not quite how it works genius. I can just make the two heavyweights out, crashing through buildings in an orgy of violence. Can't tell from this distance if there's anyone in those buildings, though even if there aren't I hope they've got house insurance. All I know is I ain't paying for that.
Before any of us can chase them down the real cavalry arrive, the Justice League in all their mighty splendor. They make pretty short work of Lobo before sending us home, pretty unceremoniously. I'd be tempted to call them glory hogs, though the truth is we haven't really covered ourselves in glory here. One foe got away, the other one was allowed to cause extreme levels of property damage, damage that we contributed too, and then the grown ups had to come and clean up our mess? Great work team.
We start trudging back into the T-Wing, though after I've grabbed the remains of Lobo's shotgun. Not sure if I was allowed to have it, so I covered myself by just not asking. Better to ask forgiveness than beg permission, I always said. As I'm walking up the ramp into the plane I turn to glance back at the battleground, and as I'm scanning I meet the Batman's gaze. We stand there, wordless, just watching each other. But just for a second, before we break the connection. Break it quick, before anyone see's. Before anyone figures out my secret.
The atmosphere in the T-Wing is quiet on the way back, each of my teammates silently obsessing on what had happened, where things had gone wrong, what they could have done differently. I sit pretty quiet too, but were the others are looking pretty damn glum, I can't help a smile forming. Pretty soon they'd all start playing the blame game, fingers getting pointed and accusations getting thrown around. It was inevitable really, especially when teens were involved. Nothing is ever their fault, especially not when it is.
Today wasn't my fault either, but that's beside the point.
I pare off from the rest of the group when the plane touches down. I got things to do, and I have a feeling that Rose is just about to give us a bollocking anyway. Not like I need to be there for that. Nah, it'll probably be Superboy she gets pissy with. Fair enough, in my books. He thinks he's the strongest teen in the universe, he should be capable of shouldering his portion of blame. Maybe she can tell off Rufus for being a presumptuous prick afterwards.
I walk to my dead drop location, three-quarters of a mile away from the Tower. It's a pretty non- descript place, just a small clearing in a copse of stunted trees, nothing to recommend it but a tangle of thorn bushes and a couple big rocks. I was careful to make sure I wasn't followed, though I get the feeling I didn't need to be. Everyone's so concerned with how badly the mission went that they just don't have enough concentration left to wonder where I've gone. That and they're teenagers. Teenagers are so self absorbed that it makes performing clandestine black-ops around them pretty damn easy.
I stash my pilfered shotgun in the dead drop, under an old rock. My 'benefactor' will find it there on his next collection. I'll request that he uses it to develop me a gun with a bit more *oomph*, see if I can't level the playing field a little. He's not a fan of guns, my contact, though I think he'll understand. He know what it's like to be a human standing amongst Gods.
That done, I amble back towards the Tower. I get back just in time to find them all cracking open the booze. This is more like it, Teenage alcoholism! Adonis offers up the booze, before cranking up the stereo. I turn him down, though it does take some doing.
"Sorry handsome, not big on eating or drinking from a shared fridge. You just never know where some people's hand's have been." Not that I'd mind getting a bit better acquainted with some pairs, I think, as the Godling starts to sway to the music. Nah, I've got some harder liquor of my own, smuggled into my room. I'll grab some of that later. For now I'm happy to light up another smoke and watch the others.
Watch and learn. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,648 | 1,361 | 40 | 793 | 1,516 | I trust you about as far as I can throw you.
Isaac quipped as Rhea put her hand on his cheek. The act was probably meant to keep Sentinel calm, but all the gesture really managed was making Isaac's cheeks flush. Holdings hands was one thing. The whole 'caressing your face' part? That was another thing entirely. Like, slow down girl. The world isn't ending any time soon. Isaac returned the smile in an effort to hide his discomfort at her touch. He supposed this was his fault, grasping at her hands like he did. Gotta live with the consequences, Isaac guessed. 'Course, things became much more heated when she kissed him on the forehead. Moving very fast, indeed! Luckily the shows of affection soon passed as Rhea went to work fixing Isaac's newest battle scars. He tried to pay attention as she explained how her powers worked. Isaac really did. But there was something bothering him. A tingling at the back of his neck. An itching at his mind. An intuition, warning him of...Something. Sentinel didn't know what. But the feeling was eerily similar to what he felt the day his mother had died. A warning from a higher power, perhaps? Isaac decided to investigate as best he could.
He opened his ears up first, fine tuning his hearing to detect even the slightest sounds within the tower. Music. An accelerated heartbeat. Who's was it? Isaac listened to the frequency more carefully. That was definitely Sandstorm's ticker going off. Heh, he must be watching Ariel flirt with Evan.
Footsteps. A door opened. Where was Accelerate heading off to?
Justin was talking to himself. Sentinel quickly blocked Thermo's self-chiding out. He knew what it was like to need a moment to yourself. Heck, Sentinel had come up to his room for just that. Isaac made a note to himself to talk to Justin more; maybe they had something in common.
Another door just opened. Now who could that be? Sentinel looked behind him and downwards, activating his X-Ray vision. Simone was coming in. Where'd she been? Probably out for a smoke. That girl was going to ruin her lungs if she wasn't careful. Whatever. Isaac shouldn't be worrying about her health, when she didn't worry about anyone else's.
Sentinel turned his attention back to Rhea. He'd observed everyone's actions within the tower in the span of about two or three words. Super senses definitely had their uses. Isaac could do and see whatever he wanted, and no one could stop it. No one would even know. Quite a bit of power over everyone else, if you really thought about it. Sentinel was nearly omnipresent when it came to things inside and around the tower. Sentinel saw all. He heard all. Sadly, he also smelled all. Heh. Maybe everyone should invest in lead lined underwear.
"Oh, no. You're fine. There isn't much that can gross me out. Having you inside me is a nice sentiment." By Rao, that sounded better in Isaac's head. Maybe she wouldn't notice. That's not what Isaac meant at all.
Never stop holding his- Oh. They're still holding hands. Isaac barely even noticed. Was that a problem? That was probably a problem. "Beautiful, huh? That's a new one." Grant had heard plenty about his scars. Most of the time, people thought they made him even scarier. Or more of a badass. But beautiful? That was definitely new. She probably had some deep insight into her comment. Yep, there it was. Isaac mulled over what she meant between each word. With his enhanced mind and reflexes, the young Kryptonian had more time than he knew what to do with. What were merely seconds for other people were like minutes to Isaac. He'd gotten used to the time gaps almost as soon as he had his powers (probably a side effect of how they were applied) but it was still a bit strange. So much time to think. Thinking wasn't always a good thing; especially not for Isaac. He usually ended up digging himself into an emotional sink hole, making things worse with assumption after assumption.
Ha. Strong. Sentinel was far from strong. He might be able to bench press an aircraft carrier, but he was the farthest anyone had ever been from strong. His mind was like a raging storm, never truly calmed. He overreacted to everything. He held on to his past, everything that had gone wrong in his life, and let it fester and boil inside. All that was wrong with the world was what fueled Sentinel's rage. That one, powerful emotion overshadowing all of Isaac's other feelings. He knew happiness, but he rarely found it when all he could see around him made him so angry. Isaac was emotionally weak. Prone to random spouts of explosive anger. He could barely control himself. Physically, he was even weaker. Bench pressing an aircraft carrier? Child's play. Superman has moved planets. Running at mach 2? The Flash perceives things in less than an attosecond. An attosecond! That's the amount of time it takes light to travel the length of a single molecule. And he can see that. Who is Sentinel, standing next to these...These gods? He was nothing. A speck of dust. A single grain of sand. History would not long remember the Teen Titan Superboy wannabe, who spent his life brooding on a rooftop.
Rhea's laughter broke up Isaac's internal brooding session.
"I also have me own scars and I guess ye be seein' them soon."
Huh?! Di- Is- She- W- But- I- Uhhhh. Uhhhhh. Okay, what in the name of all that is good and holy is she talking about? Is she going to take off her shirt to-
"Not all scars ar' on da flesh, y'know?"
Oh. I'm an idiot.
"But, I wud just like to say dat... I'm really happy fer yer trust in me. I know it ain't easy to tell yer story to a woman in bloodstained robes who had carried a tray of earl grey and, to add to that, invaded your privacy. But, know that I am grateful... for everything." Rhea grinned, exhaling a large amount of air. "Yer a good person, Sentinel. Dun let anyone be tellin' ya otherwise."
D'wahhhhh. How sweet. Totally, completely and utterly wrong, but sweet. Rhea...such innocent. Such confidence in a total stranger. She was a better friend than Sentinel deserved. He's not a good person, and he knows that. Isaac's a bloodthirtsty, hate-filled psychopath who's accepted his role in society. He's going to kill all the world's Bizzaros, Jokers and Lex Luthors. Sentinel wouldn't stop, either, until every last murderer and villain was dead. Rhea definitely deserved someone better than a raging vigilante. She needed a real hero. Someone like Microbat or Accelerate or Sandstorm. People who would care about her, who would protect her with their lives. Not Sentinel. Sentinel was meant for something else. Love wasn't on the agenda.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks. Anyway, I'll continue my little story."
"Right, well. Dad used to beat me. I don't want to get into the gory details, but some of these scars? He gave me those before I had my powers. My tenth birthday, I was sleeping over at Uncle Nelson's mansion. When dad came by to pick me up, he couldn't walk straight. So I knew things would be bad. I was sitting in the window sill when he drove up in his old pick up truck. I saw him stumbling toward the front door when I saw this bright light shooting across the sky. I'd heard that people liked to wish on falling stars. That...That they were magic. I was a stupid little kid, so I decided to make a wish. I wanted to fix my life. Bring back my mom. Save my dad from himself. When I was ten, my absolute favorite superhero was Superman. I thought he could do anything! So I looked at that star..." Sentinel look down at Rhea, smiling from ear to ear. His eyes shined with passion as he looked down at her. "And I asked to be like Superman."
Isaac's elation dissipated as he continued to tell his story. But an inkling of that joy, that love, was still there. "I confronted my dad that night. I felt invincible. I told him that he needed to stop drinking. That he needed to stop being such a jackass. I wanted my dad back. I wanted the man who raised me, who vowed to love me until the end of days, to return. Then he punched me in the face." Sentinel laughed. "He broke his wrist just hitting me."
"I gave up on my dad right then, and left. He couldn't stop me. I was Superman! Nobody could stop me! I took all of my things and packed them into a bag and left. I wandered around the United States for a while, using my powers to help people. When I found myself in Coast City, I met my first Justice Leaguer. The Green Lantern. He introduced me to Superman after I told him my story. The rest is history, I guess."
Isaac sighed. It was nice to get that all off his chest again. He'd told a couple of people, but never anyone as close to his age as Rhea. It was nice to have someone in the tower that he could confide in, even if it didn't last.
"Hey Rhea?" Isaac asked after a moment of silence. "If you ever need to talk, you can come to me. This was nice. It's been awhile since I've felt this good." Sentinel took a deep breath before closing his eyes and lying down. Content. There's that word again. It seemed to be cropping up a lot during this conversation.
The rapid sound of feet approaching the tower entered Sentinel's super-ears. Accelerate was back, it would seem. He sounded heavier. What'd Rufus bring back with him? A body bag? No, too light to be a person. A subtle sniff from Isaac's nose answered told him that Rufus had brought pizza. Mmmm. Isaac had always loved pizza. Sentinel didn't need to eat, but he was physically capable. And food tasted pretty good. In all actuality, he could probably eat as much as he wanted with no repercussions. Sentinel didn't need to go to the bathroom since his body would convert all of the pizza into extra energy; even the stuff that would be deemed useless to a human being.
"Hey, Rhea? You hungry?" a mischievous smile crossed his face as he asked her. A moment later, the intercom went off as Accelerate called an emergency meeting in the kitchen. Then Isaac disappeared. A flurry of wind kicked up the bed sheets as Isaac raced up stairs to the dining area. He briefly appeared, shirtless, in front of the rest of the titans. He reached for the pizza before facepalming. "Ugh, how rude." Isaac chided himself aloud as he disappeared down the stairs and into the dorm area. He reappeared next to Rhea. Scooping the healer up in his arms, he left for the kitchen again. He arrived in just a moment, setting Cell down in the midst of everyone else. Isaac briefly realized he was acting a bit out of character. But, he was feeling particularly happy tonight. For the first time since he met the titans, actually.
Sentinel dug into the pepperoni, mushroom and olive pizza. He grabbed himself a slice before taking a seat on the counter. He took a single bite, swallowing in one gulp. "Someone's at the door." He commented. A second later the doorbell rang. "They're gone now." These enhanced senses were the bomb. The pizza was pretty good, too.
A cardboard box sat outside the tower door. A note, written in plain English was tapped to the top of the box:
Superman asked me to pick up Sentinel's costume so he could fix it at the Fortress later. He's dealing with flooding in South America at the moment, so he's kind of busy. I had two and a half seconds, so I decided to sew it back together and deliver it myself! PS: I took a slice of the sausage pizza while you were all busy. Faster Than Light, ya know? Take care.
With love, | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,649 | 1,361 | 41 | 1,676 | 1,195 | Make some paper wings and learn to fly
If there's no tomorrow
Burn your paper wings and say goodbye
After making the Czarnian bleed, I took a retreat, a slight pause to reassess the situation. Little had changed, but with as many factors as were present it couldn't hurt to just know what was going on. I could've threw in another shriek, or something of the sort, but I didn't feel like upsetting our grounded Kryptonian friend, or amplify what angst I'd already nursed. He wouldn't be killing anyone. That would be sufficient for now.
Quite quickly my teammates wrapped Lobo in a jacket of sand. It was my folly to assume that Sandstorm's grip would hold. It would not.
Lobo's shotgun blast did a number on my wings. The scattershot hit us all more or less, but my arms, with the leather-esque flaps, had been outstretched. Thus I was grounded for a while. I felt energy blasts melt through my wings, thinning them out before burning like wax, a plastic bag over a match. The holes in my skin stretched out, growing like a black hole until they reached their thin, bony base at my arm.
I tried to swoop over as soon as I could feel my arms, pull Pistolera to safety. But she didn't need my help. That much was clear.
Under different circumstances, I would've took to the skies and pursued Sentinel and the bounty hunter. But he was so furious, he probably would've pushed past any agony I set before him. He's strong, physically and emotionally. We're not equals, not even close. Between the impossibility that was presently flight and my own respect for the math he'd done, saving the ten of us at the cost of one life, he's got guts. I wouldn't go that route, but who says he can't? The law someone else chose? The one we never agreed to abide by? We were born into a world carved into someone else's image.
Laws written before superheroes came out of the woodwork and alien menaces could come out of nowhere can't apply to the math that thousands of lives are greater than one.
Ducking under a table, I rolled in a puddle, ending the burn. The fire and smoldering was quenched, but would you look at me? I'm a freak, damp, cold, bruised, tired, alone really... A shapeshifting nightmare someone else made me into, the only reason anyone cares who I am is because I can fight and look cool. If I was normal, if I could be a nobody, I'd love to. This can't last forever. I promise it won't.
It's not self-pity. Just acknowledging what I've become. Nonetheless, it's enough for now.
Changing back, receding my long fingers and drawing my hands in, I see my skin for the first time in days. The burns move to under my elbow, a few on the outside of my ribcage. It hurts to move.
I asked myself what the others are doing.
Who am I kidding? I don't care.
Under the table, I had a moment to myself. My reflection was staring back at me from the dark waxed floor. Just seeing my face without the snout makes me want to cry. No one's coming my direction, I click my tongue for a split-second sonogram. Yep, no one's coming. Just a moment to myself.
I don't want them to come either. They all agree we're not friends. I'm not afraid of losing any of them. None of us are immortal, except possibly Evan. It's not a matter of "If they'll die," the question is "when?". One day I'll lose every one of them. They may as well die by my side. Whether we're friends or not, I'll remember them. Not sure if anyone feels the same about me that's still alive.
Running my hand through my long brown hair, I feel the thick, slick mop sogging and laying down. My green eyes are actually covered, just barely, by the bronze bangs. It was a peaceful moment.
It had to end though. So I sat up at the table and morphed back. I could hear the distant ruckus, but I couldn't really do anything about it. I'm not Superman, or Sentinel for that matter. I'm not Rufus, I can't be everywhere at once. I don't wish I was either.
I just walked in that direction.
So I listened to Sentinel's speech, Lobo's arguments, Superman's intervention, and all of it. And the silence as we rode back to Titans Tower.
I'm hardly the social type. Not that I'm an introvert, just uncomfortable. Being kidnapped, isolated, experimented on, dropped into death matches, and forcibly deified took that from me.
Crawling off the T-Wing was the lead-in to what I knew would be a long evening. Who's fault was it? I don't care. We didn't really do that bad. If the army stepped in, I can almost guarantee they would not have been able to do better. The great and powerful Justice League was too slow to respond, so we stepped up to bat.
Rose wanted us to just "be teens," like that means anything. The term teenager was born in a marketing department not long ago. We're just people. In Sparta I'd already be a legal adult.
I watched Sentinel creep off to his room, lonely. We can talk later. I'd comfort him, but I'll give him time. I'd have stood up for him earlier, when the League was chewing him out, but I won't push him to be a killer. I'm sure that he wouldn't be able to stop at one. It wouldn't make sense to stop there either.
I moved to my room to enjoy the quiet of isolation, that and my clock ticking. Avoiding the shattered glass from my chandelier, I found myself restless. I'm not one for drinking, but I felt compelled to join in on the teenaged debauchery and maybe jumpstart some drunken revelry. Sure everyone here may be strong, but I'm scary as hell when people are drunk.
Before I went in that direction though, I remembered, I don't have a clock in my room. The ticking wasn't even in my room. So I listened more closely.
Bat-Boy they call me, and she thinks no one can hear her sneak away. I don't need to follow, I can track her without raising a hand, but my window helps. Call me paranoid, but I can't help but baselessly and aggressively distrust these teenaged warriors, especially the only one who has more in common with an assassin than a superhero. Hot? Yeah, she's a hot girl. And I'm a boy. Now, I may be a stupid teenaged boy, but I'm not a stupid teenaged boy.
When she came back she went to the kitchen with the others. Rufus was setting up for a game of Guitar Hero. Rufus is an arrogant prick, but he's also the only person here besides Madam Missile who can plan ahead for tribulation without panicking. That teenaged debauchery may not be so bad with Pistolera, but I can't compete with the Greek jailbait hosting the shindig.
"I'm down for some Guitar Hero," I'm pretty good at it anyways. I have a thing for the once dead franchise. "Rufus, it'd be Kim Possible for me to get any less than four stars on the original series." | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,650 | 1,361 | 42 | 530 | 302 | Dun worry. Rhea retracted her hands, finally finishing the healing process. "I'll talk to ye if I need help so dat ye can be da one to cheer me up." The girl slumped back on the bed as well, feeling the exhaustion of having depleted many of her own cells. "I haven't healed anyone dat intense ever since..." Dane's bloodied face appeared in her mind; that fateful night of December 24, eleven fifty-nine, 59 seconds, 99 milliseconds. Tears threatened to stab at her eyes which Rhea hid quite so quickly with a chuckle. "Years ago." the healer giggled for a while, gazing up at the ceiling which seemed to be more interesting at this moment than the teapot of earl grey. It seemed that Sentinel's past had been riddled with far more complexities than she would have ever imagined. It didn't take a genius to know that he wanted to be just the man who he wished to be on that star. He must have been living under the Man of Steel's shadow all this time. After all, Sentinel did wish to be like Superman. Finally, after what seemed like ages, Sentinel inquired whether she was hungry and, before she could reply, the boy had carried her in his arms at a speed faster than what the squirming healer was used to. Rhea, due to the surprise, had tightly coiled her arms around his neck, hanging on for dear life as she swore that her very cells were left behind on the staircase. Then, Sentinel set her down and, after wobbling, Rhea burst out in a series of soft laughters. "Yer lucky I din't git no whiplash." the woman smirked before dragging her feet to the kitchen, not wanting to be caught in the tomfoolery of her team who seemed so lively than usual.
Still, with the party atmosphere at full blast and the pizza looking sexier and hotter than the demigod who was hosting the party, Rhea decided that she could, at least, try to make the night enjoyable for them. With her skills in the kitchen, Rhea brought out some of their remaining chicken wings, intending to make some spicy wings for the titans. As the boys and girls (Whirlie, cough) began bragging of their skills in some guitar... hero... apparently, Rhea rolled her eyes albeit a smile crawled on her face. God knows what Guitar Hero is but if it means they can smash guitars against a huge monster, then, the healer had no intention of participating. After all, there just so many strings you can pluck before you go whammy all of a sudden, if that ever made sense. If there was something that Rhea prided herself upon, it was her cooking and when the spicy wings were as hot as the demigod... Wait, what? "I must be goin' bonkers..." she couldn't help but smile. If she was feeling these kinds of attraction, then, it means that, for once, her mind had been eased away from her nightmares.
After placing the wings on a medium-sized plate, Rhea strode over to the treasure that was pizza and placed the plate beside it. Of course, hard work like this required payment and since Rhea was a merciful goddess, pizza would have to suffice. As she happily munched on the delicacy, she took a seat while looking at the titans, no, teens, who were, at least, enjoying the night after what seemed as a first time failure. A relaxed smile formed on her lips, observing the grins and smiles of each of her comrades. If only the world would be as simple as this, if only... Everyone seemed to be sparkling tonight but whether it was just the fantasy-like atmosphere created by laughs and jeers or the pizza, Rhea didn't want anything else but for this moment to last just a little bit longer; after all, before anything else, they were Teens before Titans. Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a person who was already in the kitchen. "Oh, Hatty! It's you. I almost din't see none of ya." Rhea grinned as she looked at what the magician had prepared. "Cereals, huh? Oh, and I guess I ain't da only one who don't like drinkin' wine." Suddenly, she looked down at her hands, realizing that she had left her gloves in Sentinel's room. "Well, I'll just have to git it from him tomorrow, then. Still, I guess he could heat up the remainin' tea wid his heat vision and stuff."
As Rhea shuffled through her robe, she pulled out the torn 'S'. A relaxed sigh escaped her breathing, a knowing smile taking residence. "I'll be takin' dis as a token, then." she mumbled to herself, tucking the cloth back into her robe. Her eyes went back to the magician and with pleading eyes, she relayed her intention. "Ye wouldn't know how to magically summon earl grey tea here, wud ya?" | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,651 | 1,361 | 43 | 1,617 | 689 | Aet Yerg Lrae With a puff of smoke a small white porcelain tea cup appeared on a white costar. The cup filled with the tea and smoked from heat. "Be care full its hot." He said as he finished his cereal.
After guitar hero was put on, Zane watched with amusement. He wanted to go play but he didn't really know how approach the other team members. Zane always thought that his teammates were uncomfortable around him. Or maybe he was just being weird, Zane didn't know anymore, for now he just wanted to enjoy the night.
He was worried about Sentinel though. He had been cut pretty deep, and he was off licking this wounds. He looked at Rhea, she was brave enough to go talk to him. "So how is Sentinel, he got thrown under the bus pretty bad.?" He asked her with genuine curiosity. | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,652 | 1,361 | 44 | 2,011 | 465 | Grounded.
Grounded.
Grounded?!
Gem was furious.
They were Teen Titans. She could build a warhead out of cardboard and tape, and her sister could make it strong enough to level the moon and take out Superman if he got in the way, and just because she'd had an 'episode' - god forbid that constantly seeing how to turn everything into a WMD would occasionally become a bit stressful - they, the both of them, had been grounded. Confined to the dorm floor, barred from missions, taken from quarters to training and back again. Escorted.
"You can't make nuclear explosives from cardboard, Gem." Sia said, reclining on her bed. She didn't even open her eyes. "And I don't have the time in my life to hold a WMD until it vaporizes the Man of Steel." She sighed, crossing her legs and bringing her hands behind her head. "Quit pacing."
"How did you know what I was thinking? You're not doing that freaky twin thing again, are you?" Gem said, brought out of her tantrum by her sister's words.
"No." Sia replied, smiling. "You were muttering. You mutter too loud. Go stew if you have to but be quiet, at least."
Gem just huffed. Sia said nothing, and for a few seconds, it was peaceful.
"But we're GROUNDED." Gem yelled, and Sia opened her eyes this time. No use anyway.
"Yep."
"And we're TITANS."
"Uh-huh."
"And we didn't even do anything wrong!"
"That's a matter of perspective."
"They just went on a mission without us!"
"Mmmhmm."
Gem sat on the floor, crossing her arms. "It's not fair."
"Wrong." Said Sia, standing up and walking over to her sister. She held a hand out and Gem looked at it sullenly, before accepting it and pulling herself up. "We have to learn. That's why we're here, after all. The world needs protectors, and that's what the Teen Titans are for, but sometimes we need protecting as well. You don't realize how wired you get when you're stressed out, Gee, and that leads to episodes, and that leads to bombs." Sia put her hands on Gem's shoulders. "We're not grounded, that's just what Rose called it so she wouldn't seem nice. It's a vacation." Gem sighed, and Sia pulled her into a hug.
"If you say so, Si." Gem conceded, returning the embrace.
"I do. Now be quiet so I can rela-"
There was a rumbling as the T-Wing returned, and Gem and Sia heard echoes of Rose chewing out the team. There was the sound of breaking glass, then they heard Sentinel's dorm door open and slam, and then there was a knock at their's, and Rose opened it.
"Your team is back. You're un-grounded. But the team's on orders to take some downtime. You guys are the newest - so get to know your teammates. They're upstairs."
Gem pulled out of the hug, and looked from Rose to Sia, and then gave Sia a grin that almost frightened her. She shot past Rose and up the stairs.
"Thanks, Rose." Said Sia, sincere.
Rose didn't say anything before she left.
Sia joined Gem upstairs. She'd already grabbed a beer, and was sat watching the Guitar Hero proceedings. Sia settled for a can of cola, and stood behind said sofa.
"Dibs on next game. Winner stays on?"
"Si, you only say that because you always win." Gem said, smirking at her sister while playing air-guitar to the riffs coming from the TV.
"Because I'm good, Gee. Natural talent."
"I'm not sure superpowers count as talent, hun'." Gem remarked, pushing playfully.
"It's not my fault those controllers are so simple. Things practically play themselves."
"They do after you've been holding them for a few minutes." Gem said, and Sia threw her hands up in defeat, walking away as Gem remained.
Sia stopped beside Pistole-Simone. Man, really gotta learn actual names.
"So..." She started, unsure of her words. Simone was rather...imposing. "...how was the mission? We heard Rose yelling...and apparently we've been ordered to 'take downtime'. That bad, huh?" | | NAME: |
Gemini 'Gem' Trent (Left) & Siamese 'Sia' Trent (Right)
| ALIAS: |
Lock & Load
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Gem (Lock) and Sia (Load) possess unique, but oddly complementary abilities.
Lock's power presents itself as a low-functioning form of technopathy that focuses on creation and, though she'd not care to admit it, warmongering: she is able to take rudimentary resources, such as metal, wire, wood, etc. and craft it expertly into weapons of many functions almost without a second thought. Through this, she is the ultimate combat pragmatist, taking basic components off the battle field and creating a potent tool with which she can triumph over her enemies.
Load, meanwhile, has a separate ability which, while useful in its own right, becomes downright sadistic in tandem with her sister's. Load also possesses a form of technopathy, although one that functions on a higher level than Lock's; Load can hold a weapon or tool in her hands, and instill it with power in order to 'upgrade' the object, directing it to perform its function better, at a higher level, or more efficiently. Load can take a crude shield made from a sheet of metal and survive an RPG, or a roughly-hewn sword and slice through titanium - all she needs is time and energy.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Gem (Lock):
-Builds require resources. Gem only constructs, not creates, so if she doesn't have the raw material, she can't make anything.
-Her builds are only as effective as the material she has allows them to be; refined, plentiful resources will create effective weapons. Crappy materials won't.
-Complex weaponry requires greater amounts of resources, and wider varieties. Weapons are only as complex as Gem's creativity allows her to make them.
-Builds are limited to weaponry only. Gem can't seem to make anything else.
-Builds do not instill innate knowledge on proper usage. No matter what she constructs, Gem is only as effective with it as her training.
-Lock has no power to 'turn off' her ability, and is always seeing ways things can be put together and constructed and mechanized into tools of war. In the field, this is useful; out of it, it can be a little overwhelming.
Sia (Load):
-Upgrades require energy and focus, and take time to ramp up in power.
-Upgrades are lost if Sia loses possession of the item; an upgrade must be constantly fed energy to maintain itself.
-Upgrades require additional energy to manipulate in a specific direction; if Sia wants a shield that is lighter over sturdier, she must focus to push the upgrade that way.
-Upgrades are not unconscious. Sia must intentionally begin an upgrade process.
-Upgrades do not instill innate knowledge on proper usage, unless the upgrade gets advanced to the point of the object being able to use itself. No matter what she upgrades, or what the upgrades do, Sia is only as effective with the object as her training.
Finally, both girls do not gain any extra durability, survivability, strength, stamina, or speed from their abilities, unless they specfically engineer equipment for these uses. They are human, and suffer all the drawbacks of their species.
| SAMPLE POST: |
It was clanking that awoke Sia. Clanking and muttered groans of frustration and more clanking and- Sia rolled over, lifting an arm to check her clock, red LED's glowing harsh. 8:13. Gem had had worse episodes. Sia strained her neck to check the corner of the room where Gem's scrap heap resided. It was less of a heap, now, more of a...mound? Pile? The words still seemed too big. Whatever, it was smaller than it had been when they'd gone to bed. Or at least, when Sia had gone to bed.
"Gem?" Sia said gently, sitting up in bed, carefully prodding her sister. It was important not to startle her in an episode. Who knew what she'd constructed. "What've you been building?"
Gem dropped the scrap that was in her hands and hovered a hand over a pile of odd, near-spherical objects that lay beside her. She picked one up and cradled it in both hands, standing and turning around - Sia could see her eyes were bloodshot, hair greasy and pulled back. Oil marked her face, though Sia couldn't see any cans or containers in the room. How did she always manage that?
"Bombs."
Oh. Good.
"At first explosive!"
Naturally.
"Just plain bada-boom, y'know, bit of gunpowder? But then I saw these," Gem threw her arm behind her and scooped up some metal shavings, "and I thought, what about a dispersal system? Like, a scatter-bomb." Sia nodded along, ignoring her need for coffee. It was best to let Gem talk. "And that got me thinking about dispersal systems in general! SO many different things you can put in a bomb, Si, it's crazy! This one's just the boom, but you've got EMP's, sonics, heat. You just put this there and then that goes around here and then you press this-"
Sia leaped frantically from her bed and nearly tackled Gem in sweeping the bomb from her hands, then fled to the window, flinging it open and tossing the small metal bomb out into the open air beyond. It clicked mid-flight and Sia pushed herself flat to the ground. There was a boom and a rumble and Sia got up, peeking out of the window. There was smoke, and a small piece of metal was vibrating in the wall next to their window, but through the lingering black plume Sia could see small bits of coloured paper fluttering gently in the breeze, starting their fall to the ground.
"Oh, that one was confetti. A celebration-bomb!" Gem said from behind her, cheerful and spacey.
"What were you celebrating?" Sia asked, exerting calm upon herself, turning around to face Gem.
"Well that's for whoever throws it to decide."
Sia tried to respond, but the tannoy crackled to life, and whatever she was about to say was cut off by the icy tones of Rose Wilson, their leader.
"Gemini and Siamese. Attend breakfast. And then the training room."
Sia groaned, rooting through her drawers to find suitable clothing. Gem just grinned.
"Excellent." She said. "I'm starving."
| NOTES: |
-Their parents have a sense of humour. Whether or not it's good is another question. |
50,653 | 1,361 | 45 | 1,676 | 1,195 | I'm good at every other game ever.
P-lease
Inconveniently, being a were-bat required Eric to sacrifice use of his hands for the capability of flight. So he walked over to his room, snatched a t-shirt out of his dresser drawer and morphed into his human form. He slipped the shirt on over his muscular body before throwing his hair out of his face and casually walking to the gathering.
"I volunteer as tribute."
Holding the plastic neck in his hand, he flicked through the song list until he'd found his challenge, Hard difficulty-Hero by Skillet. The song started simply enough, requiring he cover the green, yellow, and red frets. Then it picked up the pace, requiring his fingers to dance across the board, shuffling from end to end as the orange and green notes were spammed toward the shapeshifter.
It ended. A four star rating and the message "You Rock" were bestowed upon the shredder.
"Long time, no see, Gem--Siamese. Whichever one you are. You face me as an opponent," he gave a wide smile while sinisterly squinting his eyes. | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,654 | 1,361 | 46 | 530 | 302 | That. Be. So. Amazin'! Rhea beamed with joy as she took the magic-born cup in her hands. The healer tipped the cup to her lips, taking a delicate sip of the only beverage she would go gaga for. As the tea began to warm her palate, Rhea couldn't stifle a satisfied sigh as she leaned lower than what was usual. "If I be havin' powers like yers, Hatty, I'd just be poofin' up tea like dis evry'day." She said with a grin. "Still, I'm curious. If ye can poof up things like dis whenever ye want, ye could just be makin' diamonds and sell dem 'till you get rich!" Rhea exclaimed before settling down in her seat.
As Hatty mentioned Sentinel, the girl chuckled. "If he was thrown under a bus, da bus would be the one to get wrecked." A hearty laugh escaped her lips. "I dun really know how to put it but... he has more layers dan an onion. He be a good person, Hatty. That I am sure. He may seem to be a handful but, I be guessin' that everyone just needs a wee bit of push in da right direction." Rhea stood up as she finished her tea, washing the magically-spawned porcelain ware. After that was done, her hands softly patted the magician's jet-black locks, a slight chuckle resounding from the healer. "Thanks, Hatty. Wud it be okay to say that... we be friends?" Rhea smiled before yawning timidly. "I be guessin' dat I be needin' to hit the hay. I'm more tired dan usual but... I'm also happier dan usual." Rhea took her leave as she slightly noticed an absent member of their team. Well, a former absentee or... absentees. It was the twins! While the healer was tired, she made sure to spare them her greeting. "Gem, Sia... I haven't seen da both of ya fer the entire day!" Rhea giggled before excusing herself. "I feel a wee bit exhausted. Lez just talk tomorrow, aight?"
Rhea travelled to her room in slow steps, remembering all the memories that had occurred today. Their first blunder, her first friend, her second friend and the wild party that was happening in the poor room. Every single one of them, she treasured close to her heart. Her hands still trembled upon seeing the scarlet stain on her robe but she found courage to face her phobia. How could she have the face to stand alongside her team when she would let a small problem of blood get the best of her? No, she needed to be useful in the future. "As long as I live, none shall suffer." Rhea vowed to herself as she found herself inside her small, humble and warm room. She went over to the chalkboard, focusing on one part of it where multiple items or tokens were attached to its surface. There were key chains and some toys among others. Rhea took out the torn cloth and pinned it to the side of the hung items. "I be guessin' dat it be true, Dane." the woman soliloquised. In Rhea's mind, she believed that no one finds their worth. Everyone is already worth it-- they just need someone to acknowledge their worth. "I was a runt, I stumbled, yes, but Dane didn't deem lil'o me as bein' lost. It was too late fer me to acknowledge my worth but he din't deem me unworthy of saving." Rhea continued with her mumblings. "Das how I feel fer my comrades. Dey might have stumbled but dey ar' not lost. Dey might not have acknowledged der own worth but, I be believin', dat no one is not worth savin'." He is not unworthy of saving.
Rhea took off her robe, sighing as she realized that the blood had bled through the robe and had stained her white nightgown. "Bygones be bygones, Rhea." she mumbled her mantra before taking the gown off as well and throwing the two apparels into the laundry basket. Rhea pulled out one of her new white robes and grabbed something underneath-- another white nightgown. "Dis should be good fer the night." the healer yawned, diving into the comforts of her bed, her fortress of serenity. Her eyes drooped down calmly as she sighed, the lull of sleep ever so near now. She could feel the nightmares begin to stab at her psyche but, for some odd reason, there was a new guardian that prevented those visions to torment her sleep. She knew, oh, she knew so well... that this would be the best sleep in a long time. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,655 | 1,361 | 47 | 936 | 1,012 | {BlackSam | GreenGrenade}
Simone's silent watching was disturbed by one of the twins, Siamese. Maybe the rest of the team hadn't taken the time to figure out a way to discern between the two, but Simone had. When one could make a shotgun outta an orangepeel and fairydust, and the other could turn a popgun into a surface-to-air missle launcher, it paid to be able to tell which was which. And besides, their hairstyles were so drastically different it really didn't take a genius.
Simone made a heroic effort not to sigh at the intrusion before turning to the twin.
"It wasn't great. One hostile gave us the slip while the other nearly drew the curtains on ol' bulletshield over there." She answered, lazily gesturing with her ciggie towards Sentinel in case Sia didn't know who she meant by 'bulletshield'.
The world was spinning, and Luke was at the top. Following the discovery that he was attracted to Evan, he'd decided to process the new info with a variety of different drinks; mead, whiskey and the Australian's best friend, beer, all extracted from the fridge. He could have sworn that that thing was an alcohol dispenser. After a thorough rummage, he was certain that it was all it had. Not that he was complaining. There was a party to be had, and he was going to be its king.
He was feeling confident. No one had anything on him. Accelerate? Luke could beat him in a race any day. Evan? He had nothing on Luke. Compared to him, the guy was nothing but a wet dog. And Sentinel? Well, that guy could go stick his angst somewhere else. No one was going to cramp Luke's style. Not on his watch.
Off in the distance, he could make out someone sitting on a bar stool. They were smoking a cigarette. Who was that? Upon closer inspection, he realised that it was Simonera. Pistolemone. Simone. Whatever. And suddenly, there were two of her. How was that possible? Was he really that drunk? Wait, no. It was one of the Lock and Load twins. Which one, he wasn't sure. He never could tell, and anyway, who cares? She looked cute. He was going to talk to her. Mustering up as much gusto as he could, Luke swaggered his way over there, his chest out and smile wide. The girl on the stool. That's who he wanted to talk to.
"Hey," he said. "I'm Luke. Luke Nelson. I don't believe we've met before." Best pickup line ever.
The second time she was interrupted she did sigh. It was a good one, long and full of her frustration and thinly veiled contempt for the person interrupting her. Cards on the table, she'd practiced sighing, just to get the best bang for her buck. She'd practiced so the sigh would say 'fuck off' without her having too. Though when she looked round and seen just how bleary eyed Luke Nelson was she realized that the sigh wasn't going to cut it this time.
Simone twisted on her stool until she was facing him, taking a deep drag of her ciggie while she did. Then, face to face with Sandstorm, she blew all the inhaled smoke into his face.
"I believe we have met before Luke. I remember not being all that impressed then either."
The smoke blasted into Luke, and it was all he could do not to start coughing. What was this girl's problem? Why was she smoking? As far as he knew, the twins didn't indulge in that habit. He supposed they could have started doing so recently. Oh well. That wasn't what concerned him. What concerned him was the girl's reply. Everyone was impressed with Luke. What made this girl so different? Absolutely nothing.
"I'll have you know that I am a very impressive guy. I can do over three hundred pushups with only a little break in-between. I bet Sentinel can't do that, can he? Hey, did I mention that you have really pretty eyes?"
She had to admit, she admired his tenacity. Not many guys could take a rejection of that magnitude and keep soldiering on. That said, the alcohol was probably helping him. She considered getting up off her chair and leaving, otherwise she'd be dealing with this particular impressive guy all night, but when she went to get up she caught a glance of Evan. Feelings of lust threatened to consume her, bubbling up from deep within her nethers. Her eyes began to trace his golden skin, lingering upon his muscular arms, his chiseled abs, his. . .
. . . Jesus, what was wrong with her! Every time she even glanced in his direction all she could think of was sex. She was better than that, so much better. She refused to be some wilting rose for that arrogant Godling to eventually conquer. She had her own objectives to achieve within this team, and becoming a 'notch' on his bedpost wouldn't help them. Hell, they might just endanger them. No, she had to stop this 'crush', sooner rather than later. Marshalling her all determination and willpower she began to turn in his direction once more, promising herself she'd stay in control this time.
Ten seconds later, flushed and breathing heavily, she was forced to concede that she wasn't going to be able to quit Evan with just willpower alone. No, this would take a different tactic. She'd have to be cunning about this. Come at it from a new angle. But what?
Then it hit her. The answer might be standing right in front of her. She turned sly eyes towards Luke.
"Oh yeah, you're right, you are really impressive Luke. I can't believe I missed it before. So, let's cut to the chase here. What are you looking for?"
Luke grinned. He knew she'd see the light. "I think I'd like some chitty-chitty bang-bang, if you know what I mean?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her. Damn, he was seductive.
Well, well, well. Luke wasn't half as shy as she'd had him pegged. That said, he did have half a brewery running through his veins, so she doubted this silver-tongued lothario was really indicative of who he really was. Still, it meant she didn't have to beat around the bush anymore. See, Luke was going to act as the methadone to her Evan like heroin addiction. A little something to help ween her off the demi-god. At least she hoped it would work like that.
"Well, what an enticing offer. Who am I to turn such an impressive guy down." She rose slowly from her stool, drawing her fingernails languorously across his jaw line. She toyed with sacheting her hips seductively while walking away, but really, what would be the point? The fish was already in the boat, no point baiting the hook anymore.
"Well, you coming lover-boy?" She beckoned, making for the sleeping quarters. | | NAME: |
Bryce Rowan
| ALIAS: |
Wisp
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Ghost Physiology
-Flight
-Invisibility
-Intangibility
-Ectoplasm Manipulation
Recognized as a variable-state form of matter-energy. Its form can range from raw seething energy, a misty vapor, a viscous gelatin, a bundle of fine threads, a living membrane or a fine, fabric-like tissue, that can also be solidified and used for material purposes.
Currently he is only capable of using it its raw energy form molded in the shape of spheres, which he refers to as ghost lights. These spheres can be thrown or even held for melee purposes. When it comes into contact with something other than himself the energy violently releases itself from its spherical form.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
While although he has a ghost like physiology, Bryce is still human. So he can only take the same amount of physical abuse as any other normal human his size. He is still subject to disease and the like. His flight speed tops out at roughly 30 miles per hour. Although Bryce's skill with his intangibility is quite good, he still gets scared of passing through incredibly thick walls and such, he is always afraid that his ability would just turn off and he would die as part of a wall. Although intangible he has difficulty slipping through energy based attacks with his ability, his other weakness is magic, of the spiritual kind, can have great effect on him. His intangibility is limited to only himself but he can share his invisibility with anything or one he touches. The most being three other people, and no one thing bigger than a small car. The energy orbs which he creates can be thrown just as far as he would be able throw a baseball. They can however have their courses just slightly altered after being thrown. He is unaware if he can fly in space or not.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The alleys of Wisp's home city, littered with their fire escapes, the windows some lit and others extinguished, all the refuse scattered throughout, they really lent to the illusion of what the name, a concrete jungle, could allude too. Like every jungle it had its predators, which also meant it had its prey. This night Wisp was unfortunate enough to be the prey. He darted through these alleys, dodging the continued attempts to subdue him by his hostile follower. A small drone roughly the size of a dog, chased his every move as it pursued its prey. Armed with some sort of advanced targeting systems, and two active fully automatic rifles. Bullets whizzed past him at every turn, but Wisp wasn't afraid of bullets, he simply allowed them to pass straight through him as he flew. Being like a ghost it was really as simple as that. What wasn't okay though was the problems that could ensue if this drone actually managed to capture him.
The game of follow the leader was beginning to get old. 'Okay fun is over, Maybe I can lose him and finish this if I get a bit more fancy with my flight.' Bryce stared at the walls that directed the path he flew, although he thought going intangible was simple, it frightened him to pass through objects more than a few feet at most and even then it made him uneasy. Yes the ghost boy was afraid to go through walls, and he'd admit it. Bryce never denied things about himself, he accepted who he was and he was a happier person for it in the end. Sometimes though, the good plans weren't the most ideal. He made his choice and made a sharp left into the wall of what he hoped was an abandoned apartment building, it sure looked like one anyways. For a moment he thought he had actually escaped pursuit, but of course it couldnt be that simple, he really preferred simple. Caught a bit off guard the wall suddenly exploded inwards, shards of rock and some shrapnel of metal launched themselves toward Wisp. He activated his intangibility as soon as he could react to the deafening boom but he still got caught in a few places before he was untouchable once more. He caught a glimpse of some sort of explosives launcher before it disappeared back into the drone, because they just absolutely had to have grenade launchers. Before he was given another moment to breathe, the machine guns were swapped out with two odd looking guns with thin flat rectangular shaped barrels. 'Those dont look like fun toys' as he spoke he could see them begin to glow a blue color. He didnt stick around to see what happened next because he dropped himself through the floor and began to run and leaped into the air and began flying. He glanced back and saw the blue lasers blast through the floor and the drone begin to follow him again.
Now Wisp had lasers to dodge, bad news was he couldn't pass through a laser seeing as it was energy based weaponry. The good news though and Bryce firmly believed that there was always good news though is that he had finally thought of an idea to finish it all. His earlier comment of this being like follow the leader, came back to his head and it had given him his answer. Like his other comment before the best plans weren't always the most ideal plans there were. He took a deep breath, 'If I become part of this foundation I'm coming back to haunt' he took a sharp dive through the floor below him and continued to descend to the basement but did not stop there. He stiffened his concentration and passed though into the solid concrete and soil and looped his way around hoping the drone would be busy attempting to blast a hole to chase him through. As soon as he thought he wouldnt be noticed he popped out of the ground around the hallway from where he had originally dove into the ground. He brought his hands together and slowly pulled them apart and green energy began to well up between his hand growing bigger and bigger the further apart his hands became, until he had a basketball sized Ghost Light in his hands. As fast as he could he rounded the corner and launched his attack at the drone as the drone noticed him it changed targets and propelled straight for him. Luckily its flight AI was not as advanced as its targeting and it flew straight into the ghost light and there was a violent but small explosion of green. Wisp waited for the smoke to clear and walked over to check out the charred remains and saw a small engraved plaque. It said congrats you passed the test. 'Wait, who in the hell was testing him and why?!' Suddenly there was a white eruption of light and then he was out cold.
| NOTES: |
-Very open/accepting about himself
-Loves to help people and make people happy/smile
-Loves to have fun too, always tries to have fun doing whatever |
50,656 | 1,361 | 48 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max would have arrived back at the tower sooner had he not stopped to intervene in a few crimes. First was a mugging and then the second was an assault on a guy by a gang of drug dealers. Up until he had been invited to join the Teen Titans Max had not done any hero work above taking on normal criminals, but he wasn't afraid to start testing out newer waters and combating super villains. How he was traveling to the tower was on his skateboard and the busy streets of the city made it a little more difficult to maneuver in and out of the area. He had been with the Titans for about a week now and every now and then he liked to get out to do some skateboarding. Today he had gotten up much earlier than usual and left the tower on his board.
Some of the civilians recognized him and gave waves while others had strange looks on their faces. He assumed that it was because of his reputation for being possibly crazy with how he did stunts and beat up criminals. Max ignored them and kept on his way to the Teen Titans' headquarters. Upon going through an intersection on the crosswalk, some idiot in car ran the light driving at high speeds and slammed right into him. There were screams of horror at the sight and Max felt intense pain from the impact as he was sent flying off of his skateboard and over the roof the vehicle.
The car came a screeching halt as he landed hard onto the pavement proceeding to roll on the ground several times. He was bleeding in several places and his parts of his costume was torn, but none of bones were even slightly bruised. He was however in a lot of pain and cursed at the retard in the car. Max seriously wanted to take out his bat and smash the man's windshield and dent the vehicle to pay him back, but he chose against such an action and knew that the police would be fining that idiot for such reckless driving. He was glad that only he had been hit because anyone would have been possibly killed.
"Hay dumb ass! It's a called a red light for a reason, you could have killed someone you piece of shit!" he shouted at the driver and then went over to retrieve his skateboard. It still hurt to walk, but he was use to feeling pain thanks to his stunts and powers. Thankfully his skateboard had gone beneath the middle of the vehicle and the wheels didn't crush it. After picking up the skateboard Max felt his healing factor start to ease his pain and repair his wounds. He got back on the board and continued on his way to the tower.
By the time he got to HQ his wounds were almost completely healed, but his costume still had blood stains on it. He entered the T-shaped building and eventually saw his teammates doing what looked like to be drinking and partying.
"Okay.....Did I miss something?" he asked kind of confused as to what had caused them to celebrate. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,657 | 1,361 | 49 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Rose could feel her temper rise as her cheeks began to sting from Jeremiah's comments. Years ago Jeremiah would have ended up with Rose's blade against his throat but now Rose had to set an example. Or at least up until five minutes ago she had to. It had become clear to Rose that neither the Titans nor the League would see her as anything other than her father's daughter.
"You're right Thermo, that's why I just sent my resignation into the Justice League. They'll be finding you a more qualified leader." Rose said as she slipped her mask off. "Oh and do me a favour, go obey my last order at least." Rose added before stepping into the elevator behind her. "See you around kid." The elevator departed with a 'WHOOSH' as Rose entered the hanger before the sound of a motorcycle could be heard from below as Rose took off into the city leaving the Titans behind.
As the party began to turn from drinking and eating to video games, Evan rolled his eyes, deciding that was his cue to break into a senior dorm and use the hot tub. Finishing picking the olives off of the pizza that Rufus had placed in front of him, Evan took the bottle of wine, dropping his pants in front of the new guy before taking the elevator up to the next floor. Without Rose or any of the other senior Titans around the more apartment like rooms around the kitchen were empty. Shoving his fingers into the small crevice between the two doors, Evan pulled the sliding doors apart with a slight grunt as he walked through the empty room before inhaling.
"Smells like Starfire." He muttered to himself, feeling a shiver a pleasure climb up and down his spine. I wonder if she left any of her wardrobe her. Turning on the taps, Evan balanced out the temperature until it was just right and climbed into the tub. Pressing the button on the side, he felt the water begin to bubble as the jets pounded against his back. Finishing off the bottle, Evan put his head back and allowed himself to relax before eventually falling into a deep slumber.
Awakening the next morning, Evan panicked as he looked down at the water. Long coarse hairs floated along the surface as Evan jumped out of the tub, quickly covering his lower torso in a towel.
"C'mon!" He muttered to himself as his anxiety began to grow. "COME ON!" Upon uttering the last words of urgency Evan began to feel the carpet beneath his feet as he looked down to see the chiseled legs and wiggled his toes at himself, signing in relief. Turning to the sink, Evan ran the cold water and splashed it on his face, slicking his hair back as he looked in the mirror. Suddenly his eyes went wide with horror as he raised a hand to his forehead, his finger touching the sharp protrusion breaking through his skin.
"Go away!" He yelled before smashing a fist into the mirror, the glass shattering as it fell out of the frame. "Great, now I have to bury that." He muttered as he bent over to pick up a shard and reexamined his forehead, sighing in relief again.
"Get it together Lover Boy. You are a sexy desirable young man." Evan slapped his cheeks as he brushed his fingers through his hair, styling it into its normal tousled look as he dropped his towel and assumed his usual swagger walking out into the kitchen. Looking around, he had only now began to realize it was odd Rose hadn't woken the team up especially since the clock read nearly five in the afternoon.
"Yo Titans?" Evan called out before pressing the intercom button on the wall, the speakers crackling to life before Evan hesitated upon seeing the message indicator on the monitor flashing. Despite the fact it was Rose's job to take missions, Evan activated the message.
"Calling all Titans, Titans come in!" The voice rang out. "Emergency forces are overwhelmed, unknown creatures are attacking the citizen population, infecting them, their numbers are constantly growing we need back up n... The message cut out in crackle of static as Ewan scrambled for the intercom.
"TITANS! Suit up!" Evan yelled. "Where the fuck is Rose?" He cursed under his breath now realizing that when the likely hungover teens arrived in costume he wouldn't have a plan for them to tackle this new threat. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,658 | 1,361 | 50 | 530 | 302 | She had never slept this good since she had learned of her abilities. Well, she felt good, partly, because she was able to sleep without the nightmares forcing her awake and, well, she was able to sleep longer without Rose screaming orders into her communicator. Rhea sat up in bed with a smile, stretching her arms as a post-sleep activity. Of course, Rhea went through her daily routine albeit with more beam and gleam. Rhea had woken up at around three in the afternoon, marching to the kitchen where she prepared some tea for herself. Sure, she could bother Hatty for that but it would be imposing too much on her newly found friend. It was relaxing though. No Package, No Rose, nadda! For once, she found solace in solitude whilst she wore her white night gown without anyone there to judge or see her. In time, Rhea took her tea to the gardens, enjoying the peaceful afternoon without them fighting or something. Her hands waltzed over to one of the dying flowers, smoothing her pale fingers over its petals. She had always experimented with non-human living things, trying to see if her cells could also cater to interracial healing. There were some disastrous results, like a flower disintegrating instead, but she had trained her abilities through all the disintegrated flowers. On this particular flower, the petals began to sprang back to life. A wide grin escaped Rhea's face as she did a little victory dance with the teacup in hand. She was improving! Little by little, she was becoming better than usual! Sure, she couldn't collapse buildings or burn something to cinders but, hey, this was her progress and she wouldn't want it in any other way.
After she had pleasantly finished her tea, Rhea knew that her great start was just a joke for a bad day. Package's voice roared out of her communicator, apparently panicking about something bad. Oh, it was going to be bad because, one, why was he the one informing them; where's Rose? Two, Package was not his usual 'swaggy' mood. There was a distinct emotion of panic and, dare she say it, fear in his voice. This prompted Rhea to quicken her pace, rushing towards her quarters and hastily putting on a new white robe over herself as she bolted out of her room. Her eyes went over to Sentinel's room, half-wanting to go there to retrieve her gloves but decided against it, Sentinel might be training or something. Yeah, he did mention that he trained on the roof but she would prefer to play it safe than to be a victim of a flying fist that could topple towns. Hurriedly, Rhea ran towards the kitchen. There seems to be a lot of things that are wrong this morning; in hindsight, her waking up in good spirits should have been clue number one.
"Evan!" Rhea called out, the seriousness of the situation prompting her to call the Amazon by his name. "I'm not even gunna ask why ye be da one answerin' da intercom but..." she paused, realizing that the demigod was still naked. "Befur ye tell us to be suitin' up, ye might want to suit up yerself first." the girl huffed out before shaking her head. Oh, she wanted to blurt out 'Where is Rose' but, heck, as if that would help. "What be the situation?" Rhea inquired, pulling down her hood as she looked at her comrade with a stern glare. "Where be Rose when ya be needin' her?" | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,659 | 1,361 | 51 | 793 | 1,516 | Isaac watched his teammates with mild amusement as he snacked on a piece of pizza. Dancing and drinking gave way to intense games of Guitar Hero. He wouldn't be joining them in the festivities, however. Isaac wasn't exactly a people person, and he still felt a bit off about his earlier fight with Lobo. He'd hit the bounty hunter with everything he had and Sentinel had still nearly died. If the Titans' biggest gun couldn't beat someone like Lobo, how in the world were they suppose to get anything done without the Justice League around to pull them out of the fire? Sentinel mused over his teams weakness until he'd finished his pizza. Isaac vanished from sight as he raced down stairs to the ground floor. He came screeching to a halt in front of the front door. Sentinel opened the door and retrieved the package. Huh. Isaac thought as he read the note from Supergirl. How nice of her. Isaac dashed back up the stairs and into his room, dodging around the rest of the Titans on his way. Once up stairs he opened the box and quickly changed into his costume and out of his jeans. As much fun as Grant was having running around without a shirt on, he'd much rather be wearing the colors of his house. Sentinel spun around in a circle as he quickly tossed off his pants and pulled on the Kryptonian ceremonial battle armor.
Sentinel took a moment to look in the mirror. His eyes rested on the 'S' on his chest, a frown forming on Isaac's face.
He didn't feel worthy to wear the symbol of the House of El.
But Rhea was right. Isaac could be worthy. "Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost." Sentinel mumbled to himself. "You just have to try harder." A deep breath later, Isaac turned back towards his door. "Well...Time to be Superman. I guess." Oh boy. Where in the world should he start? "Maybe it'll come to me later." Sentinel said. "Rome wasn't built in a day, as they say." With that, Sentinel raced off upstairs.
Was it weird Isaac was talking to himself? Was that something normal people did? Eh, whatever. He's not aspiring to be normal. Isaac wanted to be Super. Did super-people talk to themselves?
Isaac appeared on the couch, watching Eric finish a round of Guitar Hero. "What'd you blow up this time?" Sentinel asked Gem after Eric finished challenging her to a game. He turned his super-senses to the rest of the room as she stood up and presumably owned Eric's furry ass at the video game. Rhea and Evan both left, off to do whatever it is they do when they're alone. Rhea seemed to be heading to bed, though Eric was going the wrong way if that was what he was planning. The son of Aphrodite dropped his pants in front of poor Stunt Devil as Isaac looked away in disgust. Sentinel turned his attention to Simone, Luke, and Sia. Luke seemed drunk off his rocker an was hitting on Pistolera. Isaac could smell his alcohol breath from all the way across the room. "Three hundred push ups?" Sentinel said semi-quietly, not really addressing Luke. "I can bench press an aircraft carrier." Sandy had some nerve using Isaac's name to flirt.
...
Sentinel's brow furrowed in a combination of confusion and mild anger as Simone actually started to leave with Sandstorm. She must have had some kind of play. Nobody would actually fall for something like that. Right? Or maybe Simone had HIV. Yeah, that was probably it. Why else would somebody want to have sex with that clown?
Ya know, Isaac, Superman wouldn't think something like that.
After the party began to disperse, Sentinel decided to head up to the roof. He didn't need to sleep, so what else would he do but train? He spent the next few hours retrieving his training dummies from the bottom of the ocean. He had to borrow a massive fishing net from a commercial fishing liner to speed up the process. After all, he had to swim more than a mile between the tower and where they'd landed in the ocean. The sun started to come up as Sentinel set back down on the roof of the tower. He'd made quite the racket last night, no doubt, dragging giant promethium blocks around and jumping to the roof and into the water from said roof. While he had the time, Isaac improved his training equipment by replacing the chains with a stronger metal and placing a net on one side of the roof to catch any dummies he sent flying.
With all that done and finished, Isaac started to train. He tried (once more) to improve his hand to hand combat skill. Sentinel practiced his striking as well as some basic grappling maneuvers. Nothing too fancy, due to his lack of formal training, but enough to help him the next time he got into a fight with someone like Lobo. Sentinel also spent some time improving his marksmanship with his heat vision. While Isaac was at it, he tried to come up with more ways to incorporate his freeze breathe into his fighting style to maximize his combat effectiveness.
This continued for a good portion of the day. It wasn't until around five in the afternoon that Sentinel noticed anything else was happening around the tower. Remember how Isaac noted he was practically omnipresent within the tower? He could hear a pin drop at the front door from the roof. He could smell a person's sweat from the opposite side of the island. Isaac was use to the constant thumping of his teammates heartbeats in his ears as they slept. So when Amazon started yelling, he couldn't help but hear it.
"Go away!" The boy had practically screamed. The sound reverberated through Sentinel's skull as he ceased his punching. He glanced down in the direction of Evan's sleeping quarters and activated his X-Ray vision. What was that prick yelling about now? No, wait. Not prick. Person. Superman didn't call his friends pricks...
...Even when they were pricks.
Isaac couldn't see the Amazon. Where was he? Sentinel's eyes flew around the entire building at super speed. He checked every room on every floor in less than a second as he looked for his comrade. Of course, Isaac avoided looking into the girls' rooms as they slept. Anyone else might have peeked. Hell, anyone else would have peeked all the time. But not Sentinel. the 'S' on his chest didn't stand for total shithead.
Ah, there he is. Evan is, no surprise, naked in the kitchen. What had he been yelling about? He probably saw a zit in the mirror when he woke up. Hehehe. What a 'bag.
Sentinel was about to go back to his training when Amazon answered the distress signal. "Calling all Titans, Titans come in!" The voice rang out. "Emergency forces are overwhelmed, unknown creatures are attacking the citizen population, infecting them, their numbers are constantly growing we need back up n..." The message cut out in crackle of static as Evan scrambled for the intercom. Isaac looked towards the city and expanded his hearing and activated his telescopic vision. The city was in total chaos! If Sentinel hadn't dulled his hearing (listening to the entirety of San Francisco gave the young Kryptonian a killer headache) he would have known about this the moment it started. Stupid, Isaac. So stupid. The teen hero took a step towards the edge of the roof with the intent of meeting up with the rest of the team before stopping himself. If Rose wasn't around, as Amazon had said, they wouldn't have a plan. The titans would be scrambling around getting ready while the city was ravaged by some unknown threat. But Sentinel could get there before everyone else.
Isaac activated his communicator. "I can get there without the jet." Sentinel said. "Those people need me now." Isaac bent his knees before leaping into the air. The entire tower shook with the force of Isaac's jump as he went soaring through the air toward the city. He used his enhanced senses to find the largest grouping of police and National Guard forces and guided himself towards that location. There was no time to enjoy the flight as Sentinel worried the team would be too late to help. Where was the Justice League? Bah. Sentinel was all these people had at the moment. Isaac prayed he'd be enough.
The hero slammed into the ground, sending concrete spraying with the force of his impact. He marched past parked police cruisers and APCs and found someone who looked like they were in charge. "Give me a rundown on the situation." He ordered, his voice dripping with livid rage. Someone was going to die today for this. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,660 | 1,361 | 52 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max was both surprised and grossed out when he saw Even take off his pants in front of him and then walked into the elevator. He spent a moment wondering if this could consider inappropriate exposure and also if the police would even take this seriously if tried to call the law. Shaking his head in annoyance at the non-appropriate son of Aphrodite, Max went to his room and decided to turn in for an early night. Missing out on a mission meant that their leader Rose would probably give a scolding and want him to begin the day early tomorrow as a possible punishment. Once in his room he changed into his night clothes all the while thinking about his place on the team.
Max had heard Sentinel talk about being able to bench press an aircraft carrier just before he left the area to go to his room and the thought made him feel inferior. He just had unbreakable bones and a healing factor, no superhuman strength or the ability to leap tall building in a single bound. But Max just concluded that he was in a similar situation like Simone when it came to not having incredible powers. Climbing onto his bed Max thought about trying extra hard to show how great of a crime fighter he could regardless of not having great powers.
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Max awoke earlier than most of the team and he decided that it would be good to get some training and exorcise. He started out with some stretching and then began to do as many pushups as his arms would allow. Max then proceeded to lift weights that he kept in room. Sometimes he preferred to do a bit of personal training alone and in peace and quite. After spending a good amount of time with the weights Max decided to go the training room to use the punching bag and he went to go get dressed in his costume and have his gear on him just in case the alarm went off and they were needed.
Once dressed in his costume Max headed down to the training room and quickly found a punching hanging down from a chain that was connected to the ceiling. He began to lay into the training item and practiced his boxing skills on the bag. With every punch thrown Max tried to go faster with his punches. This was all part of the process of helping keep yourself alive in this kind of work. After a while of hard training Max heard the alert over the intercom and quickly ran towards the kitchen where he saw Sentinel, Rhea and Amazon there as well, the demigod was naked of course and that annoyed the hell out of Max.
Max noticed that Rose was no where to be found, but he thought it would be a dumb question to ask where she was since they probably didn't know either because this was very out of character for her. He walked up to his teammates and before he could say anything Sentinel already took off in the air towards the city. Max expected them to think up some sort of plan before just taking off recklessly, that was something he did, but Max didn't expect his teammates to do the same.
"So does anyone have any bright ideas on what to do once we get to the city? Or do we just wing it?" he asked them wanting to get an answer. He was perfectly fine being really reckless, but he didn't think his teammates had indestructible bones like he did. He had his baseball bat in his hands in preparation for action and waited for his team to be ready to go. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,661 | 1,361 | 53 | 1,015 | 2,826 | Isaac, Eric and even one of the twins had all challenged him, Rufus wrecked house in Guitar Hero for two matches before resigning as the champion, sitting back sipping on a long island tea. The strong alcohol didn't affect him, but he did appreciate the taste of real liquor over beer or wine. They were all far below the legal drinking age, but Rufus could only figure this to be like any other kegger he never really enjoyed. He didn't leave, however. Instead he sat there, quiet and still. Watching everyone else moving around him, he thought about how slow they all were compared to him. Even Isaac as he dashed around the tower almost breaking the sound barrier seemed to move slowly, as if it was slow motion.
What the hell happened to him earlier that night?
The party died down with the other Titans all leaving, Rufus being amongst the last to hit the hay. And as he did he fell asleep almost instantly. His dreams were off his home in Hub City, his mom when he was a kid. Her name had been Monica, and like him she had raven black hair, unlike his father's blond hair. Monica had always taken care of him, endorsed him in his pursue of knowledge and helped him whenever he fell. She had personally shouted at the bullies and at their parents when Rufus was bullied in school. She had loved him with all of her heart. The feelings of love and happiness gave Rufus sound night of sleep.
Monica and Rufus were outside, playing in his dream. It had been out on a field one summer afternoon. Rufus was laughing and running around, his mom called him 'her little ball of energy" as she claimed Rufus always gave her energy whenever she was feeling down. The clouds grew dark and the tone of the dream changed. Rufus was chasing his ball when the rain started to pour and the wind picked up. Turning towards his mother, scared, the little Rufus ran with ball in hand towards his mother, as he came towards her loving grasp the thunderclap rang out.
Waking up with a rush Rufus sat up in his bed, his hands vibrating fast enough to tear through steel. He was hyperventilating and sweating. It was morning and time to get up and his dream was over for now. He got the emergency alarm 'calling all titans'. Rufus grunted, getting changed he heard the boom of Sentinel leaving the tower.
***
The asphalt splattered all around as the kryptonian landed, but he caught all of them as they were on their way to hit several of the police officers. The black and blue speedster looked the 'super' in the eye. "First of all, you're slow." Rufus commented, knowing full well that Isaac was pissed, but he wasn't worried. He knew Isaac couldn't catch him, and even if he did super strength meant nothing against Accelerate. He wanted to make sure Isaac wasn't gonna do a rerun of yesterday's mess. And judging by the rocks he had already sent towards the civilians, the odds weren't in his favor. "Second; Watch it. And thirdly, you good? We have a whole mess here. I talked to Detective Johnson over there" - pointing towards one of the cruisers. "And it's pretty damn bad. Humanoid creatures are attacking the civilians. They're dying."
"I don't think we can go in guns - eyes, blazing. We need a plan, and I don't have one yet. I need you to keep it together. This isn't Lobo, this is much closer to civilians." Rufus admitted, rarely without a plan and even rarer to be willing to admit it. "The others won't be here for a minute, you're the one with the S on your chest, what ya' think?" | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,662 | 1,361 | 54 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC was honestly not expecting what just happened. He expected more yelling or even threats or even a sword one inch away from killing him. All of those would have been better than what Rose just did. She left the team. This is what he gets for talking. He couldn't tell if she was saying that the League was looking for another leader replacement or if they would find him to be the suitable leader replacement. He figured that it was the latter, though it could have been taken either way. He wanted to call after her, but he didn't want the risk of sounding like the Doctor. Yes, he watched TV too. Great. Now how was he going to explain this to the rest of the team? He did as she said and tried to socialize and be a teen with the rest of the team. When he arrived he noticed that they were either drinking, already drunk, and playing Guitar Hero. Normally he would have played and showed them what's what, but he couldn't get his mind off of what had happened.
As time progressed some of the members left to their room, and others went in pairs. Yeah. He couldn't tell them tonight. Some of them were too wasted and probably wouldn't even be able to remember if he told them that Rose had left. JC decided that the best course of action was to try and bring her back before the morning came. He wasn't ready to be the team's leader. How hard could it be to find a girl with an eye-patch in San Francisco? He slipped away and left through the hangar.
JC searched all night for her and had no luck. He found some crimes to stop and did so before continuing his search. She was good. Though anyone could be good at Hide and Seek when they placed no limitations on where they could hide. He came back to the Tower when the sun rose and made his way to his room. He couldn't believe she was gone.
Hours passed and he had only left his room to eat, shower, brush his teeth, and use the restroom. Not necessarily in that order either. He listened to the call for the Titans on the intercom and immediately sprung into action. This would be his first mission as leader or at least that's what he believed. When he left his room he noticed Sentinel heading off without the team and Accelerator disappearing afterwards. Great. Those two were doing their own thing again. No wonder Rose had a hard time.
He arrived at the intercom where Evan and the others were. He pressed it again for the ones still not here and yelled into it, "Get to the Hangar!! Rose isn't here and won't be here! I'll explain on the way!" He then looked down to see that Evan was still naked. "And Amazon get dressed!!!" He yelled into the intercom despite him being right there.
He didn't wait for them and started heading to the Hangar to get to the T-Wing. He didn't know how to pilot the thing, but how hard could it be to put it into auto-pilot? | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,663 | 1,361 | 55 | 2,011 | 465 | Oh. Sia said, sipping her cola. She wasn't sure what conversation she had expected to get out of Simone, of all her teammates, but it was worth a shot. Or at least it would have been, had Luke not arrived and instigated the shortest seduction Siamese had ever seen. It seemed only a few short seconds of Simone putting her back toward Sia in favour of some drunken desert, and then they were winding their way to the dorms.
"Oh." Sia said again, this time emphatically, putting annoyance and incredulity into her voice. Not that anyone was around to hear it. She sighed at herself, and then turned around to lean against the wall Simone had just vacated and watch her sister. She was playing Guitar Hero, awkwardly, holding a beer in her strumming hand and giggling with each missed fret. Her opponent, the Bat, mopped the floor with her, but from here, Gem was having fun. Sia smiled. Gem so deserved to have fun. Gem graciously handed off the controller to the speedster, who'd suddenly appeared - as speedsters are wont to do, Sia supposed - and then giggled some more as she watched the two battle on-screen, fetching a few more beers as they swapped songs and controllers. Sia went to bed while Gem played on, sleeping well on the thought of her smile.
She was woken up by whispering.
"Si. Si. Check it out! Come on, I know you're awake."
"What is it, Gem." Sia groaned, rolling over. Gem was holding out one of the controllers from the game last night. Or, it used to be. In its place was something that shared the shell, but a crude blade had been fashioned out of a long strip of metal and affixed around the edge of the bottom. The neck was reinforced, and wires ran up and down its length, attached to each button.
"Look!" Gem exclaimed, swinging the modified controller up onto her shoulder. She pressed one of the fret buttons - somehow still intact - and the blade sparked. Electric. Gem pressed another button, and the sparking stopped, but the metal began to glow with heat. Of course. "Get it?"
"Get what, Gee." Sia said flatly, already knowing the answer but not wanting to say it.
"It's an axe!" Gem grinned, delivering her punchline with gusto.
"Gemini." Sia replied, and Gem dropped the controller, her face falling. Gemini was only used when she was in trouble. "Why."
"I...thought it'd be funny." The weapon fell to the floor completely, clattering.
Sia didn't have time to respond before the emergency call went out. She looked at her sister. Her sister looked back, hurt and apologetic. Sia sighed.
"C'mon. Armoury."
Gem and Sia stepped into the armoury and suited up. Is was almost their favourite activity. They both favoured lightweight combat armour - stuff that could block a bullet, but wouldn't mess up their mobility. Rose's training had shown them how important mobility was, and with their powers they needed all the extra skills they could get. Dark gear, a few bits of gray digital camo here and there, and only one small patch per outfit: Gem's was a small padlock, sewn onto the right sleeve of the black undershirt she wore beneath her tactical vest; Sia's was a pistol mag with a single bullet hovering above. Beyond that, both vests and trousers contained pockets, clips, sheaths and holsters, from the torso to the back to the arms to the hips to the thighs to the shins to the boots. But only Sia's were filled with anything - a modern, lightweight sword across her back, a rifle to accompany it; a few knives here and there; a pistol loaded with live rounds on her hip, and another loaded with tazer rounds on the other side; and finally, a little gadget knocked up by Rose and her affiliates that had been appropriated: a small, oval-shaped disk, thick and light, and no bigger than Sia's forearm, with a single button in the middle. That one went on her abdomen. Gem's armour stayed empty, apart from a few canisters on a belt that contained resources difficult to find on the field - gunpowder, ball bearings, adhesives. All of Gem's holsters were waiting to be filled. Gemini and Siamese suited up quick; when they left, Lock and Load stood in their place. The hangar was the next destination. They arrived there after Max - 'Stunt Devil' - but not too late to hear his question.
"T-wing it, Devil." Siamese said, Gem staying quiet, a strange mixture of shame and sheer euphoria etched across her face. "Though Rose usually flew." Sia watched as JC ran off toward the plane. "Unless Thermo's feeling brave. Come on!" She said, running after JC to board and strap in, Gem close behind. | | NAME: |
Gemini 'Gem' Trent (Left) & Siamese 'Sia' Trent (Right)
| ALIAS: |
Lock & Load
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Gem (Lock) and Sia (Load) possess unique, but oddly complementary abilities.
Lock's power presents itself as a low-functioning form of technopathy that focuses on creation and, though she'd not care to admit it, warmongering: she is able to take rudimentary resources, such as metal, wire, wood, etc. and craft it expertly into weapons of many functions almost without a second thought. Through this, she is the ultimate combat pragmatist, taking basic components off the battle field and creating a potent tool with which she can triumph over her enemies.
Load, meanwhile, has a separate ability which, while useful in its own right, becomes downright sadistic in tandem with her sister's. Load also possesses a form of technopathy, although one that functions on a higher level than Lock's; Load can hold a weapon or tool in her hands, and instill it with power in order to 'upgrade' the object, directing it to perform its function better, at a higher level, or more efficiently. Load can take a crude shield made from a sheet of metal and survive an RPG, or a roughly-hewn sword and slice through titanium - all she needs is time and energy.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Gem (Lock):
-Builds require resources. Gem only constructs, not creates, so if she doesn't have the raw material, she can't make anything.
-Her builds are only as effective as the material she has allows them to be; refined, plentiful resources will create effective weapons. Crappy materials won't.
-Complex weaponry requires greater amounts of resources, and wider varieties. Weapons are only as complex as Gem's creativity allows her to make them.
-Builds are limited to weaponry only. Gem can't seem to make anything else.
-Builds do not instill innate knowledge on proper usage. No matter what she constructs, Gem is only as effective with it as her training.
-Lock has no power to 'turn off' her ability, and is always seeing ways things can be put together and constructed and mechanized into tools of war. In the field, this is useful; out of it, it can be a little overwhelming.
Sia (Load):
-Upgrades require energy and focus, and take time to ramp up in power.
-Upgrades are lost if Sia loses possession of the item; an upgrade must be constantly fed energy to maintain itself.
-Upgrades require additional energy to manipulate in a specific direction; if Sia wants a shield that is lighter over sturdier, she must focus to push the upgrade that way.
-Upgrades are not unconscious. Sia must intentionally begin an upgrade process.
-Upgrades do not instill innate knowledge on proper usage, unless the upgrade gets advanced to the point of the object being able to use itself. No matter what she upgrades, or what the upgrades do, Sia is only as effective with the object as her training.
Finally, both girls do not gain any extra durability, survivability, strength, stamina, or speed from their abilities, unless they specfically engineer equipment for these uses. They are human, and suffer all the drawbacks of their species.
| SAMPLE POST: |
It was clanking that awoke Sia. Clanking and muttered groans of frustration and more clanking and- Sia rolled over, lifting an arm to check her clock, red LED's glowing harsh. 8:13. Gem had had worse episodes. Sia strained her neck to check the corner of the room where Gem's scrap heap resided. It was less of a heap, now, more of a...mound? Pile? The words still seemed too big. Whatever, it was smaller than it had been when they'd gone to bed. Or at least, when Sia had gone to bed.
"Gem?" Sia said gently, sitting up in bed, carefully prodding her sister. It was important not to startle her in an episode. Who knew what she'd constructed. "What've you been building?"
Gem dropped the scrap that was in her hands and hovered a hand over a pile of odd, near-spherical objects that lay beside her. She picked one up and cradled it in both hands, standing and turning around - Sia could see her eyes were bloodshot, hair greasy and pulled back. Oil marked her face, though Sia couldn't see any cans or containers in the room. How did she always manage that?
"Bombs."
Oh. Good.
"At first explosive!"
Naturally.
"Just plain bada-boom, y'know, bit of gunpowder? But then I saw these," Gem threw her arm behind her and scooped up some metal shavings, "and I thought, what about a dispersal system? Like, a scatter-bomb." Sia nodded along, ignoring her need for coffee. It was best to let Gem talk. "And that got me thinking about dispersal systems in general! SO many different things you can put in a bomb, Si, it's crazy! This one's just the boom, but you've got EMP's, sonics, heat. You just put this there and then that goes around here and then you press this-"
Sia leaped frantically from her bed and nearly tackled Gem in sweeping the bomb from her hands, then fled to the window, flinging it open and tossing the small metal bomb out into the open air beyond. It clicked mid-flight and Sia pushed herself flat to the ground. There was a boom and a rumble and Sia got up, peeking out of the window. There was smoke, and a small piece of metal was vibrating in the wall next to their window, but through the lingering black plume Sia could see small bits of coloured paper fluttering gently in the breeze, starting their fall to the ground.
"Oh, that one was confetti. A celebration-bomb!" Gem said from behind her, cheerful and spacey.
"What were you celebrating?" Sia asked, exerting calm upon herself, turning around to face Gem.
"Well that's for whoever throws it to decide."
Sia tried to respond, but the tannoy crackled to life, and whatever she was about to say was cut off by the icy tones of Rose Wilson, their leader.
"Gemini and Siamese. Attend breakfast. And then the training room."
Sia groaned, rooting through her drawers to find suitable clothing. Gem just grinned.
"Excellent." She said. "I'm starving."
| NOTES: |
-Their parents have a sense of humour. Whether or not it's good is another question. |
50,664 | 1,361 | 56 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Feeling the building shake as Sentinel took off into the city, Evan felt his hands curl and unfold as the urge to strangle the Kryptonian rose. The team needed to work together to defeat what ever spawn of Tartarus had been released on the city. The worse part is, Evan knew that Rufus would likely follow. For someone who was supposed to be one of the smartest on the team, Rufus could certainly learn to slow down and communicate with his fellow team mates. As Rhea arrived, she unleashed a barrage of questions towards him which caused Evan to nervously run his hands through his hair as he felt the stress rise. What exactly had happened last night?
"I have no idea where Rose is and zombies have overwhelmed the frickin' city!" Evan replied turning to address Max's question when JC stormed into the room and began to give the team order, moving Evan aside from the intercom as he asserted some new found sense of leadership over the team.
"Hold the fuck up." Evan roared as he launched himself forward, tiles cracking beneath his feet as he tackled JC to the ground, wrapping a hand around the other Titan's neck. "Where is Rose? What do you know and who do you think you are holding out on us." Releasing JC, Evan stepped back to give the other man room to stand up again.
"I'm not going anywhere with you until you answer me. Where is Rose, what has happened to her?" Evan stated again, crossing his arms as pain began to radiate in his forehead, skin beginning to break as two small points appeared on his forehead.
"Fuckin' Tartarus." Evan growled as he took a deep breath, trying to ease himself and find his concentration as he appearance returned to normal.
"Well speak up Hot Flash!" He snapped again. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
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~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,665 | 1,361 | 57 | 530 | 302 | Oh, they were getting heated and not in that kind of way. This was the first time that Rhea had ever seen the spunky demigod seething with rage. Usually, he was the reason that they were annoyed or mad, but now, they were the reason that he was mad. Dare she say it, Evan seemed to be the new teapot in her eyes. With Rose's disappearance linked with Thermos' alibi and with Sentinel and Tulip rushing off into the depths of 'screw the team', the teens weren't so much titans after all. With this situation, they were as vulnerable as a newborn child; they were at the mercy of the elements. The kitchen became crowded as more of their comrades rallied to the call, however, soon, the ones who had arrived quickly dispersed as they traveled to the hangar. Well, Maker knows who among them knew how to pilot a jet. Who knows? They might crash and they all die... the end; which is not so bad of an ending in Rhea's opinion. Of course, she hastily regretted even thinking of that thought as she quickly swatted away her worries. The die had been cast; they had drawn the cards and came up short. What was left now was to gather the pieces and reforge their shaky relationship as a team. Her eyes caught a glimpse of some weird dots on the Amazon's forehead but, as quickly, she attributed it to her imagination and, upon looking at Evan once more, indeed, the spots were gone. Yep, me imagination be runnin' wild.
"Evan." Rhea said in almost like a whisper, approaching the angry demigod. "Please, we be needin' to go to da city." she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, resisting the urge to sate her hormones and just take a peek already. Of course, it was difficult to concentrate when her relaxed mind screamed for her most primal of urges to drive her fingers down the contours of his torso. Thus, Rhea closed her eyes and bowed her head. She bit hard on her bottom lip until a sliver of sanguine liquid bled through the skin, snapping her back to reality. "As we be speakin', innocent lives be at stake, Evan. Remember, the mission always be comin' ferst. Dis be what we were made fer, why we be created fer; protectin' da lives of dos' who be harmed by critters much darker dan dem. I know dat you be upset with Rose disappearin' but yer not da only one who be worryin'. I am worried fer her but dis mission be our top priority. Completin' da mission above all else, that be what Rose would be wantin'." Rhea eased her hand away from her comrade, stepping back a few inches before pulling down her hood over her head. "We din't do well in our ferst mission but it don't mean dat we can't do better. Now be our chance to be makin' things right, Evan. If Sentinel and Tulip don't want to be comin' to us, then, we'll be goin' to dem. We'll show dos fuckin' dumbbells dat only through unity can der be a chance at victory."
The healer turned around as she headed for the hangar without as much as a glance back at the demigod, opting to look at Max instead. "Skelly, we be needin' to go now. If we be delayin' any longer, der won't be a city to be savin'. We'd need to break a leg or something." The thought of losing so many lives due to her incompetence was something that made Rhea's blood boil. While they were here bickering over whose tiara was the shiniest, lives were being endangered by more than just zombies; oh, zombies weren't the biggest threats there. No, she wouldn't have another stroke on that chalkboard. She couldn't have another Dane... never again.
Once she reached the door's frame, her eyes glared back at the demigod. "United we stand, divided we fall, Evan. As of now, we dun need a leader, laddie. We need a team. We dun need a mob of teenagers wid flaming fists or super strength, we need the Teen Titans, Amazon. Rhea ushered in a small smile before disappearing from the doorway. However, after a few seconds, her head popped back. "Oh, and suit da fuck up." Or, so help me, I'll do it myself.
Shut the fuck up, brain.
---
Rhea arrived at the hanger as she saw some of her allies already tinkering with their transportation. She hurriedly boarded the aircraft as her eyes surveyed her teammates. "Ye have some biggy-big things ye be needed to be explainin', Thermos. I din't be wakin' up as fresh as a daisy just to be greeted wid a magical 'screw your day'." Rhea mumbled before strapping herself in, burying her face in her hands.
Zombies
Great, just great! The world had a bad habit of screwing the healer and it wasn't abating in its insults. Sooner or later, she'd jump off a bridge. Still, zombies were something that were not entirely unfamiliar with her. Zombification bordered more on cellular infection than anything else. She could be useful this time... assuming that those two dunderheads already at the city weren't off wiping out everything in their path. In all honesty, she was more afraid of her team than she was of the zombies. A Sentinel could wipe out more lives with a single punch than a walking cadaver and a speeding Tulip can destroy more things than a stifled shambler. Still, in this mission, her main job was to ensure the safety of the healthy civilians. Her control over cells were not so elite where she could reverse the process of necrosis, much less zombification.
What would they do this time though? Were they going to go Rambo at everything they could attack? Hopefully not. Would they work as a team this time? Unlikely. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,666 | 1,361 | 58 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC had never felt so violated in his life. A naked demigod pounced on him and tackled him to the ground without warning. George Takei would have a field day with this. He could already hear the "Oh my." from miles away. He wasn't even sure that his body was ready for this. Wait, why was he even thinking that way? Dammit, he'd have to make some anti-handsome demigod device. Get your thoughts back on track JC. This isn't you. This is some weird magical power or something that you wished could be turned off. Fortunately Evan got off of him almost as soon as he tackled him.
He got up and turned to the naked Amazon and wait. What was that? He could have sworn that he saw something or two somethings on his forehead. He must have been from being tackled. Being tackled by a guy with as much strength as he did had to have some side effects. Rhea came and started trying to ease Evan. She was exactly what Jeremiah needed right now. Her childlike appearance and butchered English was exactly what he needed to get his hormones back in check.
English aside Rhea certainly got her point across. It may have taken an extra two or three minutes to completely understand what she was saying, but when you put it all together it definitely was coherent in thought. He felt that he really needed her here. He didn't exactly know how her powers worked, but she was the only one on the team other than perhaps Magi that he thought could help them with a zombie threat where you'd want to revert people instead of killing them. If it couldn't be done in the field he could try freezing one specimen so they could work on it. He'll figure that out along the way. Right now he needed to address Evan and his question.
He sighed heavily before brushing the hair from his eyes. "Rose left. She quit the team. I searched for her all night and got nothing. I'm sorry, but like I said. We can talk about it more on the way there. We can't waste anymore time." His words were dry and almost cold up until the point where he got to "can't". That word was more stern and poisonous. It was as if he was prepared for any retaliation from the warrior and that he'd put it to rest if he had to. "And another thing. Don't. Ever. Tackle. Me. Again." He then turned back around making sure not to look down Evan's body. He started running once again to the hangar. He had a city to save and a team to lead. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,667 | 1,361 | 59 | 307 | 2,322 | Blue Paladin IX
"Jesus, is that a missle!" Cried out an officer standing near Sentinel and Accelerate, hand stabbing out at an object that had just cleared the city skyline several blocks away. Several sets of eyes swiveled towards the scene. If it was a missile then it's flight path was erratic, darting this way and that, etching across the sky in a confusion of zigs and zags. It swiveled once more, now pointing directly towards the police cordon, shooting towards the block with alarming speed.
The officers, nerves frayed already thanks to a zombie apocalypse, reacted typically: They panicked. Cries rang out as they ran for cover, some going so far as to drop their own weapons. You can run faster without a gun. Any that waited behind realized all was not as it seemed though. The closer the missile got the less it looked like a missile.
The not-missile crashed through the corner of a nearby bakery before careening into the street, brick and mortar sent flying through the air by the impact, thick, cloying dust obscuring vision. From inside the cloud came the deep groans and low growling that the officers had come to associate with the undead.
"They're shooting zombies!?! Game over man, GAME OVER!" Cried out one of the officers. Suddenly a bright blue beam of energy exploded from the cloud, ozone blistering in it's trail. Another followed it. The smoke began to recede, revealing a silver figure grappling with one of the walkers, two more undead lying motionless at his feet. The figure lost his hold on the slippery zombie, which immediately pressed it's advantage, jaws latching down on the figure's shoulder. Rotting teeth ground against metal armour. One has to imagine that if zombies felt pain then he'd be feeling a lot of it now.
"Someone's gonna need a dentist!" A voice rang out from the figure, robotic undertones part-way concealing a Welsh accent. The zombie moaned in reply. The figure smashed his armour plated fist into undead's rotting face, his foe dropping without much more sound. The armoured figure seemed to regard the fallen enemy for a moment, before shooting it in the face with another blue blast from his gauntlet. He murmered something to himself, always double-tap. Then the figure's helmet, fashioned to resemble a streamlined knights greathelm, turned to Sentinel and Accelerate.
"Superboy, Kid-Flash! What're doing just standing there, like a pair of spare nerds at the prom? There's a zombie apocalypse going on out there, in case you hadn't noticed! It's full on Romero out there! I could use a hand!" | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,668 | 1,361 | 60 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max was taken off guard when Evan tackled their teammate who apparently knew why Rose was nowhere to be found, Amazon certainly had boarded the Nope Train to Fuck That-Ville, and it wasn't helping whatsoever. People were probably dying because of their quarreling and it pissed him off, he joined to save lives and not to just get into fights with super-powered children.
"Guys! People are dying! We can discuss about Rose's disappearance later! Does it really matter more than innocent people dying?!" he shouted at them angrily and wanted to start brawling. Thankfully Rhea was trying to calm the situation and get Evan to focus to on the situation at hand. When both she and Siamese answered his question, Max was ready to go wild since there was no plan to follow just end the threat in whatever way possible. He almost snickered when Rhea called him Skelly and just gave her an amused smile. Max put his hands in his trench coat pockets and followed Rhea to the hanger.
He had no experience flying an aircraft, but as a stuntman he had a way of figuring out to use vehicles for the purpose of showmanship. Thermos looked like he didn't know any more than Max did when it came to piloting the T-Wing. Upon hearing the mention of zombies Max got images of several zombie movies he had seen over the years. This made him happy to have his riot shotgun handy for when he needed to head shot an undead, and his baseball bat would be good when a zombie invaded his personal space.
"Let's pray to God that these aren't like Return of The Living Dead zombies, nothing could fully kill them" he said to his teammates as he patted his aluminum slugger bat. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,669 | 1,361 | 61 | 793 | 1,516 | Isaac stopped in his tracks as Accelerate appeared in front of him, holding chunks of asphalt in his hands. "First of all, you're slow." The speedster joked. Sentinel's eye twitched as he considered punching Rufus in the face. Did he seriously race all the way over here to make stupid jokes at a time like this? The city was under attack! The nerve he had. "Second; Watch it. And thirdly, you good? We have a whole mess here. I talked to Detective Johnson over there" - pointing towards one of the cruisers. "And it's pretty damn bad. Humanoid creatures are attacking the civilians. They're dying." Okay, Rufus had a point. Sentinel needed to be more careful when he was choosing his landing zone next time. "I'm fine." The Kryptonian growled. Accelerate was just wasting his time telling Isaac stuff he already knew. The city was under attack, and there were monsters on a murderous rampage stomping around San Francisco.
"I don't think we can go in guns - eyes, blazing. We need a plan, and I don't have one yet. I need you to keep it together. This isn't Lobo, this is much closer to civilians." Rufus admitted, rarely without a plan and even rarer to be willing to admit it. "The others won't be here for a minute, you're the one with the S on your chest, what ya' think?"
"You want a plan?" Sentinel began. "We need to take these things down and keep the humans outta harms way. Go non-lethal, we don't know if these...things can be cured. I'm going to try and find the source and shut it down. Hopefully we can keep this contained, and it doesn't spread outside of San Francisco." And people said Rufus was the brains of the operation. Keep it simple, the more time they took brain storming the harder their jobs get.
Sentinel was about to take off when one of the nearby police officer's started to panic. A missile? Isaac turned his eyes toward the sky and used his enhanced senses to identify the flying object. "That's not a missile." Sentinel commented as he watched the robot slam into a bakery and onto the street. Sentinel activated his X-Ray vision, examining the man within the suit as he fought off a number of the zombie husks. Isaac couldn't identify the man, but he noticed the Welsh accent hidden underneath the robotic-sounding voice modular. "Superboy, Kid-Flash! What're doing just standing there, like a pair of spare nerds at the prom? There's a zombie apocalypse going on out there, in case you hadn't noticed! It's full on Romero out there! I could use a hand!" That metal-clad, stuck up piece of shit. Who was he calling a nerd?! Isaac took a deep breath. Now wasn't the time to go starting fights with other good guys. He needed to stay calm and focused if they were going to beat this so called apocalypse. Sentinel ran over to the new hero's side, barely under the speed of sound to spare the police officers' hearing. He gave the mechanized suit a look over before talking to the unidentified superhero. "The name's Sentinel." Isaac took his communicator off his belt, handing it to Blue Paladin. "Patch into our radio frequency. We'll need to be able to communicate with you if we're going to work together." Isaac explained to the new-comer. "What kind of sensors are you packing? I could use some help looking for the cause of these things. Oh, and how about you try not to kill anymore 'zombies?' We might be able to salvage them." | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,670 | 1,361 | 62 | 307 | 2,322 | Blue Paladin IX
Mal glanced down at the proffered communicator. Even without his scanners he could tell this particular piece was based on the Barret communications VHF. The teen-genius shook his head in pity, a sharp, condescending snort escaping him.
"Seriously? You might as well be using your iPhones for all the security those'll provide." He didn't even enlist the suits AI to patch in, instead just manually jumping on to they're frequency. It was sad to think that the Titans, the worlds premier Teen super-team, was in such dire need of some upgrades.
He began to swivel around, scanning the area for any more zombies, while almost absent mindedly addressing Sentinel. Almost like he didn't consider the Kryptonian worthy of his full attention.
"Salvage? Man, you're cold." He began. "Though I didn't kill them. Those blasts were carefully calculated to inhibit higher level brain activity, but not stop it entirely. In layman's terms they're currently in and altered state of conciousness, though I wouldn't expect you to know anything about that. Wouldn't suggest doing it to a regular person, but because these lads seem to be missing a lot of the vital processes to begin with I thought I'd take a gamble, and it paid off. Those guys'll stay down for a while, but they'll get back up soon. I estimate they'll be getting back up in eleven minutes and forty-eight seconds, based on previous data."
"All that said I'm not so sure we can salvage them. Beyond those higher level brain functions I mentioned, there's really not much going on our swiftly rotting friends. For all intents and purposes, they're dead. I've only spotted one so far that was anything other than an incredibly mobile cadaver. I assumed he was the leader, and tried to engage, but he got away from me. Some emotion coloured Mal's voice at that last bit. To the keen observer it may have sounded something akin to shame.
He had indeed found an anomaly in his scans that may have been the source of this catastrophe, moving slowly through a tenement building several blocks from their current position. He had moved to engage, hoping to put a swift end to this catastrophe, half his mind on the battle at hand, and half on the plaudits he would earn as the man who saved San Fran from the Day of the Dead. He had been careless though, and before he knew it, and long before he reached the anomaly, he was ambushed by over fifty of the shamblers. He panicked then, engaging his flight jets in a mindless bid for escape. Several of the rotting horrors had clung to his armour though, and it was that that forced flight control out of his hands, and caused him to crash into the block. Thankfully it seemed he was successful in playing it off as a deed of heroic derring-do, rather than a near catastrophic failing.
"Funny, I can't see him anymore though" He muttered, more to himself than to Sentinel. He turned full circle, facing the Kryptonian once more, starting backwards slightly as if he had forgotten that he wasn't alone. With a grunt he engaged his rockets, hovering slightly above the street.
"I can get clearer readings from above the streets. I'll see if I can't find our mystery man from the air. I'll need you to disperse the larger groups of undead. The more there are in one place, the stronger they collectively become. Break em' into manageable chunks. And get Kid Flash to widen the evacuation area. Past the city limits, ideally. Everyone out, cops and emergency workers too. Hit the walkers where it hurts, in their stomachs. Deprive them off a food source."
"Oh, and Superboy? Don't let them touch you. I have reason to suspect they don't just feed on flesh, but off your life force too." Mal didn't suspect that. That was entirely scientifically unfounded. But it was something the Father Box believed, and in his short experience with the machine he had found the Father Box to always be right. A bit like himself in that regard. "An undead Kryptonian is a big no-no in my opinion. So, while I know it may be taxing for you to exert the self control required, try not to punch, huh?" With that he rocketed into the air.
"Scream if you need me!" | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,671 | 1,361 | 63 | 1,015 | 2,826 | Kid Flash...
Kid Flash?
Kid Flash?!
As soon as he heard the words and he understood what the iron clad wannabe hero had said, Rufus's eyes went black. His head stopped. Who the fuck was this guy and how did he dare to be so insolent? This pathetic excuse for a hero had just run in and tried to take over the show. Rufus was so angry that anything that had happened previously had faded away and was no longer on his mind. The only thing he could think of was how much he wanted to vibrate his hand through his skull and tear his brain out of the back of his head.
What was worse than the disgusting insult was the fact that he was not barking orders around like he knew anything about either of them, bossing around like he himself was a titan, nay, like he was a member of the League. He couldn't know what he was talking about and every part of Rufus's body wanted to run to the other site of the country and come back, open that armor like a can. While his sadistic thoughts were filling his head much quicker than the mech-clad 'hero' could finish telling his 'plan' Rufus let out a grunt.
Someone who was so reckless not to be able to control his own equipment, to make a mess and allow collateral, he wasn't any better than the Kryptonian that was the loosest canon Rufus had seen. And this guy was trying to school him on how to be a hero? He wasn't gonna have any of it.
"For someone who can't control his pocket sized fighter jet. You sure are talking a lot." Rufus remarked, fixing the position of the trucker hat on his head, staring the two other males down for a split second before speaking again. "I'm out." And like that he was gone. He was gonna kill someone if he didn't focus on something else. Like a blur he ran across the city, scouting it out, counting each 'zombie' he came across and finding civilians to rescue. Dashing from the city back to safety, outside of the city, he carried the civilians and the more he moved the more energy he got.
After he had scouted the 10 mile radius around the area, he put his comm back into his ear, hearing shouting from within the tower. It was inaudible, but it certainly almost sounded like fighting. "Accelerate to Ravager. ETA on arrival?" He spoke, dashing through the city, into a convenient store where he saw a shadow move he ran, grabbing a snackbar he also found a little girl whom was crying, holding a doll in her hand. Had he been one of the Flash's, he would've chatted with the girl, made her smile and laugh and asked her about her parents. But he wasn't, he got shit done.
Before the girl knew what happened, she was on the hood of a police cruiser that was parked in the evacuation zone, sitting there safe and sound. Giving the all clear to the cops he began moving again, this time for the Titans Tower. "Ravager, come in Ravager." He tried, much to his disappointment, there was no answer. "They under attack, too?" He thought to himself, hurrying he would arrive at the tower but a few moments later.
Panting slightly as he arrived at the tower he saw Evan get off of Thermo. Flirting, now? Come on Blunderboy. Walking to the team in the hangar he removed his cap from his head, holding it in his hand. "Hell are you doing here still, should've been in the air a while ago." Since there was no real danger, he wasn't worried anymore, just really, really angry. Looking for Rose he turned to the group "So, where's Ravager at? Tried the comms, no answer. City's all kinds of messed up, zombies and what not, we need to get there, or Sentinel and the new guy are gonna burn it to the ground." | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,672 | 1,361 | 64 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Several Hours Ago
Black ooze dripped from Zuggernaut's mouth, forming a shallow puddle of pitch as he loomed over the dessicated corpse of his latest victim. His thralls numbered in the hundreds now, forming a writhing horde of slowly decomposing horrors around him, all vestiges of humanity long since abandoning their hideous forms. Screams sounded all around him, raw and terrified, from man, woman, and child. The horde spared no mind to age or gender. All were equal in the eyes of the horde. All were meat.
The meals were becoming scarcer now though, the easy pickings long since had or fled. The thralls were forced to scale buildings now, hauling bodies out of windows before dropping them to the throng below. Still, the harder the hunt, the sweeter the feast, or so the old adage went.
The life force of Zuggernaut's latest victim in particular had been sweeter than the any other, making him feel different, almost stronger. Yes, stronger. Definitely stronger. He could feel that strength now, suffusing his limbs, flowing through his body like a wave. Then, before his very eyes, he began to grow. His arms seemed to inflate, coiling around themselves as thick, corded muscle began to emerge under his skin. In moments he went from being an average sized man in prison orange to having the kind of physique a Greek God would envy. The power of his new frame was intoxicating, much more so than that that had been gifted to him in the waters of the bay, as this power felt purer, more true.
"Meta..." Matvei started to spit out. "Me...ta...human." For a moment the hunger was gone, but then it returned with a vengeance, as if it was incensed that he had managed to deny it, even for a second.
Metahuman? Yes, they have powers, they make the horde stronger. We must feed on more. All that we can find.
"Ti..tans." Metvei muttered as the entire horde paused to look towards the tower along the coast. The T shape in its design quite evident from the distance. "He..roes..."
THEN ON THEM WE FEED! The Zuggernaut roared, before lumbering towards the distant T, moving neither quick nor slow, merely pacing as steadily and inexorable as a mighty glacier, confident than nothing could deny him his feast. Part of the horde turned after him while the vast majority continued to assault the city and it's defencless denziens.
Now
"Don't worry, next time I'll snap your neck." Evan retorted as he shrugged Rhea's hand off of his shoulder. "Then you can stand united with those who choose to withhold information, I think my chances look better by myself. Especially if any of you are thinking of trying to drive that mechanical monstrosity in the basement. It was bad enough when Rose knew what she was doing, do any of you even know how to disengage the parking brake?" He spat while rolling his eyes before shoving his way past JC and Rhea. As he passed the newest member, Max began to speak only for Evan to shoot a death glare towards Max as he went on about innocent people dying.
"And you're what? Going to play ball with them?" He snorted looking towards the 'Stunt Devil's' basebal bat before entering an elevator as Rufus returned from the field.
"Oh look who decided to show up. If you're looking for Rose, ask the Hot 'n Cold pack over there." With those final words, Evan ascended to the next floor up. Exiting the elevator, he made a beeline for his room as the automated doors slid open with a slight 'HISS'. The personalized climate washed over his skin as the room's atmosphere had been made to reflect the moist sea air of Themyscria Island. Opening his closet, Evan slipped into a pair of pants before zipping up his hoodie and fastening on his bracers. Stepping into a pair of boots, he fastened the red armored leather before pulling out a pair of Amazonian swords and slinging them across his back. Swinging his shield over top of them, Evan lastly pulled out a spear before departing the room armed to the teeth. Taking the elevator up to the balcony, Evan let out a sharp whistle before taking a running leap off the platform into the air. A whiney echoed through the foggy air as Bellophron flew towards Evan who expertly landed on the back of the pegasus before urging it towards the city. Had Evan been able to see through the fog, he would have noticed the dark shapes emerging from the water below as the horde began to swarm the tower.
~~~
A sharp wail echoed through the Titans' Tower as alarms began to go off. The zombies had broke into the lower levels and the hanger was the first to lose its defenses as the zombies shifted from their steady pace to a run, climbing onto the T-Wing, cracks appearing in its windshield as the zombies tried to get at anyone inside. Outside the tower, numerous other zombies began to climb the windows heading towards the Titans' lounge. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the tower as each floor became more and more overrun by the husks of the horde.
I can smell their strength. Came the Zuggernaut's voice from inside Matvei's head.
"FEED!" Matvei roared as the horde mirrored his words in a loud chorus before going into a frenzy as they charged towards the remaining Titans.
~~~
Seeing the horde breaking through the police perimeter, Evan tapped his heels against Bellophron's sides as he steered the winged horse into a dive and held the spear forward.
"Alright zombies," Evan muttered over the Titans' commwave. "So we stake their hearts right? I can never keep track of your North American undead." Readying the spear, Evan impaled the first zombie as it slid down the haft as he impaled another and another before his spear looked more like a shish-kabob than a weapon.
"Souless beasts!" Evan roared as the creatures hissed back at him, planting their feet as their new strength kicked in and they pulled Evan from his mount. Hitting the ground hard, Evan let go the spear as it was reduced to splinters by the zombies. Rolling back onto his feet, Evan unsheathed the twin blades on his back, spinning them around in his hands.
"Alright, you cockroaches want to play rough." Evan growled. "Come at me then." He yelled as he swung around, severing the head of the first zombie and impaling the next in the gut before hoisting the beast over his head and sending it flying at the rest of the group.
"Fly away from here Bellophron!" Evan yelled as the pegasus who had been circling above quickly obeyed. Spinning around, Evan put both his blades against the neck of the next zombie before pulling his arms apart, black blood splattering across his face as the head went flying. Thrusting a blade into the chest of a zombie on either side of him, Evan pulled his arms across his chest, smashing their heads together as the skulls caved in like a pair of smashed melons.
"By Ares, tonight is a good night to dine with Hades!" Evan roared as the horde continued to swarm towards him. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,673 | 1,361 | 65 | 2,323 | 262 | Rose was gone. Not that the old lady had much to offer but apparently she instilled courage into some of her less competent teammates so her presence was to be missed. Thermo was extremely suspicious, coming in acting like a leader like that; luckily Evan decided to stick Thermo's ass into the ground and knock a little humility into him. Letting him up so he could speak for himself.
"Rose left. She quit the team. I searched for her all night and got nothing. I'm sorry, but like I said. We can talk about it more on the way there. We can't waste anymore time," Thermo explained himself, starting to walk away before adding one more thing. "And another thing. Don't. Ever. Tackle. Me. Again." When he said it, Ariel clamped her hand over her mouth, stifling the giggling at Thermo's threat. What a LOSER.
Next it was Evan's turn to freak out, and he did it an in equally bullheaded self-righteous fashion. He took an elevator as Accelerate arrived. The Titans weren't looking good for a team that was supposed to be fighting a zombie invasion.
Finally it was Ariel's turn to freak out when a fraction of the horde charged into the hangar in a frighteningly unorganized chaotic frenzy. "Holy shit!" she glanced at the T-Wing which was currently being usurped by the horde. "I'll be right back! I swear!!" Ariel promised the team as water shot from inside the tower and into the hangar — a combination of sink faucets, pools, and any other source of water you could think of — forming a wave that Whirlpool rode out of the hangar and into the outside air. She was nearly overwhelmed by the undead, luckily the wave managed to bounce them off on her way out.
Whirlpool exited the Tower's vicinity and was hurtling uncontrollably towards the ground in a somersault fashion. It took seconds for her to focus on the large bodies of water around her. She felt a tug in her gut and right after that she was met by a friendly giant waterspout that she'd just formed that was keeping her aloft. "This is more like it," she grinned as water formed sharp tentacles next to her, coming up like slithery serpents from the surface and flanking her sides as she ascended to the hangar.
Zombies in the hangar started getting speared, impaled, and grabbed from behind by "deadly water tentacles", being effectively killed on the spot or being effortlessly launched back out of the hangar at high speeds where the impact of wherever they landed would surely kill them. Ariel smirked with pride as she continued to work the horde with her water weapons. "Cool water pun!" she yelled, trying to sound as bored as possible. Just another day in the office. For sure. | | NAME: |
Ariel "Ari" Williams
| ALIAS: |
Whirlpool
| ABILITIES: |
Hydrokinesis - can create, shape and manipulate water, create floods, manipulate tides, generate larger waves and whirlpools. Subsidiaries include hydrokinetic flight, the ability to walk on water, and the ability to purify unclean water.
She does not have to be close to a body of water to use her powers. She can pull water from the air, or from plants in the ground.
Water Solidification - the ability to control water molecules to construct weapons, walls, and other things.
Aquatic Respiration - the ability to breathe underwater.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
- Ari has difficulty manipulating larger bodies of water(large ponds, lakes, oceans) and is extremely exhausted after doing so.
- Ari has to take a few minutes to transition from breathing air to water, and vice versa.
- Susceptible to electricity and her powers can be contradicted by a fire or ice manipulator if she's not smart
| SAMPLE POST: |
Ariel's stormy blue eyes matched the color of the hostile ocean waves thrashing against the hull of the cruise ship. She chewed her lip nervously. She was way too old to be dolphin watching, particularly when it would be rare for an animal to surface in such poor conditions. The only way she would see one is if the sea was calm. "Oh, what the hell, this is my domain anyways," she bragged nonchalantly. She closed her eyes, inhaled deeply and tried to focus on the water around her, imagined it calming. A tugging sensation in her gut told her that the action was a success, she opened her eyes to gentle waves bouncing off the hull.
There were surprised murmurs and a few tried to start a clapping ovation for the sudden change of tide. Some shirtless guy nearby tried to crack some bad joke that Ari could barely hear thanks to his drunk mumbling but the girl accompanying him giggled.
"They're all idiots," Ari sighed and rubbed her temples before going back to sightseeing. She should be spending time with the extremely handsome — not to also mention stupidly rich — boy that is responsible for her being on the Carribean getaway. But he was screwing around on the lower levels, and there was nothing greater that Ari could do but observe and admire that beautiful ocean. Nothing, no matter how sexy, could distract her from the breathtaking view she was enjoying. She felt so at peace, encompassed by all this water.
It was only a couple more hours' time until the cruise was scheduled to dock back in Florida. Then all of this... paradise would be over. Then she would have to head back to San Francisco, where she lived. "San Fran isn't all that bad," she said to herself, seeing the outline of Florida in the distance.
| NOTES: |
- Arrogant, foul-mouthed and agitating but ironically sensitive
- 18 years old
- Aquatic animal geek, obsessed with dolphins and sharks. These obsessions show that she can be a kid at heart but are really the only times her arrogant demeanor will be broken. |
50,674 | 1,361 | 66 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC might have preferred having his neck snapped. He didn't intend to withhold information. He didn't have the time to even tell them between their being drunk, playing games, moping in their rooms, and sleeping. He was more of a victim in this than they were. Not only did Rose practically leave him in charge of a bunch of idiots, but the same idiots wanted to fight and argue more than go and save the city. He now understood why she wanted them to get to know each other more and act like normal teens first. They couldn't possibly be true heroes until they learned how to control their teen angst and hormones.
Evan left in a rampage and it caused Jeremiah to wonder if he was trying to compete with Sentinel for the title of Rage-Filled Powerhouse of the Titans. Nothing good could have come out of that competition. Rufus returned asking why they were still there and where Ravager was. She really did choose the worst time to leave. "She's gone. She quit the team and left me in charge. So far I'm not doing a good job. We can vote on new leadership later after this is done. I'll gladly step down." Damn. He hasn't talked this much in so long. He already missed the days when he could be quiet and that was just the day before. Could his first and possibly final day as leader get any worse? It did. The alarms in the Tower roared to life indicating that not only were they under attack, but they were also infiltrated already. Their enemies had already broken through their defenses. A zombie attack in the city and some type of attack in the Tower.
Then he saw the zombies. "You know, it wasn't a fucking dare!!" He yelled to the ceiling as if he were talking to God or any other entity that controlled their fates. He still wondered how zombies could break their defenses. They really needed an upgrade. That was if they even had a home or base after this. He blamed Cyborg on this. He heard Evan on his commlink talking about how he was going to kill the zombies in the city. Thermo realized that these zombies were more than just zombies that you saw on TV. At least when you saw those you would think that you could reverse the change and save the people, but when he saw these actual zombies he realized that they were more than lifeless. They were soulless.
He lifted his communicator and spoke into it. "We may not have Ravager, but we have each other. We're Teen Titans and that means something even if we hate each other. Try to attack these brain eaters at a range. We don't need any teen heroes joining their ranks. Let's show them that they messed with the wrong team." God, he didn't want to say what he was about to say. "Titans...Together!!" If he had the time he would've puked.
Whirlpool had gotten into action and was pretty impressive at it. She made her way into and out of the Hangar using her powers over water as an advantage. Which reminded him... Rhea was in the T-Wing and there was a horde clawing at it. He sprung into action using the water Whirlpool summoned as his ride. He froze a path of water for him to slide and skate on. He didn't care about how much cleaning they'd have to do after this. He didn't care about the zombies heading towards him. He wasn't going to let one of his teammates die. He made that decision long ago. There was a distinct difference in JC today. You could tell by the way he was acting in this situation. The new look of concern and determination in his eyes. He wasn't giving these guys the chance to get a jump on him and his team. They made the worst wrong turn of their undead lives.
Fire. While JC was making a path of ice with one hand he was making a torrent of flames with the other. He targeted the ones that weren't being attacked by Whirlpool's tentacles and made sure to burn them extra crispy. He eventually made his way to the T-Wing and jumped through an open window. He immediately froze a zombie that was coming right for him and did the same to another. He wasn't going to use flames in this ship. He may have been able to survive going through his own flames, but Rhea wouldn't have. He was shooting blasts of ice as if he were Gru or Captain Cold using their freeze rays.
He formed a shield of ice that he'd use to repel others while also shooting ice through it. He made his way over to Rhea saying, "Come on. We've got to get out of here." | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,675 | 1,361 | 67 | 2,425 | 425 | Deadly Inspection
San Francisco. The city was beautiful as the sun was up in the sky, making the city shining brighter than usual. Static rode in his saucer to the city from the Teen Titans tower on the East Coast. He had been sent for a routine inspection on the team and see how they are doing so far. He was always sent to inspect them for some reason that he can't even explain. Arriving a day earlier than usual, he just wanted to explore the city before going to the tower for the check up. The water looked good enough to ride it as he decided to lower his saucer to the water. He rode along the water as he removed his glove from his right hand and dipped into the cold water. Dakota City didn't have water like the one in San Francisco. It felt cleaner than the water in Dakota City. Man, he missed home and his family.
He put the glove back into his right hand and look at the city as he saw the tower nearby. He looked at it and flew towards it until he heard something unusual. Gunshots. Static decided to go towards the sound of gunfire as he got close to the officers. People were running towards them as the officers opened fired on them, but they just took the bullets and kept running towards them. The officers were soon tackled to the ground by them as they started to bite on them. Static rushed towards the officers and shocked the people as they were biting on the guy.
The effect did nothing for the people as they got back on their feet and marched towards Static. He said towards the people walking to him, "I need you to stop moving.". Still in the air, Static looked confused as they were still coming to him. "Did you hear me? Stop." he said once more towards the people until he saw the officers getting up. "What's going on?" he questioned the whole thing as he saw the officers getting up and walking at the same pace as the others. Then all of the sudden, he heard and saw a car crashing into a pole near him. Static immediately raced towards the guy on his saucer and got off of it.
With his powers, he torn opened the car door and tried to help the guy out. But, the guy pushed him away as he tried to get out of his car as fast as he could. "Shit. Shit." the guy said as he was trying to get out of his car. "Wait, what's happening?" Static quickly said as he was trying to find out what was going on around him. The other guy said to him, "Well, the dead have risen as I saw my friends getting eaten by those things.". Confused, Static started to question him, "What do you mean by that?".
"Are you that stupid? They are here to feed on us!" the guy said as was trying to explain it with Static until he heard some more sounds. "Oh no." as he finally got out of his car and pointed towards the zombies. Static looked at them as they came towards them at an alarming rate. "Sir, listen to me." Static tried to get the dude's attention as he used his powers to grab the car door, "Get on the car door and I will lift you to the fire escape.". "Alright" the man said as he got on top of the car door and waited for Static to do his thing.
Static started to lift up the car door as he decided to go to ground level and use all of his powers on the car door, since the man had a lot of weight. He tried to make it quick as it took all of strength to carry the man to the fire escape. It worked as the man jumped to the fire escape and Static dropped the car door, tried. He needed a second to breath, but a person jumped on Static as he was turning around. That caused him to fall to the ground and tried to push the thing away from him.
Static looked at the person as he was trying to bite on his shoulder, but that ended as Static shocked the person off of him. "Shit. They are coming to me fast." Static said as he had no choice, but to make a barrier to protect him against the horde of these things. The barrier sent some back as it was big enough to knock anyone back and to protect Static at the same time. He sighed as he didn't know how long the barrier would last, but it was the only thing protecting him from death. With one hand, keeping the barrier active, he used the another to signal the tower and it's members inside the tower.
"Static to Tower West, do you copy? I am stuck in the middle of a street as there are people surrounding me, trying to bite me. Repeat. Do you copy?" Static said with fear in his voice as he was determined to keep on calling the tower until someone answers back. | | NAME |
Virgil Ovid Hawkins
| ALIAS |
Static
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT |
Powers
Bang Baby: Static's physiology was altered by a mutant-genetic explosion which caused him to adapt unusual powers. Static's body itself can generate raw electromagnetic energy, which he has learned to manipulate, control and enhance.
Super-Conductive Electromagnetism: Static can sense sources of electromagnetic energy or objects that can be affected by it such as underground water pipes. He can magnetize and demagnetize metals.
Electromagnetic Fields: Static generates an Electromagnetic field just like the earth and the sun generate their own Electromagnetic fields. Static can also create barriers and shields that he can use to block, repel, hold back attacks and defend himself in battle.
Electromagnetic Levitation: Static can cause objects to fly (metal is the easiest material to manipulate and wood is the most difficult).
Wavelength Tuning: Static can hear radio waves meaning he can listen in on the police broadband and music stations, as well as tapping into the phone lines so he can make calls.
Electrokinesis: Static can generate electricity from his body and administer it in a range of different attacks and uses. He can charge devices, drain devices and project his electricity in a variety of controlled ways.
Electrical Displays: Electromagnetic Light Displays that Static can shoot into the sky in the forms of pictures and words. With more power behind it, Static can make these into Electromagnetic Nets and/or Cage.
Electromagnetic Force Bolts: Static can fire Bursts of electromagnetic energy from his hands for uses like electrifying objects, administering large scale "Static Clings", generating shields and barriers.
Ball Lightning: Named after Ball Lightning, the weather phenomenon. Electromagnetic Energy compressed into a large ball and thrown at targets; an offensive maneuver in a combat situation.
Static Cling: Static can adhere most objects or people to surfaces and other objects, plus Static can magnetize surfaces.
Abilities
Science: Static is a highly gifted student with a particular interest in the maths and sciences. Static also possesses an almost fanboyish knowledge of comic books, role playing games, and science fiction.
Tactical Analysis: Static is able to apply his scientific knowledge in combat and real life situations and does so almost intuitively. This allows him a certain advantage over less clever opponents.
Multilingualism: Virgil has learned to speak German for unknown reasons and is fluent enough to carry on a simple conversation in the language.
Strength level
Static possesses the normal strength of a boy his age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise.
Transportation
Static Saucer: Static uses it to fly through the air.
Weapons
Static Traps: Normally, Static does not use any real weapons and mainly relies on his electromagnetic powers in battle. However, to defeat particularly formidable opponents, he will employ his "static traps," a well-planned use of his powers and everyday materials. These static traps were limited only by Static's creativity and the preparation time available.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |
For unknown reasons, Static can be affected by electricity-wielding metahumans whose powers are derived from Quantum Juice. Hence, the electrostatic bolts generated by the mad doctor Byron Kilgore caused pain to Static, who is normally immune to the effects of high voltage electricity. Why this vulnerability exists is a mystery.
| NOTES |
None that I could think of right this second.
Holocaust was out on the streets of Dakota City again as the news highlighted him on the television. Static flew pass the people gathered around the television out a store on his saucer. Traveling as fast as he could, he saw Holocaust throwing an officer in his squad car. Then, he saw Static as he got back to ground level and got out of his saucer. Holocaust smiled at the sight of Static as he said, "Static. How are the wounds of our last battle doing?".
"Wounds." Static chuckles at Holocaust' comment, "I think that I got you lock up the last time as I shocked you, dude". Holocaust started to get upset as his fists were on fire now and said, "Shut up and show that you're a man! FIGHT ME.".
Static grinned at his request and said, "Fine, I will fight you. But, here's are some of my mixtapes!". He threw the hexagonal disks from his used to be saucer towards Holocaust, all three hitting him. "You little shit." Holocaust said as he saw Static running towards him with his staff. A single punch sent Static flying towards the ground with a burn mark on his face. "Got you." he grinned as he readies his punch, but Static rolled away before the punch hit the ground.
Static made a large ball of lighting and threw towards Holocaust as he felt the shock. He made an electromagnetic cage for Holocaust to think about his crimes. Realizing that he was trapped in the cage, Holocaust said towards Static, "I will kill you the next time that we meet.". Static just laugh the threat off as he waited for someone to get this guy. |
50,676 | 1,361 | 68 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max was taken off guard by the sudden appearance of the zombies starting overrun the tower, but thankfully he had teammates to help repel the undead. He took out his riot shotgun and began to fire off several shots at the zombies' heads.
"Dude you shoot em in the head! Haven't you ever played a zombie game or watched Night of The Living dead?! Staking the heart is for vampires" he called to Even when the demigod asked if they staked them in the hearts to destroy them. Hearing Thermo's words was refreshing, it looked like they might have a leader after all and he felt more ready to stand by his teammates. Max eyes then went to Ariel using her water abilities to take down a good number of the undead and he smiled.
"Let's put these poor unfortunate souls under the sea" he said jokingly as Stunt Devil then proceeded to whack a zombie with his aluminum bat. There were large number of the fiends and not having any special powers for strnegth or movement meant that he would have to keep moving and not get stuck in one area. The second Max would bash a zombie's head in he would move quickly to the next undead to give a taste of his hitting skills.
"Have a taste of this!" he shouted as he shattered a zombie's jaw and teeth with a might swing of his baseball bat and then finished the beast off with a second blow to the head. Stunt Devil decided that it would be better to stay closer to JC since he seemed the closest to giving any sort of command to follow. Max then blew out the brains of a zombie that tried to come at Termo from behind. He quickly went over to him and Rhea.
"So once we get out of here what next? I would suggest that we keep in open areas, that will give us a better chance for mobility and a way of maneuvering around these monsters" he explained to JC while he took several more shots at the zombies coming at them. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,677 | 1,361 | 69 | 793 | 1,516 | Sentinel watched as the armored Paladin took flight and left him there, in the street. Isaac looked around at the madness surrounding him. San Francisco was under attack by a horde of the undead. Moments ago Rufus had stomped off, looking pissed off. That worried the Kryptonian. Accelerate was usually the most level-headed of the Titans. What set him off like that? Gah. That isn't important right now. Sentinel made a mental note to approach his teammate about his little outburst later. A sonic boom echoed throughout the streets as Sentinel took off into the heart of the city. He used his powerful senses to locate groups of survivors, and steered himself towards them at supersonic speeds. The Kryptonian arrived at an apartment building crawling with husks. Isaac furrowed his brow as he watched the creatures scale the building's walls to get to the people hiding inside. The new hero he'd talked to earlier said that these...things...Couldn't be saved. That they were, for all intents and purposes, dead. They just hadn't been put six feet under yet. Sentinel took a deep breath. This was the closest thing to killing innocent people as he'd ever done. It bothered the Kryptonian. Isaac always thought he'd be able to kill on a moment's notice. But now that he was here, watching these monsters try to kill people..He had to. There was no other way. Rao, forgive me.
The young hero launched into action. He used his heat vision to bisect the zombies on the outside of the building before rushing inside. He froze a pair of walkers standing just in front of the door before crashing through them and making his way upstairs. Sentinel sliced through another half a dozen husks with his heat vision as he reached the top floor. About twenty people had barricaded themselves inside a single room, which was now under assault by a horde of the living dead. It all felt so surreal as Isaac crashed into the horde of zombies and began to tear them apart, limb from limb. Sentinel had been told to avoid hand to hand combat. But Isaac had to do this. He had to feel these beasts with his own hands. They felt just like normal humans. Yet their skin was cold. And their hearts did not beat within their chests. They were monsters, through and through. Not people. Not anymore. Sentinel slammed his hand through the last of the zombies' skulls. His life force rushed back inside Isaac's body like a tidal wave. The creatures had tried to drain the Kryptonian, but they had failed. Sentinel wouldn't fall so easily to mere fodder. The Teen Titan knocked on the door of the apartment. "It's safe." For a moment, there was no reply. Then the door opened and people started to come out. Men, women, and children of all ages flooded the halls and surrounded Sentinel. "The city is under attack. You need to get out of the city before more of those things come this way. Follow me. I'll protect you."
The Kryptonian led nearly two dozen people out of the apartment. Sentinel found a nearby school bus, and sighed with relief. "Alright. Everyone get inside." Sentinel ordered. The people were quick to oblige. Isaac stood to the side, watching the civilians' backs as they made their way onto the abandoned bus. The last of the people to get on, a little boy, tugged on Sentinel's cape. "Superman?" The little guy said as he clutched a teddy bear. Sentinel couldn't help but smile as he bent down in front of the kid. "Yeah?" He asked. "Thank you." The little boy wrapped his tiny arms around Sentinel. Isaac blushed as he returned the hug. Such affection, and from a total stranger? "Alright, buddy." Sentinel began as he stood up, placing the boy inside the bus. "I'm putting you in charge of all these people. You have to protect them after I get you out of the city. Can you do that for me?" The little guy nodded and Isaac ruffled his hair. "Alright, everyone take a seat!" Sentinel ordered before closing the bus' door.
Superman's protege lifted the bus full of people. He couldn't fly, so Isaac would have to run them out of San Francisco. Sentinel gripped the bus with all of his strength as he began to make his way through the city. He accelerated to just under the speed of sound, his bio-matrix field protecting the bus and everyone inside from the dangers of moving so fast without proper equipment or protection. Within minutes Sentinel and the bus full of civilians were out of the city and in the evacuation zone. Sentinel set the bus down and people poured out of the vehicle. Isaac watched them for a moment before leaping back into the city. He wasn't done yet. Not by a long shot.
Hordes of zombies that once roamed San Francisco now lay motionless in the streets. Sentinel rocketed across the city, dealing death to the undead. Huge swathes of husks fell to the Kryptonians powerful heat vision and freeze breath. Nothing would stand in the hero's way as he cleared out dozens upon dozens of husks with extreme prejudice. These beasts had hurt people. Killed them. Now that Sentinel knew the people they once were was long gone, he set to work massacring the monsters in mass. He saw mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters. Now they were nothing but shriveled shells, trying to consume the living for some unknown purpose. Rage and sadness swirled within Sentinel's heart. He felt nothing else as he committed what could only be described as genocide. "I couldn't save you!" Isaac yelled as he ripped one of the beasts' heads off. "I was suppose to protect you!" A pair of husks fell as Sentinel tore them apart. "I'm..." Sentinel grabbed a husk that seemed much smaller than the rest. A child, once upon a time. "I'm sorry." Isaac broke the creature's neck and tossed the tiny, lifeless corpse to the side. He leaped into the air and landed on a nearby building, panting. They had nearly killed him. "All my fault..." He muttered as the husks dashed towards him. "DIE!" Isaac let loose his heat vision at full bore. The beams stretched as far as Sentinel could see, turning hundreds of husks to ash as they tried to attack the Teen Titan.
Isaac fell to his knees.
Sound rushed into Sentinel's ears. He could hear the Tower's alarms going off in the distance. He tried to stand, but he'd drained his reserves dry with that last attack. Isaac let loose a small cry as he struggled to breathe. How many people had he killed today? Seventy? A hundred? Two? Yet the armies of the dead seemed endless. All of this power, and yet Sentinel couldn't save them. All of these people had died. And it was all his fault. "I'm done." Isaac muttered as he stared at the top of the roof, on his hands and knees. Sweat dripped from his entire body. Voices echoed from his communicator. Amazon yelled out battle cries. So much hate..How uncharacteristic of Evan. Static Shock was asking for help. What was he doing in San Francisco? Sentinel could hear the sounds of combat through the communicator. The Tower was definitely under attack. His friends were in danger. But Isaac couldn't get to his feet. Sentinel looked to the sky, and saw that dark clouds covered the sun. He wasn't recharging. Isaac sighed, a feeling of uselessness creeping into the back of his mind.
Then Thermo activated his communicator. "We may not have Ravager, but we have each other. We're Teen Titans and that means something even if we hate each other. Try to attack these brain eaters at a range. We don't need any teen heroes joining their ranks. Let's show them that they messed with the wrong team." Sentinel looked at his communicator, and then back at the dark sky. "Titans...Together!!"
Sentinel pushed himself to his feet. Those guys needed his help. Isaac looked towards the tower. The dead were crawling all over it. An endless wave of the husks climbed onto the island and into the hangar. This enemy was without number. Without remorse. "Rao..I need you. Give me your strength." As if by some miracle, the clouds began to split. Light poured down from the heavens and over Sentinel. Isaac felt his strength returning in spades. Isaac soaked in the suns glorious rays before activating his communicator. "Static, this is Sentinel. I'm coming." The Kryptonian quickly examined the city, looking for the senior Titan. Combining his telescopic and X-Ray visions, this shouldn't take too- There he is! Sentinel leaped into the air, cracking the rooftop under him with the force of his take off. Sentinel soared through the air, landing a block away from Static and the horde attacking him. He wasn't at full strength, but Sentinel had enough power to save his fellow hero and Titan. Another sonic boom announced Sentinel's arrival as he slammed into the crowd of zombies trying to get at Static. "The Titans are under attack! We need to finish up here and get to the tower." Sentinel's heat vision sliced through husk after husk as he smashed and tore them apart with his bare hands, unafraid of their life draining touch. Isaac felt invincible as he fought side by side with Static, felling the beasts with swift and righteous anger.
As the last corpse fell, Sentinel looked towards Static. "Let's go." Sentinel panted before launching into the air and soaring towards Titans Tower. Isaac crashed on the island, sending rock and dirt flying as he landed opposite the tower. He set to work attacking the husks, brute forcing his way toward the hangar. He was going to save them. He was going to save them all.
"Sentinel to the team, I'm coming for you! Just hold out for a little longer. I brought a friend." | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,678 | 1,361 | 70 | 530 | 302 | Oh, come on... Rhea moaned as piles upon piles of the infected rushed at them from all sides. "Where in da name of da seven hells be they comin' from?!" the healer shouted, abruptly, noticing that she was surrounded. "Well..." the single word escaped her lips, filled with much emotion than usual. Was this really how she was going to die... zombie chow? She imagined going down in a much more honourable path... 'tis a shame that she would meet her end here. Suddenly, tendrils of ice shot through the ship, impaling her pursuers. It didn't take a genius to know who the person was and, by the gods, Rhea's eyes beamed in hope as she saw her comrade coming back for her. Instantly, the thoughts of surrender and helplessness were sundered from the fabric of her psyche as she gritted her teeth, the look of determination and righteous fury burning in her eyes. "Thanks, Thermos." Rhea smiled as she pulled back her sleeves. "Dun worry... Lil'o me be not as helpless as I think I am." the healer smirked proudly, producing a myriad of all types of cells, gathering her strength into both her fists. Rhea bent down upon one of the impaled zombies and easily pulled out one of the long shards of ice from the body; a weapon was finally in her hand. Damn, it was cold but it would have to do.
She would show them, she would show Thermos, she would show Sentinel, she'd show them all that this healer wasn't going to go down without a fight. Using the same window that Thermos used to enter, Rhea slipped out and landed on the ground, rolling forward as a result. Instantly, hordes of the undead lunged at her with unrelenting voracity. Bone cells, skin cells, blood cells and every type of cell in her body divided and multiplied rapidly, causing an unnatural surge of strength to overcome the woman. Of course, her strength could not be compared to that of the demigod and Sentinel, but it was damn sure enough to launch waves upon waves of zombies writhing through the air as the icy weapon in her hand collided with her enemies, shattering her weapon in the process.
As she got a brief breather, Rhea nearly collapsed from the overexertion as she turned to Thermos. "I be needin' a better weapon, Thermos! I'll have to be goin' to Rose's room. Assist me, pretty please?" she said between breaths and pants. Her eyes went over to one of the nearby tool crates and, as quickly, pulled out a crowbar, examining it in the process. "Will this do?" she quipped before a cadaver went to her, prompting Rhea to shriek loudly before swinging the weapon, launching the zombie flying sideways. "Oh..." Rhea exhaled. "Yep, it'll do!" In her mind, more weapons equals good, so, she picked up an iron pipe in her other hand and began running towards the senior dorms, sprinting past Whirlie with a wave. There was a great difference between the two women at this point... While Whirle was coolly and effectively impaling and mutilating the undead, Rhea was flailing her arms, running and screaming for dear life. "A LITTLE HELP?!" Rhea roared as a zombie grabbed her robe, causing the healer to immediately feel nauseous as if... the zombie had this aura of decay. Rhea spun around, swinging the iron pipe with great force, knocking the zombie away whilst a part of her robe was torn asunder. "Now ye done it!"
There was no way that she could reach the top floor by herself. She'd have to wait for her team to assist her. For now, she'd have to content herself with crowbars and pipes. Besides, she stood a better chance at survival together with her comrades. She could only hope that Smoker, Hatty, and Sandy could bring her some weapons to use... that is, if they were still alive. They were mighty enough to stop this invasion assuming that they could work together. A rough transmission echoed through her communicator, the voice of someone strangely familiar reverberating in her ears: it was Static, one of the senior titans! Rhea lifted the communicator to her lips, her voice as shaky as her soul. "Cell, here. We be copyin' ya, Static. Ten titans surrounded by, probably, da same things dat be attackin' ya; six in the hangar and the rest be up in da upper levels."
Rhea could feel that her strength was waning, her body bending over to the fatigue that she could feel ever so increasingly. At this rate, with only six of them in the hangar, they'd get overrun soon. The hordes of hell were relentless in their numbers and, unlike the titans, the cadavers were never getting tired. Suddenly, another transmission echoed through her communicator; there was a voice that she recognized ever so easily. "Sentinel!" Rhea beamed with joy before swatting a zombie with the crowbar. "Take yer time. We can be handlin' dis!" Cell looked at her comrades, realizing that this was their time to work together. After all, a team that kills zombies together, stays together. "Our team be comin' fer us, guys! Let's be showin' dem dat we can clean up faster dan dey can get here!" Rhea rallied through the communicator before picking up two iron pipes and swatting them at the invaders. "Let's be fightin' our way out of da tower! We'll be meetin' up with Hatty, Smoker and Sandy en route. I can already be guessin' dat dey 'ave a'ready cleaned up there." At this Rhea, battled her way to the upper floors, confident that, for once, they wouldn't be just 'teen titans', they would be something more: a team.
I dun 'ave much time left... I can't... keep... fightin'... | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,679 | 1,361 | 71 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC was glad that he was able to save Rhea from the horde. He'd hate to admit it, but he would have missed hearing her broken English. He almost corrected her when she called him Thermos, but then he remembered that she tended to give her teammates nicknames. He also should have picked something better than Thermo for his hero name. Now that he was thinking about it, it really did sound stupid and lame. He just wasn't the creative type when it came to things like that. After Rhea slipped out of the window he turned to Max. "You're right. We need to get them to open areas. We need to push them out of the Tower." It was honestly easier said than done. Despite the amount of zombies that they killed the others still tried to press forward instead of trying to retreat. They had a one track mind right now and that was eating themselves some Titans.
Thermo then jumped back out of the window and followed Rhea. He attacked zombies that she didn't and kept on moving with her. When she said that she needed to go to Rose's room to look for weapons he nodded and opted to go with her. "Devil, stay down here with the others and keep trying to push the others out. I'll continue heading up with Cell." What was this feeling inside of him? Leadership, compassion, camaraderie? They were mostly unfamiliar to him since he had both recently just joined the Titans and even more recently became a stand-in leader. It felt... weird yet oddly satisfying in a way. He shook his head. He didn't have time to think about his feelings right now. There were still team members to save and corpses to re-kill.
He heard a distress call on his communicator and was going to respond to it, but Rhea did before him. It was Static and he needed their help. He didn't know how they would be able to get to him from here though. They did have members out there like Sentinel and Wonder Boy, but he wasn't sure how they were fairing against the zombies while also protecting the civilians. Fortunately soon after Sentinel smoke into his communicator telling Static that he was on his way.
They continued to battle and battle and they were getting tired doing so. He was sure that he was going to have to sleep after this, but he wondered if they would even get to sleep in the tower for a while. It seemed that Cell was almost ready to give up until Sentinel spoke into their communicator again. He was on his way and he guessed that the friend he was bringing was Static. They needed one of their powerhouses back to the tower and now that a senior member of the team was coming with them they might really stand a chance.
This seemingly revitalized JC as well. He spoke into his communicator again. "Titans. I know some of us are getting tired and that this seems like an endless horde, but I know that we'll overcome this. We're wo---." He blasted a zombie coming for him. "Working together to fight this. Cell and I are heading to the upper levels. I need the rest of you to push these glorified corpses out of the Tower. I have a plan." He wasn't entirely sure that it'd work. He used his ice a lot so far and he could feel his body growing colder. Oh right. He forgot the thing. "Oh yeah. I don't like saying it, but insert call to action here."
He hoped the others would be able to push out the zombies. He had confidence in them. He just hoped that they had confidence in him. Things started out rough in the beginning, but he had no doubt that they'd stand tall through this. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,680 | 1,361 | 72 | 2,425 | 425 | Deadly Inspection
Static's barrier wasn't going to hold any longer as he heard that help was coming from both Sentinel and Rhea. The tower was under attack from those things, people dying as those thing bite into them. Man, he knew that he needed to write out the report and he didn't know where to start. But, his barrier was slowly disappearing as Static was getting tired of using his powers this long. He was going to give up right on the spot, but a sonic boom sent those things away from the barrier. Some even hit the barrier as well as the ground nearby him.
"The Titans are under attack! We need to finish up here and get to the tower." Sentinel said as he was still fighting those things with his laser eyes. Static only needed a moment to take a breather and start helping out Sentinel with the hoard. With his ball of lightning, he threw it into a crowd and it shocked them into the ground. Then, he grabbed a car nearby with his powers and threw it into the crowd. After the battle, Sentinel panted into the sky and Static didn't even have a change to ask questions. He sighed as he walked towards his saucer and then saw a metal pipe on the wall nearby his saucer. With his powers, he grabbed the pipe and pulled it out of the wall as steam roared in the air.
He looked at it and smiled at his new weapon for now as he put it in his pocket, where the saucer goes. Then, he got on it and raced towards the tower as he was told that it was under attack. He didn't know what to expect and do as he raced there and saw the tower overrun by those things. His hands were lighting as he got ready to attack and then Sentinel said that he brought a friend. Static aimed his hands towards the hoard and fired on them as they were too shocked to move.
"Hello, it's nice to see you all again! But, I'd like to see you all while the city is under attack." Static said as he raced towards the hanger after he fired his lighting towards the hoard. After getting inside the hanger, he got off of his saucer and watched it fall apart; but, he used his powers and launched the hexagonal disks into those things as most of them hit them in the chest area. As soon as he landed in the hanger, he grabbed the pipe and said towards the hoard, "I hope that you're ready for this shock.". He then used the pipe as a melee weapon as one of them came towards him and Static hit him in the face as he was sent flying to the ground.
Then, he kept using the pipe as a way to push forward until he reached one of the titans, Thermo. After reaching to him, he threw the pipe towards a changing husk and hitting him in the face. He needed a second to breath and turned to him and said in a demanding voice, "Can you tell me what's going on?". | | NAME |
Virgil Ovid Hawkins
| ALIAS |
Static
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT |
Powers
Bang Baby: Static's physiology was altered by a mutant-genetic explosion which caused him to adapt unusual powers. Static's body itself can generate raw electromagnetic energy, which he has learned to manipulate, control and enhance.
Super-Conductive Electromagnetism: Static can sense sources of electromagnetic energy or objects that can be affected by it such as underground water pipes. He can magnetize and demagnetize metals.
Electromagnetic Fields: Static generates an Electromagnetic field just like the earth and the sun generate their own Electromagnetic fields. Static can also create barriers and shields that he can use to block, repel, hold back attacks and defend himself in battle.
Electromagnetic Levitation: Static can cause objects to fly (metal is the easiest material to manipulate and wood is the most difficult).
Wavelength Tuning: Static can hear radio waves meaning he can listen in on the police broadband and music stations, as well as tapping into the phone lines so he can make calls.
Electrokinesis: Static can generate electricity from his body and administer it in a range of different attacks and uses. He can charge devices, drain devices and project his electricity in a variety of controlled ways.
Electrical Displays: Electromagnetic Light Displays that Static can shoot into the sky in the forms of pictures and words. With more power behind it, Static can make these into Electromagnetic Nets and/or Cage.
Electromagnetic Force Bolts: Static can fire Bursts of electromagnetic energy from his hands for uses like electrifying objects, administering large scale "Static Clings", generating shields and barriers.
Ball Lightning: Named after Ball Lightning, the weather phenomenon. Electromagnetic Energy compressed into a large ball and thrown at targets; an offensive maneuver in a combat situation.
Static Cling: Static can adhere most objects or people to surfaces and other objects, plus Static can magnetize surfaces.
Abilities
Science: Static is a highly gifted student with a particular interest in the maths and sciences. Static also possesses an almost fanboyish knowledge of comic books, role playing games, and science fiction.
Tactical Analysis: Static is able to apply his scientific knowledge in combat and real life situations and does so almost intuitively. This allows him a certain advantage over less clever opponents.
Multilingualism: Virgil has learned to speak German for unknown reasons and is fluent enough to carry on a simple conversation in the language.
Strength level
Static possesses the normal strength of a boy his age, height and build who engages in moderate regular exercise.
Transportation
Static Saucer: Static uses it to fly through the air.
Weapons
Static Traps: Normally, Static does not use any real weapons and mainly relies on his electromagnetic powers in battle. However, to defeat particularly formidable opponents, he will employ his "static traps," a well-planned use of his powers and everyday materials. These static traps were limited only by Static's creativity and the preparation time available.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES |
For unknown reasons, Static can be affected by electricity-wielding metahumans whose powers are derived from Quantum Juice. Hence, the electrostatic bolts generated by the mad doctor Byron Kilgore caused pain to Static, who is normally immune to the effects of high voltage electricity. Why this vulnerability exists is a mystery.
| NOTES |
None that I could think of right this second.
Holocaust was out on the streets of Dakota City again as the news highlighted him on the television. Static flew pass the people gathered around the television out a store on his saucer. Traveling as fast as he could, he saw Holocaust throwing an officer in his squad car. Then, he saw Static as he got back to ground level and got out of his saucer. Holocaust smiled at the sight of Static as he said, "Static. How are the wounds of our last battle doing?".
"Wounds." Static chuckles at Holocaust' comment, "I think that I got you lock up the last time as I shocked you, dude". Holocaust started to get upset as his fists were on fire now and said, "Shut up and show that you're a man! FIGHT ME.".
Static grinned at his request and said, "Fine, I will fight you. But, here's are some of my mixtapes!". He threw the hexagonal disks from his used to be saucer towards Holocaust, all three hitting him. "You little shit." Holocaust said as he saw Static running towards him with his staff. A single punch sent Static flying towards the ground with a burn mark on his face. "Got you." he grinned as he readies his punch, but Static rolled away before the punch hit the ground.
Static made a large ball of lighting and threw towards Holocaust as he felt the shock. He made an electromagnetic cage for Holocaust to think about his crimes. Realizing that he was trapped in the cage, Holocaust said towards Static, "I will kill you the next time that we meet.". Static just laugh the threat off as he waited for someone to get this guy. |
50,681 | 1,361 | 73 | 307 | 2,322 | Blue Paladin IX
Kid Flash zipped off pretty quick, sounding pissed off about something, though what it was he never really said. Something about Paladin speaking to much, though if that's all it took to get Speedy Gonzales' dander up then Mal was really unsure if he was the kind of individual you'd like to have the fate of the world resting in his hands. Seemed too unstable by half.
Whatever. His issue was his issue, no point two people getting worked up over nothing. Blue Paladin IX got back to the task of patrolling the skies, scanning for the anomaly that had gotten away from him earlier, all while helping the evacuation process in any way he could, a job Kid Flash had left half finished. He was just in the process of escorting a little old lady out of the fifth floor bedsit she had been left stranded in when he glimpsed a speck in the distance, bounding away from San Fran towards the harbour. Curious as to what it was he zoomed in, only to see Superboy bounding away towards the Titan Tower.
What in the world. . . He could hardly believe his eyes. These so called superheroes where abandoning the city in it's time of need, leaving the weak and the defenceless to fend for themselves. Yes, Mal had heard the other Titan's distress calls, and he could understand the worry that Superboy must have felt for his team-mates, in dire peril while he was removed from them. But is that an excuse for abandoning the city to it's horror? A city wholly unprepared for that which assailed it, while he ran off, playing cavalry to a group of teens with enough power to level cities? Teens that had picked this life of danger for themselves?
No, it wasn't. They were supposed to be heroes, and heroes saved people. They didn't leave them while their cities burned.
Well if the Titan's weren't going to do it then Mal would just have to pick up the slack on his own. Gritting his teeth he abandoned the search for the anomaly for the moment, knowing that he'd need all his concentration levelled towards the task at hand, stopping a city from devouring itself. Easy. He quickly devised a plan, and instantly began to act upon it. Admittedly it was a stop gap effort, but it wasn't the only one he could think of that wouldn't end with complete and utter mayhem.
Using his scanners to identify an area of the city that had been completely cleared of live innocents, he designated that as the 'paddock'. Then he spent the next ten minutes moving the undead to the paddock. The easiest method was to fly just out of reach, and use himself as bait to lead them where he wanted them. Though he was surprised by how few there seemed to be. According to even his most conservative calculations there should be at least several hundred more of the zombies. Then again, as problems went 'Not enough zombies' was hardly the worst one in the world. Maybe he'd judged Kid-Flash and Superboy to harshly, and they had managed to save more people than he'd first thought. Seemed he owed them an apology.
He had the zombies corralled, and was just about to enact the second portion of his plan when the call came through, a stern, tightly clipped voice that still carried a great depth of paternal fury, one that Mal knew all too well.
“Malcolm, what the hell do you think you're doing?”
“Oh, hi dad. How's it going?” Malcolm was going for non-chalant. He was in trouble anyway, might as well really tick the old man off. In for a penny, in for a pound. For his part Edward Summerhold didn't lose a shred of control. That's the benefit of years of military training.
“Jesus wept, Malcolm! You're still treating this like a game! Think of how dangerous this is, you could--” Edward sounded like he was going to continue, but Mal cut him off.
“If you're going to say 'could be killed' then don't bother finishing that sentence. Instead think of how dangerous it must be for all the thousands of non-genius inhabitants of San-Francisco, who don't have the added benefit of wearing super-advanced, multi-billion dollar armoured suits.” Mal imagined could almost hear his dad's forehead vein throbbing all the way across the planet. He was gonna be in trouble when he went home.
“That's it, shut him down Glen.” There was no response, or at least not an audible one. Glen, Mal's uncle and the principal designer of the Paladin, was a brilliant scientific mind, and a man who much preferred potent action to useless words. He would be launching override codes and puppet sequences into the Paladin's CPU, aiming to order the Father Box to open a portal that would return the Warframe back to the relative safety of South Wales. . . .Or at least he would have been if Mal hadn't planned for that eventuality.
“Ooh. . . We're no strangers to love. . . ” The opening lines of Rick Astley's hit single, 'Never going to give you up', began in the background, providing the perfect counterpoint to Mal's dad's flustered swearing.
“Oh come on old man, you honestly thought I wouldn't realize you'd put a kill code in the armour!” Edward didn't reply, or at least not constructively. Yup, Mal was definitely in trouble when he got home. He couldn't help the wide grin that stretched from cheekbone to cheekbone. He'd definitely earned it.
He cut the line to his father and uncle, and got back to the task of saving the world. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,682 | 1,361 | 74 | 1,015 | 2,826 | The Zombies all started to break in, but Rufus was devising a plan against them. It wasn't a serum to cure them, nor was it to blast all of the zombies into space. It was a cruder plan, one that would require a lot of legwork. Turning, he found his teammates tearing through the zombies to avoid dying themselves. The idea was survival of the fittest, and Rufus wasn't completely against killing, sometimes it was necessary, and these things weren't even alive. Right?
Dashing through the tower, he went through all of the armories and got every piece of restraining equipment he could find, police issued handcuffs, batcuffs, zipties, chains and rope. He even found some fuzzy cuffs in Rose's room. Each Zombie he came in contact with, he incapacitated without killing, breaking their legs were fine, though. He threw all of the gear into boxes that he dashed down into the hangar with, succesively restraining any zombie in his path, restraining them in their hands and feet to avoid any damage at all they could do. As he arrived in the hangar his teammates were already tearing through the Zombies. He had to stop them, it wasn't evil demonic beings they were slaughtering, it was mostly people.
"Titans, stand down." He said via the communicator as he dashed around his teammates, restraining the zombies they inevitably would have killed. "Titans, I repeat, stand down." He said, as he was panting, his hands on his knees as he was trying to catch his breath, sweat was trickling down onto his black mask. "We need to keep the people safe. Both those that are already 'gone', and those that aren't. Amazon, you fly into the suburbs and find out if this is spreading, one of you join him. Remember, no killing. Lock & Load, use your abilities to find a way to inhibit the zombies, like the meta collars in Belle Reve, but for Zombies. Rest of you.. Fuck, I don't know. Thermo, stay in charge."
As he was just about to head into the city to find Sentinel, the Krpytonian arrived with a senior Titan in tow. The blood on Isaac's hands made Rufus start to worry Was there even a city left if Isaac had let loose? They needed to find whatever it was that was behind this all, provided that the dickhead in the tin can suit was right about that. Once they had settled that, he was gonna have to figure out a way to deal with the Kryptonian. | | NAME: |
Rufus Charlie Specter
| ALIAS: |
Accelerate.
The Hub City Speedster.
| ABILITIES/SKILLS |
Kinetic Manipulation:
Unlike the Flash and his fellow speedsters Rufus is not connected to the speed force. His abilities comes from his metegene and he is able to manipulate kinetic energy around and within himself. Using this energy to perform a large amount of superhuman feats.
Super Speed:
His most notable use for his kinetic manipulation is his speed. He generates and absorbs kinetic energy at all times, using it to increase the vibrations within his cells and greatly increasing the work load his cells can handle allowing him to move at super human speeds.
Super Strength:
More akin to enhanced strength. Rufus's strength is above that of regular humans as to prevent his body from breaking into small pieces while moving at super speed. It's a biproduct of the massive influx of kinetic energy in his body.
Super Reflexes and Dexterity:
When the energy hits his brain all of his senses becomes hyper alert, allowing him to follow a speeding bullet with his eyes and catch it with his teeth. His superhuman dexterity is the product of him practicing his agility while moving at super speed.
Genius Intellect: Rufus can read at approximately 60 times the speed of the quickest readers of mankind. Allowing him to take in great amounts of information in no time. Thus he's a genius ranking among the smartest young minds in the world.
Super durability: Rufus heals no where near as fast as the Flash family, but due to him constantly absorbing and generating kinetic energy he is able to mitigate a lot of physical damage to his body, allowing him to feign super durability. He's been shown to be able to handle getting hit by Superboy in the face without breaking a bone.
Energy Management: While it is completely possible for him to use his powers to overcharge objects with kinetic energy to increase their durability or even cause them to become unstable, so unstable they would explode he rarely does that as he thinks it's highly unreliable. It is also possible for him to transfer some of his kinetic energy to another person, giving them a part of his power for a limited time. He does not want to use this as he can not predict the outcome of it.
Hero training: Rufus have been trained by the Urban Shaman of Hub City, The Question. Vic Sage taught him basic martial arts, detective work and interregation techniques. But he was mostly trained how to make sure to always use his powers to be a thorough as possible.
| Equipment: |
Resemblance of costume
Speedster Tunic: The tunic he dons is one previously worn by Jay Garrick and was created back in the golden age of heroics, it's special fabrics are made to withstand the stress of super speed.
Gear: Rest of his gear is composed of home built superhero gear composed of components from biker or military gear from the internet. The Goggles were a gift from the League when he became a titan, they are armed with a heads up display that allows him to keep track of GPS, his own speed and location and satellite imagery. It's also armed with infrared and night vision.
Trucker hat: a 25 dollar trucker hat he wrote a A on with a spray bottle. He practically hordes these hats.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Rufus's speed requires time to rack up. He can at any moment reach speeds of 300 Kilometers per hour with the kinetic energy stored in his body while it's in 'resting mode'. His usual combat speed is somewhere between Mach 1 and 2, but with enough time and momentum to generate enough energy he could reach Mach 3 or 4.
Rufus is unlike the Flahs's not a very chill guy. He takes things seriously at all times and is quick to anger, he refuses to admit that he's wrong and always thinks himself to be the smartest guy in a room. He's a fan of claiming to be 'objectively right'.
His most notable weakness is momentum, would Rufus get stopped from moving and thus generating energy his powers would diminish quickly.
He is completely without a connection to the speed force, and he can thus not use the many utility aspects of speed like the Flashfamily can.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The car bumped on the dirt road, a pot hole had been the culprit. The truck kept going without much of a hitch. The driver's head turned behind them as the sirens were heard behind them. A sports car blew past them followed by four police cruises. The driver looked at the passenger and scoffed. "You gonna catch that?" He asked. The man's name was Harvey, and next to him was his son, Rufus.
Rufus nodded. "I probably should, shouldn't I?" he looked at his dad whom pulled the car over. "You have a disguise?" And Rufus shook his head. "Neh. I would only need that if they actually could get a look at me." His dad smiled "Take this." He said, handing Rufus the yellow trucker hat and the black shades. Rufus took them and looked back at his dad. "Cheers pops." He said, putting on the hat and the shades, the turned the cap around on his head a bang of his hair poking out of the cap as he took off a cloud of dust being left behind him.
"Damn that kid's fast." Harvey said to himself.
Following the sound of the sirens Rufus soon caught up to the cops, the three minute run had given him enough juice to easily outrun the sports car. The black and yellow streak his clothes left as he sped by the police cruises letting them know that their job was finished. Speeding up next to the driver's window, Rufus sent his fist through the window, knocking the driver unconscious. He unlocked the door and opened it, getting in he pushed the knocked out driver to the passenger seat and slowed the car down to a skidding halt. As soon as the car had stopped he vanished in a blur again.
| NOTES: |
Thinks the Flash Family is idiots for leaving room for error.
Is a perfectionist.
Sourpuss.
Prone to random spats of sarcasm.
Polite most of the time unless ticked off. |
50,683 | 1,361 | 75 | 1,419 | 3,695 | Despite saving Rhea, it would seem that Thermo had either ignored or was completely oblivious to the presence of the twins instead the T-Wing as it was being ripped apart by the zombies who were desperate to get at those inside. Having buckled up for the flight, the pair of blonde twins struggled against their restraints, but in the panic it turned out to be all for nothing as numerous pairs of hungry jaws were set upon them, their screams barely audible in the chaos as they were practically torn apart, nothing left behind to be zombified.
Stronger! The Zuggernaut scream through the hive's mind as he turned his eyes towards Sentinel, the power of the Kryptonian's lifeforce practically oozing off of him.
"The 'S'." Matvei hissed as his jaw practically dislocated, hanging down low before chattering his black teeth together. "Feed on him!" Matvei yelled as every zombie simultaneously turned to look at Sentinel. Scrambling from the remains of the T-Wing, the zombies grasped at pieces of sheared metal which turned into crude blades thanks to the powers of the twin. Slashing their way through the rest of the Titans, the blade began to evolve from crude to razor sharp.
Hearing Rufus' voice on the comm, Evan rolled his eyes. It would seem in Rose's absence that everyone was calling out orders but him.
"Acknowledge." Evan muttered, pulling several gold coins from his pocket and placing them over the eyes of the zombies he had downed. Jumping into the air, he kicked off against a wall, pushing himself into the air as he let out a sharp whistle. Jumping again, Evan flipped into the air, landing on Bellophron's back as he headed off towards the suburbs. As he flew through the air, Evan spotted another airborne figure. Urging Bellophron forward Evan caught up to the flying armored suit as he called out to him.
"Hey! Help me secure the suburbs?" Evan asked observing the areas below were essentially clear. It seemed that most of the zombies had headed to the tower and as much as he would have liked to go assist the other Titans, someone had to stay with the city. "I need to ensure the zombies haven't made it out that far yet. Ideally they haven't but at worst we need to ensure they haven't made it out of the city." | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
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The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
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| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
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-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,684 | 1,361 | 76 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max was pumped up and ready to kick some zombie ass after hearing JC give his speech over the intercom. He was reluctant to stay down with the others and not follow Thermo, but he did as he was told. He was surprised to see Static suddenly come into the fray with his flashy electrical powers, but then he remembered that the hero was a senior member of the Titans. Max was also slightly pissed when he heard Sentinel's voice, fancy of you to show up airhead he thought to himself. If him and Rufus hadn't just taken off then things may not have been as bad as it had become. When he heard Rufus shout over the communicators for them to stand down, he thought the speedster was insane.
"Are crazy?! We're being surrounded in here" he replied back as he whacked a zombie with bloody bat and then swung the other direction doing a 180 to slam a zombie coming at him from behind in the jaw. He listened to the rest of Rufus' orders and rolled his eyes when the speedster didn't come with a plan for everyone else except Evan and the twins. The twins! He had forgotten about them and looked for them only to see the horde of the undead rip apart the T-Wing and gorge themselves on the two inside. He gave a cry of fury and tore at the zombies more ferociously.
"The twins are dead! I repeat the twins are dead!" he shouted into the communicator as he busted open a zombies skull with a might swing. Two of their own had just become a snack for these retched creatures and they would have to wait to mourn their death. He hadn't expected to already lose teammates so soon and he felt sick at the brutality of their death. They weren't just murdered, they had been slaughtered and eaten by grotesque fiends. Stunt Devil then saw the zombies start to manifest abilities similar to those of the recently deceased twins and realized that these things could learn abilities from the metahumans they consumed. He would have to be more careful and faster with his bat to avoid suffering a fate like Lock and Load. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,685 | 1,361 | 77 | 1,617 | 689 | Zane was asleep when the call to arms had been sounded. He woke up in a dazed stat no knowing what was going and only caught up by listening to his team mates frantically through the intercom. He heard that Rose was gone and not coming back so Thermo was left in charge. The boy had a good speech and it gave Zane the energy he needed to get down the rest of these steps to the hangar. But then something else he heard on his way down troubled him a lot, Zombies. He was always told to never practice death magic and stay away from undead things. Mostly because there was a scale that needed to be re-balanced or something like that.
Zane teleported back up to his room and grabbed a book on the undead magic and spells he was worried about using it but his team needed him now so time to suck it up and move on. The he heard about the twins death through his communicator. That struck a blow to him on the deepest level, and now something else was on his shoulders to think about. Sadness turned to anger and he stood up and clenched his wand, remembering he had still had an endless power at his finger tips.
"Drows" His wand turned into a sliver short sword meant for him especially, he hoped his usual enchantment worked, it let him cut through most material especially skin. "Lived Tunts ot og." In a flash he was right next to his teammate in the hanger and looking around. He saw zombies everywhere and they had already taken over the T-Wing with is fallen comrades in it. He slashed and cut throught the first few that got close and turned to Max. "Sorry I'm late do you need some help." | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,686 | 1,361 | 78 | 530 | 302 | With Thermo alongside her journey, Rhea managed to ascend to the senior rooms with a few zombies knocked away by her iron pipes. For the most part of the journey, Rhea had always avoided any fatal attack but when the news of the twins' death reached her ears, a dark void began to surge within her. Instantly, memories of the ones who had died in front of her began to haunt her mind. The blood, the tears, the cries and the nerve-wrecking moment when their final breaths would leave their lips, overrode her psyche to the point where her body felt hot and jumpy; revenge would only be the only verdict now. With a guttural scream of horror and fury, Rhea dashed towards one of the last few zombies blocking the way towards the senior dorms, forcibly launching the two iron pipes towards them, impaling the cadavers to the walls with a sickening splat. She burst through Rose's rooms, realizing that the senior titan's room was in shambles, Rhea got to work on finding anything, just anything that could do more damage than a mere iron pipe. After a few minutes of snooping, she finally found a japanese katana, probably one of Rose's favoured weapons since the titan did excel in swordsmanship alongside her martial arts prowess. She unsheathed the blade, realizing that the faint vibration upon pulling out the sword was similar to that of a melody of death-- for those damned zombies, specifically. Suddenly, she heard Tulip echo to her communicator, telling them to avoid killing any more of those monsters. "Negatory dat, Tulip." Rhea responded as a few bladed zombies came shambling towards her. "Dey killed Lock and Load... true, dey ain't no demons but dey ain't no humans either... not in my book, they ain't." With that, Rhea swung the blade in a wide arc with her empowered strength.
All she could see was red and darkness; she wanted to blame herself. She wanted to put all the blame on herself but, for some reason, three faces appeared in her mind almost too forcibly. Sentinel, he who sped away without a second thought, leaving his team behind to die. Tulip, he whose consciousness would never be able to understand the pain of losing a comrade when you were there to witness them die. Finally, Evan... he whose arrogance and deceit left them with none of the strongest titans remaining. Oh, how she wanted to tell herself that everything was her fault but, no... she was just human. "Be sendin' my regards to hell, you sons of bitches." Rhea cussed, noticing that after she had beheaded the first wave of cadavers, another set barged inside the room. Oh, yes, bring it on... Rhea would never satisfied until a river of heads would roll. The enraged healer swung the sheath with much force, sending a resounding blow to her foes, a great torrent of emotions fuelling her every attack.
The zombies were knocked back a few inches but were undeterred as they continued on their rampage. Rhea eyed the bed beside her and, with a few breaths of preparation, she lifted the entire furniture and threw it towards her opponents, pinning them against the room before plunging the katana into the wall and slashing it horizontally, slicing their necks off. As she stepped out of the room, the empowered zombies began to attack her from all sides as she tried her best to stay alive. Slowly but surely, bits of her clothing were beginning to get torn up as wounds were inflicted on her body, although, the incisions healed almost too quickly due to the trillions of cells pumping through her system. The pain that coursed all over her body was welcomed by the healer, believing that the pain would help her atone for her inability to protect Lock and Load; the pain would help her not to blame the three dumbbells. But, no, after each incision was dealt to her, she would only remember the three boys, blaming them for the wounds on both her soul and body.
Finally, after what seemed to be ages, the last zombie fell at her feet. Rhea looked terrible, her own blood staining her shredded robes with crimson liquid. Her nerves were too frayed to even care for the blood that covered her figure from head to toe. She noticed the zombies that Tulip had restrained as a twisted smile crept up on her face. Her lips parted as her voice sang a melody she knew all too well from her childhood.
“Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head,
Chip chop chip chop – the last man’s dead.”
As Rhea began walking down the steps, she left behind her a trail of the restrained zombies, their heads rolling on the floor. It seemed that something else was attracting the cadavers; there was someone much more important than them. It didn't take a genius for her to know who it was though. She saw a zombie at her feet as her eyes glared at the writhing restrained cadaver; after a few seconds, the katana was swung high as the head rolled away from the body. "Scum..." her lips spat out with much venom. Finally, she saw Thermo once more. Her eyes were blank and cold, her mind suppressing her emotions or else... she would be a whimpering pile of mess by now. Beside, Thermo was Static... supposedly, a good sight but for Rhea, he was nothing; she felt nothing. She had sworn that none of her comrades would suffer while she was alive... for her to fail so quickly was too much for the healer to bear. "Thermo, I think I done somethin' bad. I couldn't save dem and, now, I be killin' dis people." Rhea mumbled, the katana gripped firmly in her hand. "If I can't save anyone... what am I good for?" Her shaking shoulders betrayed how much in shambles she actually was, her teeth biting her lower lip to such an extent that sanguine liquid dripped out of it.
What am I good for? What am I even worth for? Should I even be a titan? | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,687 | 1,361 | 79 | 1,243 | 1,011 | Thermo waited on the steps while Rhea went to the Senior Dorms. He decided that it would be best for him to stay there and deter any remaining zombies from coming upstairs and catching them by surprise while she looked for a weapon. Why did it seem like there was a limitless amount of these things anyway? He fought while listening to the communicator. When Rufus spoke and told them not to kill the zombies he didn't understand why he wanted them to refrain from killing them when that was how most of the team would have been able to handle them. JC had been either freezing them in place or impaling them with ice. He had even just created a spear of ice to help him with the job. Soon after Rufus spoke Max did as well revealing to the team that the twins had died.
It was at this moment that Thermo stopped in his tracks. It was his first day in charge of the team and he lost two members already. How could people respect him as a leader now? Why did he even care? He didn't even want to be a leader, but it started to feel so natural. Was his father right? Pain and death will only follow him. This was all his fault. It just had to be, didn't it? JC then felt an eerie presence of cold. It wasn't the normal cold that he was used to. It was much different. He couldn't see what was happening around him. He was blinded by the tears flowing from his eyes. He felt his body becoming numb and cold. What was going on? This wasn't his doing, was it? No... He could tell what was going on now. He was being drained... JC could feel himself growing weaker by the second. More zombies had arrived. He could end this right now. He could let them take him. End his eternal suffering right here and now.
No. That wasn't who he was. That wasn't Jeremiah Cooper and it certainly wasn't Thermo. He could feel the temperature started to rise around him. His ice spear melting right in his hands. The tears in his eyes were evaporating and clearing his eyes. He looked at his enemies with a look of pure death. He was their Undertaker. They were closer now and even some had been able to grab hold of him. That would be the last thing they were going to be able to do to him.
He closed his eyes for what seemed like a second and when he opened them there was a new ice age in the stairwell. The husks were frozen in place. If Rufus wanted them preserved then they'd be preserved. Soon afterwards Static came up to him and asked him what was going on. He didn't think that it took a genius to figure out the basics of what was going on. JC was silent for a moment before finally responding. "Zombies took over the city. Now they're attacking the Tower. We don't know anything else."
He turned to Rhea when she came down the stairs to him. She was covered in blood. He wasn't sure if all of it was hers or if some of it belonged to the zombies that she had to fight. When it came to combat maybe she wasn't useless. She had proved that to him today. She however wasn't convinced that she had a purpose. That if she wasn't able to save them what else was she good for her?
The next part may have been the most confusing part of it all. What JC was doing was so out of character that it seemed like a retcon. He made sure to avoid the katana in her hand and hugged her. He didn't care about her blood stained and tattered clothes. He didn't care that her blood was soaking his outfit now either. None of that mattered. "I'm sorry..." He started. "It's... all my fault. I left them... I'm no leader, but you are still a Titan. That doesn't change."
He finally removed himself from her body and turned to Static. "Take her downstairs and continue pushing the zombies outside. I'm ending this now. I'm going to the roof."
It was time for him to do something right today. He immediately started heading upstairs not stopping to respond to any words that they might have had. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,688 | 1,361 | 80 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Another zombie dead and Max was starting to feel his muscles become tired. His training had helped him develop endurance, but in a life or death battle his adrenaline and training would only keep him going at full strength for so long. These unholy beasts just kept on coming and Max had to become more precise with his strikes to try and minimize his usage of energy in order to keep from tiring out. After he shattered the bones in a zombie's neck severing the spinal cord, Max switched to using his shotgun and began shooting at any undead that came near him. It was a few seconds afterwards that Zane the magic-user suddenly appeared beside him. This caught him off guard and he almost took aim, but he stopped himself after realizing that it was a teammate. When he heard Zane ask if he needed any help Max just gave the teenage magician an 'are you serious?' look.
"Of course not, why would I need help when my powers are perfect for taking on a bunch of infectious undead?" he said with his voice full of sarcasm.
"Of course I need your help! Everyone needs help right now, we're getting overrun so get that magic working and do something to clear this place of these wretched creatures" he said sternly to the Titan as he blew open a zombie's head scattering its brains all over the floor. Max then heard Rhea's response to Rufus' commands and he knew from how she had spoken that the news of the twins had made her desire to kill these fiends. He understood her pain, he too didn't want to show these things mercy and he wouldn't, they had killed two of their teammates.
"Thermo, Cell, if your still here we need you get here as fast you can. I know that you're devastated with what happened to the twins, I am as well, but we need to stay strong and defeat these fiends. Never give up! Titans now! Titans forever!" he said into the communicator and hoped that he could get their leader to keep his spirits up in case he had lost them after hearing of Lock and Load's death. One thought also came into his mind, where the hell is Sentinel?!, the Kryptonian still hadn't arrived yet and Max was getting frustrated at the absence of a heavy hitter in this horrible situation. They now more than ever needed a Kryptonian's strength to help put an end to this horror and chaos. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,689 | 1,361 | 81 | 793 | 1,516 | Super-senses. They had their uses, I've told you this before. They let Sentinel find people trapped miles underground. Or they alert him to a plane falling out of the sky that needs catching. Perfect power for a Kryptonian, right? They help guys like Isaac prevent tragedy. Yet...Sentinel can hear everything in the tower. Even down to a pin drop. There wasn't anything he wasn't aware of. That's not always a good thing. He could hear Cell and Thermo bashing their way through hordes of the dead to get upstairs. Sentinel could hear Devil and Magi fighting in the hangar. He could hear Whirlpool, and Static, and..and..
The screams.
He could hear them screaming.
"W-What?" Sentinel muttered as he bashed zombie after zombie. He tried his best to be non-lethal. After all, Rufus thought they could be cured. Isaac stopped fighting when he heard the twins scream. The young Kryptonian whipped his head towards the hangar, using his X-ray vision to see through the metal and stone. He focused in on the T-Wing, and he watched. Sentinel watched the husks tear the girls apart, and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Sentinel felt his lip quiver as his hearing went haywire, like someone turned it up to eleven. Now he could hear even more. Flesh ripping. Eyes popping. Blood flowing. "GEM! SIA!" Sentinel screamed. The Titan impaled multiple husks on his fists, chucking them at super speed into the horde. He charged towards the hangar, using his body as a battering ram. The Kryptonian slammed through the wall, landing with a thud on the hangar floor. The zombies that had been attacking him rushed through the hole Sentinel made, making a mad dash towards the new fleshlings. Sentinel ignored everything else as he sprinted toward the T-Wing at mach 2. He tore through metal like it was wet tissue paper, exploding entire corpses with a swing of his fists. "Lock? Load?!"
Sentinel knew they were dead. He'd watched the husks pull them in half. But maybe his eyes had lied. Maybe he could save them.
The Kryptonian broke through the final door, chucking it out of the T-Wing as if it weighed less than a feather. Isaac stopped in his tracks. The plane was filled with blood. There were maybe half a dozen husks, all surrounding the twins' bodies..Or whatever was left of them. "NO!" Isaac cried. Two beams of heat, as intense as any fire, incinerated the walking dead. Sentinel stumbled past the seats towards where they had been. He fell to his knees in a pool of their remains, searching desperately for any sign of life. Two, beautiful girls, now reduced to nothing but entrails and organs. Not even a limb was left unscathed. Grant tried to speak, but he felt like his throat was stuffed full of chalk. Tears ran down Sentinel's cheeks as the young Kryptonian screamed. His cry was primal, guttural. Inhuman. Sentinel roared like an enraged, mindless beast as he destroyed the T-Wing in a ball of fire. Isaac's eyes glazed over as he walked out of the flame.
Another roar exited Sentinel's throat as he began to attack anything that moved. Zombies and husks fell in spades, heads exploding from the sheer force of his blows. The dead crumbled as they were froze from the outside in. Others disappeared as Sentinel's heat vision erased them from existence. The Kryptonian fought with reckless abandon, destroying everything in his path. Bodies fell all around Isaac as he lashed out. In his blind rage, Sentinel mistook Stunt Devil for a husk. Isaac slammed a powerful fist into the teenager's chest, sending the unsuspecting hero flying with the impact. (Or, perhaps not. Perhaps Stunt Devil dodged the wild blow. It was difficult for Sentinel to make out what was happening.) A normal person would have died. Luckily for Max, he wasn't normal. Sentinel turned his senseless eyes towards Zane, moments from punching a whole in the magician's face. In a moment of cosmic irony, it seemed the husks had decided to target Sentinel and Sentinel alone. The Kryptonian was tackled to the floor by a horde of growling, drooling cadavers before he could hurt his teammate. "RAAAAARGGHHH!" Sentinel leaped into the air, dragging the horde with him as he slammed through the hangar ceiling and flew out into the sunlight. Sentinel crashed into the ground, kicking up dust, dirt and chunks of island as he hit the rocks. The zombies stabbed with their knives and bit with their teeth as they dog piled on top of the steadily weakening superhero.
"NO!" Two beams of bright light shot out of the pile, catching the dead on fire. Sentinel turned his eyes erratically in a fit of panic. He turned the dead to ash in his final throes. Sentinel stumbled, his vision blurry. Another wave of husks was already charging at the weakened Titan. "I'm sorry!" Sentinel slammed his fists onto the ground, using the force of his blows to send a wave of earth into the crowd of husks, smashing them under the weight of the rocks. "I-I couldn't save them either. I can't save anyone!" Isaac was losing it. He was rambling like a madman as he tried to protect himself from the seemingly endless hordes of the living dead. "All my fault!" A husk tackled Sentinel to the ground, more jumping on top of him as the seconds past. "Always my fault..."
Isaac Grant let the void swallow him. The darkness appearing at the edge of his vision threatened to envelop Sentinel forever, yet he couldn't fight it. He wouldn't. Isaac felt his life slipping between his fingers as the husks drained him nearly dry. Isaac used what was left of his strength to grab his communicator. One final message to the rest of the Titans, before Sentinel let himself die. But what should he say? What could he say? "I..." He started, trembling. "...Only wanted to help." Then the little, yellow disk fell out of Sentinel's hand.
Goodbye, world. I deserved every minute of your torture.
I'm no Superman. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,690 | 1,361 | 82 | 1,676 | 1,195 | When the party stopped, I went to bed. At least, I tried to. My chandelier was in a thousand pieces and the bed felt no better than the glass on the floor, so I did what any bat-human hybrid would do, I left and found myself a perch right below a gargoyle. When I woke up, panicking crowds, hungering hordes, and cars winding through the chaos painted over my portrait of the dawn.
I did my best to help. Away from the team, I was sure the Teen Titans of all people wouldn't need me at their defense. Some flying blue fool nearly impaled me with his helmet at one point. The disruption didn't stop me from diving down and pulling a class of schoolchildren to safety, depositing them atop a monument of modern art. They were afraid of me as the zombies however, and several fell to their deaths or into the arms of the undead.
I tried to save them. Almost makes me want to cry.
The few that were transformed walked on, still living momentarily. Although a few got the sharp end of Sentinel's 'sword', deceasing immediately at his might as though it were an obligation.
But I kept on the move, raising people to safety, avoiding the killers, mercenary types, and demi-gods scrambling for control and a sense of importance in this mess. Me? I don't even want to be here anymore. Some of us could hear each other die. I would've loved to come save Lock & Load, but I was tied up rushing a nursing mother to safety.
Then I realized how I'd been worse than useless away from the team. In fact, I heard the mighttiest heartbeat in the entire city spike and realized that none of us were cut out for this alone, not me, not even our lone wolf-powerhouse. So at great speed I flew, I used some conveniently nearby drilling equipment and I penetrated to the room where my fr-teammate was expiring.
Skreee!
At once, I gave the mightiest rip my lungs had ever felt, I swore I'd torn my larynx in half. But it was worth it. Mathematically so and otherwise. Knowing from the days experience I'd grow weak at lower proximity, I revealed from my pouch a sack of explosives I'd lifted from the Batcave days before and I tossed them all around the boy in the cape.
"If we were completely different people this would be a precious moment, but you've got me for now! Come with me before I have no *cough* choice but to go. I need you, personally I need you to live." | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,691 | 1,361 | 83 | 1,617 | 689 | Zane flinched at his harsh tone. The boy could be mean, but he understood circumstances and his question was a stupid one. He cut through two more and remembered what he brought for this situation. "Hey cover me I need a moment." After he said that one of the more aggressive zombies charged at him and impaled its self on Zane's sword, but still took them both down. With some force he pushed it off and grabbed the spell book he brought. He looked at Max and saw that he was getting tired and weaker with every zombie down so he thought he would help. "Danw" the sword turned back into his wand and he pointed it at Max. "Eb ti etom os, lliw ym dna stneicna eht fo rewop eht yb, ecnaruden evig ma dna lleps siht htiw fo eugitaf fo uoy laeh I." The spell should have taken away his fatigue, and given him a boost of endurance for a little while. "Hope that helps.
He looked up and saw two more Zombies hone in on him. "Yticirtcele." A bolt of electricity shot from the tip of the wand and fried the two undead creatures. Then he turned his attention back to the book and started to flip through it to find what he was looking for. "AH-HA!!!" he said with a shriek. The spell was right behind talking with the dead. "Eb ti etom, daed eht hsiuqnav ot erif htaed gninrub eht fo emalf eht nommus htaerb txen ym htiw htob meht xim, htaed ot htaed, erif ot erif." Right after he said the last word nothing happened for a moment and Zane got scared. The his wand started to shake and he pointed it at the nearest zombie. The wand shot out a giant green fire ball and it consumed the creature. The two more sprung from that and so on and such forth. It would slowly burn anything that was undead to ash...hopefully. Zane looked astonished for a moment, he did not expect the spell to work, and then he started to feel the effects of it soon after. He fell to his knees and was out of breath for a moment his lungs felt dry and sweat touched his brow. "Hey! Don't touch the green fire, it should not burn anything living but I don't know yet, it's supposed to kill the zombies." he said into his communicator right before he fell over and clutched his stomach in pain. Never doing this again!! He thought to him self. | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,692 | 1,361 | 84 | 307 | 2,322 | Pistolera
Venting. Venting is universal. You can't have a building without the proper venting, that's not just the law but it's also common sense. It's probably why that old story about robbers sneaking around in the air-vents is so prevalent, because everyone knows it's there. Everyone knows there's venting, so why couldn't a would-be thief, or a wannabe John McClane be sneaking around in there?
Well, there's lotsa reasons. Firstly air vents are a lot smaller than you'd think. Like real small. Like almost to small for a person small. Also, it's made of sheet metal, and sheet metal has sharp edges, so if you're not careful you'd end up cutting yourself to shreds. There's quite often fan arrays too, making traversing the tight confines even harder. Gratings a lot harder to remove than it seems in the movies. don't forget that. All in all doing the old vent crawl is an utter bitch, and really very rarely worth the risk of getting stuck midway, necessitating you to shout for help and getting rescued by the fat, middleaged fireman who gropes your ass as he cuts you out of the prison you, of your own free will, crawled into yourself!
Which shows you how desperate the situation is, seeing as I've spent the last twenty minutes sitting in the Titan's Tower ducting, watching through a ceiling grate as my team mates fight for their lives against the undead.
I reacted quickly after the first alarm (Quicker than Sandstorm anyway, who I left snoozing peacefully earlier this morning) but as I was heading to the hanger I spotted a strange sight: A horde of zombies shambling into the Tower. I stood transfixed for longer than I'd like to admit, though to be fair it's not everyday you bear witness to what a reasonable person could only assume is the end of days. Then the screams started sounding from down below, and I knew there was trouble. Real trouble.
I'd be lying if I said my first instinct wasn't to run, though whether it was away crying for my momma, or towards my cornered teamates guns blazing, well I'm not willing to say. That's not who I am though. It's not how I was trained. I don't have super-strength, freeze rays or magic on my side. Hell, even Stunt Devil has unbreakable bones. No, all I got is my training, and the knowledge of how to get things done. So I slid into the vents and crawled along them - I memorized the lay out, thinking it would be handy for just this kind of situation - until I found the outlet above the hanger. And so here I am.
Reconnaissance. That's what they call it. Watching you're enemy. Compiling information. Working out the angles then manipulating them to work in your favor. That's what I've been doing. See, I know there's an intelligence behind this attack, one that's beyond anything the zombies have displayed individually. Otherwise why would they attack the Tower directly when they were already in the city? The Titan's home is too far out of the way, and too low in bodys for this to be about just food for them. No, someone's guided them here, whether to get rid of the cities staunchest defenders, or for some fouler reason I can't say. What I do know is that someone must be leading these beasts, and my gut tells me they're hear too, hiding amongst the horde.
So I watch and wait, hoping I'll spot my target before they spot me. I daren't expose myself, not even for a second, in case I forfeit my one advantage. I didn't even move when the horde descended on the twins, though lord knows I wanted to. I'd be a monster if I didn't at least want to. But I didn't. I stayed put, like the good little soldier. I might get mad, like the other Titan's, but I never lose control. Not even for a second.
Then I see him. The big ugly. Jaw near hanging of his face as he watches Sentinel fall, like one of them snakes that can eat a cow whole. It has to be him. The leader. None of the rest of the zombies have pulled that trick, and unlike the others he isn't racing to get at the Titan's. Nah, he's hanging back, holding up the rear like the coward he is. Well the bad news for him is I don't have to get close to put him down.
The grate falls clear after one single boot. Guess they aren't as hard to remove as I thought. I pop my head out, right arm snaking behind, pistol held tight in hand. He's some distance away, a difficult shot for a regular marksman. Good thing I'm anything but regular.
"Hey, you!" I bark. He looks up. I want him to know who killed him.
"This is for the twins." The pistol comes up, aiming right between his beady little eyes.
Bang. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,693 | 1,361 | 85 | 1,419 | 3,695 | As the bullet penetrated through the Zuggernaut's skull, the zombie ceased to move. Collapsing to the floor of the Titans' tower, his the layer of black, scale like skin fell off as Matvei's body reverted and his finally bled out from the slash across his throat, dying at the feet of the Titans. The remaining zombies across San Francisco followed suit as they collapsed to the ground, the effects of the Zuggernaut's attack shedding off like a layer of dead skin. The bodies beneath were dazed, confused but otherwise mostly unharmed save for those the Titans had attacked. Two days ago, San Francisco had a population of just under five million, after the Zuggernaut's attack, that population had been cut in half.
The damage to the city was astronomical, doors were kicked in, countless windows shattered and vehicles were piled up causing congestion in nearly every major roadway.
"The zombies just stopped." Evan's voice came in over the Titans' personal commlinks. "Looks like those underneath weren't soulless after all." Evan added as landed Bellophron beside the water, looking towards the tower in the distance. Smoke rose from the city as sirens echoed around every street corner, emergency services now swamped with injured more than before. Wading into the water, Evan cleaned his blades and shield, a single tear running down his face at the thoughts of the innocents who he had speared in rage and impatience. Out of the corner of his eye, Evan noted a motorcycle lodge in a tree, a body draped in orange and black lay beneath it. Silver hair was spilled out on the ground, singed and burnt as Evan gently rolled Rose over, placing two gold coins where her eyes had been before the heat vision had seared her face clean off.
Military helicopters circled the city as the army arrived to assist in the fallout, but Evan sat down on the bank, staring out into the Pacific feeling only shame and defeat as he began to bitterly weep.
"My fellow Americans," Alexander Luthor began, standing in front of the podium as he began his address to the entire country. "I come before you tonight as a man burdened. Burdened by sorrow and regret as I have to inform that San Francisco, once a glimmering gem of the Western Coast is no longer with us. The city was felled with tragedy as its population was reduced by more than half during today's events..."
Evan lifted his head towards the TV as he sat in what was left of the tower. The salad in his lap barely touched as dark bags hung under his eyes, his battle stained clothes still on while several empty bottles laid scattered at his feet.
"... It is for this reason that I can no longer allow these vigilantes to operate within our borders. General Slade Wilson and I have have come to you tonight to unveil the Vigilante Registration Act requiring all known vigilantes to surrender their identities to the American Government and cease and decease all vigilante activities. They were not appointed, they were not elected and they entrust entire cities to children who aren't able to make the required sacrifices. It is for this reason, the Titans' Tower will be shut down immediately and each member of the team will be prosecuted as adults to the fullest extent of the law on account of mass manslaughter bordering on genocide..."
The sound of mechanical monstrosities could be heard outside as helicopters circled the tower. Evan glared angrily towards the ground as tanks pointed their guns towards the tower. How did they allow this to happen? How did the League allow this to happen to them. He had no idea what the rest of the Titans were planning on doing, but he was running. | | NAME: |
Evander, often simply goes by Evan.
| ALIAS: |
AmazonUnofficially:
Wonder Boy
Lover Boy
Nymph
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Demigod Physiology: As the son of a Gargarean Warrior and the Goddess Aphrodite, Evander has inherited divine traits from his mother as well as the warrior traits of his father.
Accelerated Healing: Often referred to as a "healing factor", accelerated healing is a term used to describe Evan's ability to recover from bodily injuries or disease at a superhuman rate. It differs from regeneration because although the character can repair from major tissue damage and even regenerate entire cells it cannot repair separated limbs or torn cells. So knee injuries will heal but if the knee is torn off then Accelerated Healing cannot help. Evan's accelerated healing protects him from numerous poisons, toxins and diseases notably and especially those of Earthly origin.
Decelerated Aging: Although sometimes confused for "Immortality", or "Accelerated Healing", Evan's Decelerated Aging slows his body's normal rate of decay, so as to live a longer lifespan by human standards. It is a passive power, and one that does not require direct action in order to take effect. In Evan's case, he will in fact only age to the chronological state of a twenty five year old human and then cease to age altogether.
Superhuman Durability: While it can also be referred to as "enhanced durability", Superhuman Durability is a term used to describe the ability to withstand unnaturally high levels of physical harm. It differs from invulnerability because Evan can still sustain damage from a sufficient source.
Superhuman Speed: Sometimes called "enhanced speed", Superhuman Speed is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to move at a rate of acceleration and maximum speed in excess to that of normal optimal human capacity.
Superhuman Strength: While it can also be called "enhanced strength", Superhuman Strength is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to lift and/or press volumes of mass far in excess to that normally possible for a human being functioning in Earth gravity. This term is also attributed to non-human characters when describing their superior strength.
Superhuman Stamina: Often referred to as "enhanced stamina", Superhuman Stamina is a term used to describe the ability of some characters to function without tiring or undue strain. Characters who possess this power can often go for long periods of time without rest or even sleep. An individual may develop enhanced stamina either through alien heritage, genetic manipulation or biological augmentation. Other characters may develop enhanced stamina through mystical means, or through divine intervention.
Shapeshifting: Evan's demigod nature allows him limited shapeshifting abilities. He is able to transfigure his body to visually appear as another person however he often lacks many of their other attributes including smell, voice and abilities.
Minor Pheromone Manipulation: As the son of Aphrodite, Evander's body attunes itself to release pheromones which will attract those around him to himself. As such, he is often finds those around him lusting towards him or at the very least attracted in some manor. As such, Evan is often uncomfortable in crowds.
Evander wears an Amazonian outfit modeled upon Wonder Woman's own armor. A light weight and flexible material, it is fairly resilient to damage although Evan's own abilities negate the need form most conventional armors. In addition to this Evan's primary weapon is a polished round shield that was personally forged from him by his 'step-father' Hephaestus. This shield is nigh unbreakable and has honed edges in order to aid in combat. Furthermore, the shield is enchanted to reflect magic and energy attacks as well as return if thrown.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Evander can feel all conventional forms of pain. That said, he has a much higher tolerance for them due to his enhanced durability and only beings of equal or superior strength can inflict lasting damage such as lacerations, fractures or breaks. His strength likewise has upper limits of hoisting one tonne above his head but he can move double that if his stamina is fairly full. This strength allows Evan to make great leaps, allowing him to traverse a city in several bounds although he uses his pegasus for longer journey's. Evan's stamina can last several hours leading to him being very hard to exhaust, however if he does reach a state of exhaustion then Evan requires nearly a day's worth of rest to recover. His speed allows him to keep pace with most cars within an urban environment, that's not to say he can keep up with them at highway speeds or race speeds speeds. As such, if fully rested, Evan's speed tops out at 60km/hr or 40 mph if you prefer.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The sun beamed down on the tropical paradise as it hung low in high noon over the island of Themyscria. A gentle breeze off the island did little to cool down the scorching sand and radiant heat as the peaceful chirping of all manner of birds was drowned out by the clash of steel against steel. Beads of sweat and blood dropped into the sand as a crab skittered out of the way before a bare foot came down upon it. The two barely clothed figures moved quickly, circling one another as another echo of metal upon metal rang out over the water. Gritting his teeth, the young man summoned his strength to him as he struck again, staggering the woman opposite him as she stumbled back slightly. Gripping the hilt of the blade with both hands, the male raised the blade over his head preparing for another strong strike. The woman however had anticipated the follow up move and delivered a quick tap from the pommel of her weapon to the man's abdomen. Gasping as the blow winded him, the woman followed up with a strike from an open palm which threatened to send the man onto his back.
Deciding to move with the momentum instead of against, the male rolled backwards lashing out with his feet as he caught the Amazon by her chin. With a grunt of satisfaction, the young man landed on all fours and launched himself forward, tossing his weapon aside as he tackled the female onto her back. Pinning her hands into the sand, the male leaned over her with a smirk.
"Highest marks in my class?" He asked with a cocky raised eyebrow.
"Only one in your class." She grunted as her legs suddenly wrapped themselves around his shoulders as the weight shifted and the male felt a 'THUMP' as he found himself suddenly on his back, his half naked sparring partner leaning over him.
"It would seem you got too cocky there Lover Boy." She grinned as Evander struggled to reverse her pin to no avail. "I'm going to miss handing you your butt when you leave."
"Oh is that right?" Evan replied. "Well I'm just going to miss your butt."
"Don't push your luck." The Amazon replied as she dusted herself off and stood up.
"Like this?" Evander said with a smile as he tapped Antiope on the ass.
"Oh, so it's going to be like that then?" Antiope said with a smirk as she moved into a cartwheel and scooped up her sword. "Round two then?"
"You're on."
| NOTES: |
-Can't fly
-Rides a female pegasus named Bellerophon much to the disdain of the Amazons.
-Son of Aphrodite from when she laid with a Gargarean in the guise of an Amazon.
-Raised by the Amazons on behest of Aphrodite.
-Ignore the lasso in the picture.
-Dislikes clothes
| NAME: |
Lian Nguyen-Harper
| ALIAS: |
Speedy
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Lian is a fromidable fighter and a brilliant tactitian. Under the instruction of her mother, Lian has learned several martial arts that no longer are thought to exist as well as learning various forms of weapon use. It should be noted however that Lian's prefered melee weapon is a sai like her mother as well. Like her mother, Lian is a triple jointed acrobat which makes her moves quick and unexpected, her speed and agility are nearly superhuman levels.
Lian has also learned toxicology from her mother. Like her mother, Lian makes use of poisoned finger nails which can paralyze foes with a single scratch. Having travelled the world during her youth, Lian is capable of conversation in numerous languages and completely fluent in at least Vietnamese, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, French and Spanish.
Despite all this, Lian takes after her father in many more ways. Like her father, Lian is the current bearer of the Speedy mantle and is a crimson cloaked archer. Unlike her father, Lian prefers her 'Uncle's' compound bow instead of a basic long bow. A highly capable markswoman, Lian can bullseye a target from a hundred and fifty meteres away. Like both her father and Uncle Ollie, Lian makes use of trick arrows.
-Compound Long Bow:
A custom built, compound long bow with a 250 pounds-force (1,100 newtons) draw weight.
-Crossguns:
'Pistol-like Crossbows'
-Throwing Knives:
Harper keeps a handful of throwing knives on hand for situations where arrows aren't not ideal.
-Quiver:
Harper has a pair of quivers, each capable of holding a full load of twenty six arrows with the exception of cluster arrow varieties as noted below.
-Drill Head Arrow:
An armor piercing arrow with a spinning head enabling it to chew through strong materials. When combined with a two stage arrow, it's especially lethal giving it extra piercing power upon impact. It can also be combined with the explosive arrow or cluster arrow for other effects.
-Grappling Line Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact ejects a lightweight liquid steel line in a straight line back along the angle of trajectory. This line is capable of supporting 250lbs of weight, if combined with a cluster arrow, multiple lines can be intertwined to support additional weight.
-Bolas Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact breaks into three equal sections. Contained within the arrow is a twin of lightweight liquid steel line. Contained within the end of each section are small orbs which when exposed to the air rapidly expands, increasing in weight allowing the bola to function correctly.
-Net Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a proximity sensor that when triggered detonates the arrow and casts a net over the target. This net is created from liquid steel line and is weighted by the same chemical which creates the heads on the bolas. The net arrow can only be equipped with a cluster arrow.
-Cluster Arrow:
A notably larger arrow, the cluster arrow explodes into numerous arrows which can rain down on either a single target or numerous. Using a proximity sensor, the arrow can decide and determine the ideal range for detonation for maximum impact.
-Explosive Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a compressed explosive. The intensity can vary from a small contained explosion to rivaling a grenade. When combined with a cluster arrow, the explosion can be increased tenfold.
-Adhesive Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly hardening adhesive which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will adhere a target in place and harden almost instantly. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-Foam Arrow:
An arrow whose head contains a rapidly expanding foam which adheres to the target upon impact. This chemical will rapidly expand over a target limiting their mobility and straining their stamina. When combined with a cluster arrow, the compound can be used on multiple targets or to subdue one large target.
-EMP Arrow:
An arrow which contains an electro magnetic pulse. It can only be exclusively used in a cluster arrow due to the small effectiveness of a single arrow sized electro magnetic pulse.
-Signal Arrow:
An arrow which can produce either a jamming signal to block enemy communications and broadcasts or broadcast a signal to allow the user to remotely hack into any nearby networks or mainframes. It can be used in a cluster arrow in order to boost the signal. Also nicknamed the 'Wifi Arrow'.
-Remote Controlled Arrow:
An arrow containing a propulsion unit and can be directed remotely through a secondary device. This arrow has a limited range of effect although it can be combined with a two stage arrow for a final boost past the remote's effective range.
-Two Stage Arrow:
An arrow equipped with a small propulsion unit easily doubling its range. The arrow is equipped with an altitude sensor and as soon as it senses any dip in altitude, the propulsion unit activates, stablizing the arrow and carrying it forward towards its target. The two-stage feature can be combined with numerous other arrows allowing Harper to snip from very far distances.
-Taser Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact administers a strong electric charge that can knock a man off his feet. The shock will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or numerous ones.
-Tear Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of tear gas that can temporarily blind a man as well as increase difficulty in breathing. The cloud will likely incapacitate small groups and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents and groups.
-Knock-Out Gas Arrow:
An arrow which upon releases a cloud of knock-out gas that can temporarily render a man unconcious. The cloud will likely incapacitate most humans and can be combined with numerous others in a cluster arrow to take down larger opponents or groups.
-Smoke Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a cloud of smoke that obscures the oopponent's vision. This can be combined with other gas based arrows or explosive arrows. As well, it can be used in a cluster arrow for a wider field of effect. The smoke can also be colored in order for tactical signal use.
-Flash Bang Arrow:
An arrow which upon impact releases a blind flash of light that obscures the opponents vision. This can be combined with explosive arrows for additional effects or even a taser arrow. Furthermore flash bang arrows can be quickly reconfigured to act as a flare. Like most arrows, it can be combined in a cluster arrow for a larger field of effect.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Despite all of Lian's training and skills, she's still human and can have her life ended by a single bullet. Lian's biggest limitation is truly how many arrows she can carry, a full quiver is twenty six arrows unless Lian carries cluster arrows which as noted above count towards two of her total arrow count.
| SAMPLE POST: |
~Will Be Added Shortly~
| NOTES: |
The daughter of Roy Harper and Jade Nguyen.
| NAME: |
-The name your parents gave you.
| ALIAS: |
-Your chosen crime fighting name
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Technopathy:
___ possesses the ability to telepathically and telekinetically interface and communicate with all forms of electronics and mechanical devices. This allows ___ to perform actions such as changing the channel with a blink or even jamming a gun with a wave of the hand. Interfacing with a machine grants ___ an intimate understanding of the inner components and workings of a device. This implants the knowledge and schematics of the device into ___ allowing him to use his abilities to their fullest in order to manipulate the machine in question.
Ferrous Ally Manipulation:
A minor sub ability.
Electromagnetic Manipulation:
Minor Sub Ability.
Binary Senses:
Upon recieving his abilities, ___ was stricken blind and deaf although not in the traditional sense. His auditory and visual sense are still stimulated by the world around him however in a sense that his body views it in 1's and 0's, endless lines of constantly updating binary code. In order to compensate, ___ wears specially designed lenses and hearing aids which directly interface with his cerebral cortex and translate the binary information into images and sound in order to perceive the world around him 'normally.'
User can manipulate technology and technological constructs, computers, robots, hardware and other devices that can be termed as "technology". Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a psychic ability that allows mental interface with computer data.
Users can control the flow of intricate machinery and can allow them to assemble or disengage their programming at will. Can operate most technology just by touching or looking. A variation on Electricity Manipulation, the user controls specific electrons and instructs them which items to engage or disengage. Some users may even be able to use the electric impulses to gently control smaller metal parts.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
___ can’t control a purely mechanical object which possess no electronic or ferrous components. As such something mechanical but made entirely of plastic or '3-D Printed' is immune to ___'s abilities.
___ requires close proximity to the object being manipulated. A distance of more than twenty five feet removes ___ ability to manipulate the device at hand.
___ is left powerless if separated from modern society. ___ is nothing but a human once separated from technology.
___ can be weakened by other people who can nullify technological powers. Abilities which can block his mental abilities over even cancel out or intercept waveforms can disrupt ___'s abilities.
___ is blind more or less, his physical eyes can only perceive the world in a form of constantly moving binary 1's and 0's. As such, in order to see in a manner that most other people do, ___ is required to use various pieces of technology as his view port into the world. Due to this, ___ wears a special set of lenses at all times that translates his binary vision into full and living colour the same way binary numbers are fed into a monitor only to be displayed in vibrant pictures. Outside of these, he also can interface with cameras and other imaging devices in order to see if necessary.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself.
| NAME: |
Gareth Simon Wagner
Nicknamed GSW
| ALIAS: |
The Bullet
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
GSW possesses the ability to manipulate his molecules allowing him to manipulate his mass.
Shrinking
Growing
Density Manipulation
Hardening
Intangibility
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
-Limitations are examples of the maximum weight you can life, top speeds etc where as weaknesses are exploitable like Superman's weakness to Kryptonite and Magic.
| SAMPLE POST: |
-At minimum, two paragraphs showing your character in action and displaying their personality. This can be a portion of their backstory or just a random scene of your choosing.
| NOTES: |
-Any notes you wish to add. Can be for the benefit of other players or simply reminders for yourself. |
50,694 | 1,361 | 86 | 793 | 1,516 | They all stopped. Time seemed frozen. One moment, dozens of lifeless, walking husks were biting and pulling at Sentinel. The next? They just...stopped. No more growling or moaning. No more biting. They all rolled off of the dog pile, sounds of confusion and terror echoed throughout the crowd of now-free civilians. Sentinel tried to piece together what had happened as he helped a young woman, about his own age, off the ground. After Eric had appeared and saved Isaac's skin, his hearing had been disorientated by Microbat's screech. Yet, Sentinel still heard the bullet loud and clear. The Kryptonian turned his eyes towards the tower, his eyes locking onto Simone when he spotted her. There was a moment of relief knowing she'd not only survived the attack, but killed the enemy leader. The relief didn't last as the smell of smoke and distant fire reminded Sentinel of his utter failure. The caped hero stepped towards the edge of the cliff he currently stood on, looking out over San Francisco as it burned. Sentinel tried to ignore Amazon as he activated the Titan's communicator. Isaac didn't want to hear what Evan was going to say. They all knew it. When they guessed that the zombies were incurable, they had guessed wrong. Now, they were all bonafide murderers. It was all impossible to take in at that moment. So much had happened in such a short span of time...It was all so surreal. Sentinel looked down at his shaky, weak hands.
"Dear God. What have I done?"
Those were the last actual words Sentinel spoke for the rest of the day. To his credit, Sentinel spent the rest of the day helping clear rubble and rebuild what he could. While some people definitely appreciated Isaac's help, most were not as forgiving. They knew what he'd done. Word traveled fast about all of the corpses Sentinel had left in his quake trying to help. People mocked him. They through bricks, beer bottles and whatever else they could find. Isaac held it together until night fall, before retreating to the remains of the tower to weep. His anguished cries persisted until the next morning.
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In the Hall of Mentors, Isaac sat. He had curled up with his legs in his chest with his back leaning against the statue of Superman, Superboy, and Supergirl. Sentinel had taken his cape off, draping the alien blanket over himself. Isaac felt so cold. That was pretty uncharacteristic of a Kryptonian, who could brave the temperatures of space. The Titan stared at the ground, watching an ant carrying a crumb out of the tower. Two and a half million people. Dead. That's two and a half million husbands, fathers, sons and daughters who's families would never see them again. How many of those people had died in Sentinel's arms? How many lives had he personally stomped into the ground in a fit of uncontrollable rage? It was impossible to know. More than a hundred, at the bare minimum. What a strange feeling Isaac was overcome with. Not too long ago Sentinel had pledged to give every super-villain what they deserved: a ticket straight to Hell. He had wanted to avenge all the people they had killed. In a moment of universal irony, Sentinel found himself with bloodier hands than most. Even some of the people he had tried to murder in what he had so foolishly called justice were cleaner than he was now.
It's like Isaac's life was some kind of cosmic joke. He tried damn hard to be a good man. To do what he thought was necessary for the so-called greater good. But the universe just threw that into his face, and laughed. You want to save these people? You want to make the hard choice in service of others? Fine. Here's two and a half million people dead because of you! Chew on that for a while why don't ya?! There was probably someone up there, watching this all unfold, laughing as he causes so much pain. Well up yours, whoever-you-are. I'm gonna sit here, wallowing in a pool of my own tears until the world falls apart around me. Never gonna do this hero thing again. I'd only end up making things worse.
Well now, my boy, that's no way to look at things.
Huh? Who are you-
Don't you recognize Uncle Kent Nelson's voice when you hear it, son? Well, not exactly 'hear...'
How are you in my head?
There are things you don't know about me quite yet. A lot of things, actually. I'll tell you when this is all over. But right now, I'm going to need you to get up, my boy.
No! I'm done! FOREVER!
You don't mean that. Superman-
I'M NOT SUPERMAN!
No. No you're not Superman. That would be too much to ask of you, me, or anyone else..
There was a moment of silence within Sentinel's disturbed mind.
What does that S on your chest mean?
I-It's Superman's symbol.
That's right. Superman gave that to you, because he thinks you're worthy of wearing it. And who are you to disagree with the Man of Steel?
Another moment of silence.
What's that S mean, Isaac? What does it stand for?
On Krypton, it means hope.
What I'm asking you to do is hard, Isaac. It's probably the hardest thing anyone is ever going to ask you to do. I'm asking you to hope. Hope for a brighter future, a future where peace and justice reign. Hope for the world to one day become right, whether you see it or not.
How, uncle Nelson?
One foot in front of the other. Don't look back. Keep your eyes forward. No matter the failures, the pain or the trails. There's nothing you could do that can't be redeemed. Even...Even this. Just because you stumble doesn't mean that you're lost...
"...You just have to try harder." The the voice left, as quick as it had appeared. Isaac couldn't explain it. He'd felt so weak, he could barely feel his legs. His chest had burned and he struggled to breathe. But now? He felt better. Stronger, than ever before. He couldn't explain how his uncle had spoken to him. Maybe Isaac had finally gone off the deep end and was hearing things. Or maybe his uncle was a superhero. Both sounded equally as absurd. Sentinel pushed himself to his feet, looking at the statue he had rested his head on. He gave a small smile before his attention was brought elsewhere. The voice of Alexander Luthor vibrated in Sentinel's ears, accompanied by the ever so subtle distortion caused by radio waves. Isaac made his way upstairs to the source of the sound, finding his fellow Titan watching television. Evan looked like a mess, which seemed out of character for the usually jovial (and naked) warrior. Judging by the empty bottles surrounding his chair, Amazon was dealing with the pain however he could. Isaac felt for Amazon. In fact, if Isaac could even get a little drunk, he probably would have joined him.
Sentinel turned away as Luthor continued his propaganda, his attention occupied by the sounds of helicopters and tanks approaching the tower. The Kryptonian looked back at Evan and the TV for a moment, deep in thought. They needed a plan. Now. Sentinel rushed towards the nearest intercom, pressing the alarm button to wake the rest of the Titans. "Gotta give us a minute to get clear.." Sentinel muttered. Isaac grabbed his communicator, flipping it on as he stared out the window at the approaching army. "Titans. Gather in the kitchen! We've got trouble! I'm gonna try and buy us some time to get away. Rao help us all."
With that, the Kryptonian leaped off the balcony and out into open air. One of the tanks opened fire, a shell careening towards the attacking Titan, perceiving the charge as an act of aggression. The round exploded on Sentinel's chest. The Kryptonian, unharmed, landed in front of the tank that attacked him. He tore apart the barrel like it was made of butter and rendered the tank nearly useless before moving on to the next. He grabbed the barrel this time, pulling the entire turret off and chucking it into the bay. One of the helicopters turned its machine guns on Sentinel, opening fire. Isaac moved before the bullets could even land, grabbing the crew of the tank and moving them out of harms way. The Titan jumped into the air and landed on the helicopter, wrapping his fingers around the cockpit and pulling it off. "Parachutes!" Sentinel screamed at the top of his lungs as he dragged both of the airmen away from the free falling helicopter and let them go. Sentinel waited until their chutes popped to continue his assault, careful not to harm accidentally harm anyone. These soldiers were innocent. Just doing their duty. Sentinel made it as bloodless as possible. | (Face)
( Costume)
| NAME: |
Isaac Tate Grant
| ALIAS: |
Sentinel
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Kryptonian physiology: Sentinel has been magicially endowed with the physical capabilities of an alien from the planet Krypton. Isaac has not fully developed into adulthood, meaning that he is not equal in power to adult Kryptonians such as Kal El and Kara Zor El.
Super Strength: Isaac possesses strength on par with Kon El. He can lift hundreds of thousands of tons with ease, and while under the affects of mind control managed to break Superman's nose and escape the grip of Supergirl.
Nigh-Invulnerable: Sentinel possesses the same nigh invulnerability of Kryptonians and other powerful heroes. Isaac Grant can tank a nuclear explosion with only minor damage to his person.
Super Senses: Isaac was granted (lolsoclever) enhanced sight, smell, hearing, and touch. He also has Xray vision and telescopic vision at his disposal.
Heat Vision: Sentinel's heat vision is able to reach temperatures up to ten thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Using this power drains Isaac's energy quickly.
Freeze Breathe: It is possible for Isaac to take in a large gust of air and blow it out of his mouth at hurricane level speeds and/or at subzero temperatures.
Super Speed: Isaac is faster than a speeding bullet. Sort of. At peak reflexes, Isaac sees high caliber bullets as easily as a human sees a bird. He is also able to feel the air the bullet is splitting while it travels. He problem is catching it. In short bursts, Grant can move at Mach 2 and react to things moving at the speed of a rifle shot. Moving at top speeds tired Isaac out quickly, so when traveling he usually stays below the speed of sound.
Super leap: Sentinel is able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Multiple buildings, in fact. The farthest Isaac has ever jumped is about half way across New York City.
When Sentinel first met Superman, Kal gifted Isaac his own superhero costume. Retrieved from New Krypton, the costume is more akin to armor. The suit is almost as invulnerable as Sentinel, and enhances a Kryptonian's efficiency when absorbing yellow sun light. The suit is also lined with lead, to offer partial protection from Kryptonite.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
For reasons are that are not known, Sentinel is lacking the ability of flight, whereas most Kryptonians receive their ability to fly at around his age.
Like all other Kryptonians Isaac has many exploitable weaknesses. Red sunlight in large quantities will painlessly depower Isaac, making him like all other normal human beings.
Kryptonite is my far the most deadly of his weaknesses. Even a small sliver of the green rock can debilitate the teen hero and could, after significant exposure, kill him.
Magic bypasses his Kryptonians level durability, making him vulnerable to attacks that would otherwise not affect him at all.
Isaac has difficulty controlling his powers, especially when he gets emotional. He has yet to accidentally kill anyone, but he has caused significant property damage on several occasions.
Sentinel is vulerable to telepathic assault.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Raaaagh!" A primal, rage-filled roar echoed throughout the warehouse. The building was used by a Chinese shipping company to store toys before they're moved into the commercial market. The warehouse was also being used as the secret hideout of Toyman, one of Metropolis's most infamous super-villains. The villain sat inside one of his mechanized weapons he uses to battle Superman: a giant robot, armed with state of the art weapons capable of leveling city blocks. "Don't forget to knock, Superman!" The little creep called from behind his doll mask. Moments later, the oversized door to the warehouse came crashing down. Standing in the door? Sentinel, holding the head of a toy soldier that had been tried to stop him.
"Knock knock." Sentinel crushed the head within his fingers. Metal screeched and electricity sparked as he tossed the ruined, decapitated head of the robot on the ground.
"You're not Superman!" Toyman cried out in frustration. "I made this robot for him, not you!" The automaton's head closed around Toyman, it's eyes lighting up a bright red as it booted up. "I suppose there's no harm in a test run." What looked like an old fashioned pirate's cannon popped out of the robot's arm. Toyman pointed the gun at Sentinel and opened fire. "What's that supposed to d-" Sentinel's mocking was cut off by the cannonball hitting him in the face and exploding into a ball of flames.
"You'll die for that, you fat little punk!"
"That's not very nice!" The robot's chest opened, revealing a number of tiny rocket tubes filled with missiles. "Bombs away!" Toyman laughed as he launched the missiles at Sentinel. In response, Sentinel's eyes glowed red as he shot beams of heat out of his eyes and at the oncoming barrage of artillery. Missiles exploded as Sentinel swept his heat vision from left to right, the missiles exploding in mid air as they failed to reach their target. A massive robot claw shot through the smoke left by the failed attack, swinging at the hero. Sentinel reacted, grabbing the arm with his left hand. The metal crunched beneath his squeezed fingers.
"Not my toys! You bad man, let go!"
Sentinel roared as he tore the metal arm off the robot like it was made of wet tissue paper. Toyman cried out in anger, firing his cannonball arm at his attack. Sentinel smacked the ball aside before leaping onto the robot's metal face. Isaac dug his fingers into the robot, tearing the tin can wide open and exposing the Toyman inside. The criminal screamed, holding his hands in front of his doll mask to protect his face. Like that would help. Sentinel grabbed the Toyman by the scruff of his shirt and threw him off the robot and into a pile of wooden creates. He screamed in pain as he smashed through the boxes and landed on the hard concrete floor of the warehouse.
"No! Stop! I don't wanna play anymore!"
Sentinel leaped off the mech suit and landed above the crying, pathetic fool. Isaac's eyes glew red once more as he scowled down at the Toyman. "Look me in the eyes! I want to see your face when I smother it all over the floor." Sentinel smashed the Toyman's doll mask before slapping him in the face. "Gahhh! Y- you broke my tooth!" Toyman spat his tooth out, along with a healthy amount of his blood. "Please, I surrender. Just take me to jail!"
"I'm going to beat you to an inch of your life first. And if I ever catch you again? I'll squash your head like a watermelon." Sentinel brought his fist above his head. Moments before he brought it down on the Toyman, there was a loud boom and a rush of wind. A powerful hand wrapped itself suddenly around Sentinel's arm. "That's enough, Sentinel." Superman spoke with in a stern yet calm voice, exercising his authority. Sentinel ripped his arm away from his mentor before walking away from the criminal scum. Superman bound him and called the police before following Sentinel outside. "Sentinel." Superman called after his ward, who was walking down the sidewalk now.
Superman appeared in front of Sentinel with his arms cross. "We need to talk." He began. "When I gave you that suit, I thought you understood everything I had taught you. But apparently you don't understand. So let me reiterate for you:
We don't kill people."
"Maybe we should! How many kids died today? How many people will Toyman kill next time because you're too scared to do what has to be done."
"We're supposed to be better then them. If you cross that line, if you start to kill, you're no better than Toyman."
"I don't care what you or anyone else think's of me. The only thing that matters is stopping scum like Toyman."
| NOTES: |
-17 years old.
-Has a hard time controlling his powers.
-Seems to constantly have a chip on his shoulder, and appears to be super edgy and angry all the time.
-Has not revealed his secret identity to anyone but Rose. |
50,695 | 1,361 | 87 | 2,654 | 2,774 | Max was in complete and utter shock when Sentinel burst into the hanger and then upon seeing what fate had befallen the twins went into a mindless rage. The Kryptonian attacked him and hit Max with a high-powered punch to the chest. The sheer force of the blow would have killed any normal human upon impact, but his unbreakable ribcage took the brunt of the hit. The blow still caused him to fly back at least thirty feet before slamming into the wall of the hanger. He was in a lot of pain and dazed momentarily by the punch. When his mind cleared he remembered that the hanger was still swarmed with husks and he quickly got to his feet. Thankfully he had dropped his bat close by after being hit by the crazed Sentinel and he quickly rushed to pick it up just in time bash a zombies' head with a powerful swing.
It was at that moment when Zuggernaut was killed and the husks reverted back to normal. Max was speechless as he watched what he had thought was no long possible happen before him. The zombies were human again and then a horrible feeling entered his body and he felt sick. He had killed innocent people who could have been cured somehow and now Max had their blood on his hands. He dropped his baseball bat and fell to his knees and then vomited onto the floor.
"Oh...Oh God! What have I done?!" he said as he began to hyperventilate from having a full-on panic attack and tears began to fall from his eyes. The zombie he had killed before they changed back was now the body of a sweet looking young girl who looked to be slightly younger than he was, and he had horribly killed her. Max had seen some gruesome crimes happen, but nothing made him more disgusted and sick than seeing that he killed people especially this girl, he could have saved them. He didn't know how long he stayed there and it didn't matter to him. Max eventually picked himself up off of the floor and slowly went to his room.
A day had passed since the horrible tragedy and he heard the emergency address that president Luther made to the country and felt a deep sorrow enter his body upon hearing the total number of innocent civilians that had died in San Francisco. He then heard the helicopters and tanks approach, he thought himself, we deserve to be locked away. But the more stubborn part of his brain told him that they didn't know and would have died had they not fought. Max then thought of Sentinel and Rufus and his anger boiled up.
He wanted to yell at them so badly now and upon hearing Sentinel's voice come on over the communicators he wanted to tell the kryptonian to go fuck himself, but he kept himself from doing so. Right now they had to get out of this place and then he would unleash his fury upon his two teammates. Max entered the kitchen and looked at JC hoping that his teammate would still be willing to lead them.
"What now?" he asked Thermo with his voice full of guilt and sadness. If they escaped then they would be hunted relentlessly by the authorities. He would probably have to never go home or see his parents so that they didn't become involved in this mess. He also didn't want to see the look on his dad's face when he saw that his own son had thrown his life away. His dad was crippled for the rest of his life and now Max would have this crippling guilt for the rest of his life now. | | NAME: |
Max Dare
| ALIAS: |
Stunt Devil
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Max’s bones are indestructible and cannot break. He also has a healing factor, which can repair broken skin and bleeding wounds as well as prevent him from getting bad concussions. Thanks to his unbreakable skeletal structure Max is an extremely skilled daredevil and stuntman. He is also very skilled skateboarder and is Xgames level in terms of technique. Max is also an excellent brawler and boxer, he’s taken on a dozen violent drunks all once by himself and won. For equipment he has a skateboard, a metal baseball bat and a Riot Shotgun. His costume is a crimson red racing suit made up of fabric that is flame resistant, and he wears a black trench coat over it that is bullet proof. To further protect his identity he wears a masquerade style devil mask
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Aside from his indestructible bones and healing factor Max is basically human and is about as strong as a normal person his age. Having unbreakable bones doesn’t mean he can’t be killed, if a major artery is severed or a vital organ is hit with a precise attack that sidesteps his bones then he can still bleed to death. Anything that could destroy things on the subatomic level could destroy his bones.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Max rolled is at the two punks trying call him out to do a stunt. His reputation of being a daredevil had spread around school and now the douchebags of the place were attempting to do something extremely reckless and deadly.
“Come Max, show us your skill with that skateboard of yours. Grind down the rail of the park steps” One of them taunted. The park steps that they were referring too went down a steep hill and attempting grind down it with a skateboard would be incredibly dangerous and potentially fatal.
“I don’t have to show you losers anything, I already know that you’re too afraid to do this stunt yourselves” Max snorted and he saw the two punks’ faces contort into anger. One of them tried to take a step towards him, but his companion stopped him.
“Okay wiseass, I can see that you’re just too chicken to try this” he said to him with a smug smile. Max glared at him.
“What did you say asshole?” Max asked with an angered tone.
“You heard me, I think you’re just a little chicken” he replied and his friend started making clucking sounds.
“Nobody calls me chicken” Max growled.
“Alright then prove it hotshot.” Max thought for a moment, but he didn’t want to look like a wimp so he decided to throw caution to the winds and attempt the stunt. He hopped onto his skateboard and accelerated towards the railing at the beginning of the steps.
He had to focus and not let his nerves screw him up otherwise his life might come to a very painful end. Max ollied onto the railing and began to grind down the metal handrail. It almost like with each second his speed increased and thus complicated his control over his skateboard.
His eyes then spotted a spot where the steps level out in the middle and the handrail ended. He would have to do an ollie in between the space of the two railings to avoid hitting the concrete hard. When he came to the end of the handrail he attempted to do an ollie, but it was too low and his skateboard slammed into the rail.
Max tumbled headfirst down the concrete steps in a frightening manner and onlookers gave out gasps of shock at the sight of his horrible fall. Max felt horrible pain as head connected with the pavement and he was sure that this was the end for him.
He was amazed that he was able to stay conscious the entire and when he finally came to a stop on the steps max closed his eyes in a daze. Several people came running over to where he lay and were shouting for someone to call an ambulance.
After about a moment Max opened his eyes and tried to move. People told him not to, but he still tried and to his and everyone else’s surprise he found that his arms and legs were still functioning. Max was still in very great pain and was bleeding, but it didn’t look like anything was broken.
The fall should have broken his neck and killed him, but he was still alive and with no visible broken limbs. When the paramedics arrived on the scene they quickly tried to get him on a stretcher, but Max told them that nothing seemed broken.
They didn’t listen to him and put him in the ambulance and took him to the hospital. Upon arrival the doctors who tried to treat him were shocked to find that he had no fractures or breaks on his bones as if the impact with the concrete had no affect skeletal structure.
His parents soon came to the hospital worried sick about him after hearing that he had attempted a very dangerous stunt. They were relieved to hear that he was alive and not too terribly injured, but they were still mad at him for being so horribly reckless.
Max’s dad had been a stuntman in his earlier years and had acted as a stunt double in both movies and TV shows, but he scolded him for trying something he had almost experience doing and almost killing himself. Max apologized to his mother and father and just wanted to go back home.
Even though some of the doctors wanted to examine him more they let him leave with his folks after giving him a few stitches. His mom and dad asked him what exactly happened, but he only gave them half of the answer not wanting to give away too much. Thankfully they didn’t try to question further and left Max to ponder why he had not been killed from the stunt.
This incident happened four months ago and now Max was fully aware of his Metahuman abilities that granted him his indestructible skeleton as well as a healing factor that he discovered soon after the failed stunt attempt.
Seeing them as a way to do some good for others, he fashioned himself a costume and took a gun from his father’s collection and one of his own baseball bats. With these things he became Stunt Devil, a hero who feared no stunt or act of heroics. Criminals would come to fear him and spectators would call him insane, but he doesn’t give a shit.
| NOTES: |
He’s fifteen and is about six feet tall. His hair is red and he’s pretty well built for someone his age thanks to some physical training. Max loves hamburgers and Doritos almost as much as he enjoys doing extreme stunts and fighting crime. He hates it when things move slow and has a fear of snakes. He’s also pretty reckless at times. Max is fairly sociable, just don't call him chicken and be an ass and he'll get along fine with others. |
50,696 | 1,361 | 88 | 530 | 302 | JC... Rhea mumbled his name like a small prayer as the brief physical contact between the two of them left her barely capable of coherent speech. No, it wasn't the hug that really triggered the reaction. Actually, the words that JC spoke to her caused whatever doubt in her mind to vanish all too suddenly. Every letter, every word that left the fellow titan's lips were laced with an emotion that Rhea had never expected JC to have: concern and care. While everyone was busy turning against one another, blaming themselves for the deaths of their comrades, they weren't just fighting against the zombies but against themselves as well. Rhea knew that she couldn't mope around and feel sorry herself; she had to move and do everything she can to end it. As the visage of the de facto leader vanished from the stairway, Rhea turned to Static with a nod. "I be fine, Static. Lez just try and be helpin' da others." With that, the healer sheathed her katana as she sped away but, before she could do so, a wave of zombies blocked her path which she fought back by lopping a few heads. However, a guttural cry was heard as the cadavers began to fall one after the other; they fell like how marionettes did when their puppeteers severed the strings. Rhea raised her brow in confusion, opting to sheathe her sword back when, suddenly, the zombies began to revert back into their original forms-- innocent civilians; man, women and child were all slain at her hands. The rolling heads turned from mummified husks to fleshy people, spurts of crimson liquid ejecting brutally from the cuts and wounds. Like a blood fountain, the dismembered dead coated the healer with a stain of red so dark that a repugnant and sanguine stench invaded Rhea's nostrils. This was not good... not good; not good...
Rhea began to feel that her fingers were becoming numb, her feet refused to budge and her very nerves were frozen solid. Her eyes widened in horror, her auburn eyes trembling in pure terror. SHE FELT IT AGAIN... she heard it all, saw it all! Like nightmares that never vanish even when you open your eyes, the horrors of her past ensnared Rhea, pulling her down to the depths of her sanity. Rhea's fingers gripped her hair tightly, pulling her locks with all her might, causing the chestnut strands to fall to the ground-- forgotten. She began to whimper pitifully. Every breath she took was pained and labour, her core dropping coldly without restrain. It seemed that she was trap in a box barely enough to fit her; there was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape and she was trapped in the darkness with her nightmares and fears as the vivacious accompaniment to her orchestra of sorrow. The people she killed... they were innocent civilians; she had sliced off a child's head, she had mutilated an elder woman... Did she really deserve this fate?! It was... hours since she was suffering and, during this time, the very threads of her sanity were threatening to snap when a benign face with crimson hair assaulted her shackles with much light and warmth; like a blazing phoenix, her kindred soul reminded her of the words which she, herself, uttered. "Just... 'cus... I be stumblin'... dun mean dat... I lost... I just be needin'... to try... harder..." Rhea chanted to herself, peeling her fingers away from tearing her skull apart. "I'm... Rhea... sixteen... years old... I'm... no, no... I'm... a titan." she mumbled softly, feeling her frayed nerves begin to ease down.
Rhea wobbled as she stood up, slowly slinging the katana over her shoulder via a rope that was attached to the sheathe. She slowly walked around the devastated base, her eyes blurring towards the dead civilians around the place. It seemed that titans were already starting with cleaning up the place. She would help soon... not now... but soon. Her aimless wandering landed her outside of the Hall of Mentors, hearing Sentinel's voice echoing the words that had pulled her out from the chasm of her mind.
You just have to try harder...
She had heard him mutter. Rhea would have wanted to see him, her first friend on the team but... it felt wrong to smile at him when her heart was still not through blaming Sentinel for something that was out of his control. She'd talk to him soon but not now. She would smile at him when her conscience was clear; smiles were supposed to be genuine after all. She placed her bloodied hand on the great doors, her mind in solemn contemplation. She knew he could hear her; he always heard everyone. "Thanks..." Rhea sighed before removing her hand from the door, leaving a bloody handprint on the once pristine barrier. She wanted to go somewhere... somewhere... quiet. Rhea wanted to be alone; she needed to be alone.
The only place which wasn't as bloody as the ones she went to were the gardens. Only in this serene place did Rhea plop down, feeling a little bit relaxed since all Hell broke loose. The flowers looked extremely beautiful today... This was the last thought that entered her mind before her cellular acceleration abruptly shut down. Rhea's eyes rolled to the back of hear head before she succumbed to a much awaited slumber. She was going to be out for a while and, when she would awaken, she would need to eat... a lot.
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Rhea's eyes fluttered awake as the rise of a new morning sun greeted her. The healer stretched her arms before standing up, waltzing over to her room, noticing that the titans must have cleaned everything up. Well, this was awkward... she was useless in the cleaning, after all. Chances are, they also saw her sleeping in the garden, bloodstains and all. The healer looked up to her chalkboard, steadily picking up a chalk before tracing down two vertical lines on the left side of the board. "Rest in peace." Rhea solemnly mumbled before cleaning herself up, walking down to the kitchen and fixing herself a well-earned breakfast. The katana that was now normally slung behind her was not just there because Rhea had found a weapon; no, it was more of a memento from Rose who the healer had not heard from in a while. For the rest of the day, Rhea helped out with cleaning up the tower, not really daring to venture out into the city for she knew that horrid sights would await her there.
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Soon, even Rhea was surprised when Sentinel screamed into the communicator, warning them of an incoming trouble. In an instant, Rhea sped down to the kitchen, just in time to hear Skelly's whined inquiry. Rhea spun around the corner, the sword behind her. "We run." Rhea grimly stated. "Dis not be a question of dem killin' us; it's a question of us bein' able to stop ourselves from killin' dem. If Luthor's bull-droppings is true, den, da public be already scared of us. Knowin' dem, if we be turnin' ourselves in... they'd just be usin' our powers for der purposes." In an instant, cannons began to fire into the air, making Rhea realize that their time was running short. "We did what he had to do to survive. We're not like Tulip or Sentinel... if we had held back... we'd be the ones dead. Ye saw what happened when dey killed Lock an' Load. If dey killed anyone of us... they'd be unstoppable. We did da people a favour... by not letting ourselves get done in." Rhea shuddered at the thought of the zombies merely killing Skelly and her; the blokes would have invincible bones and enhanced regeneration from a cellular level... they'd be, more or less, immortal. Her eyes turned to JC with a pleading gaze. "We can't be lettin' it end like dis, JC."
It sickened her to say something so lightly when faced with the notion of them murdering thousands of civilians, but she knew that she had a point. For the most part, Tulip, Sentinel and Evan had the largest chances of holding back. However, for titans like them... one mistake and they would have rested in pieces. | | NAME: |
Rhea Nevermore
| ALIAS: |
Cell
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Cytokinesis: Rhea has the ability to manipulate the cells of organisms, although, at her current level, she has limited capabilities.
Cellular Acceleration: Rhea can force her body to produce a great number of cells at will, which can speed up her regeneration abilities as well as giving her increased strength and endurance. However, this technique is a sharp two-edged blade as forcing the body will cause Rhea to become greatly weakened once the ability is undone.
Cellular Transfusion: Rhea can transfer her cells unto another person without risk of bodily rejection or complications. These transferred cells immediately cater to the victim's bodily settings, allowing the increased number of cells to allow the person to heal faster as well as to gain additional strength. It should be noted, however, that this does decrease the cells inside Rhea, causing her to be weakened by using this technique and overuse could cause her to, ultimately, kick the bucket. This technique is most often used to heal the victim's wounds and, to an extent (most probably coupled with her Cellular Acceleration), be used to even reattach limbs.
Cellular Disintegration: An incomplete technique that she has yet to master, let alone use. At her rate, Rhea has no real offensive capabilities aside from punches or whatnot. Most probably, Cellular Disintegration, in its most basic aspects, would allow Rhea to corrode the cells of organic objects that she might touch... probably.
Exceptional Endurance: Due to her abilities, Rhea has an exceptional amount of endurance which allows her to perform feats and activities without the fear of exhaustion for a long time. Her mutated cells have also developed to the point where Rhea needs little amounts of rest from time to time.
Rhea wears a white hooded robe. This is, literally, the only clothing she has in her cabinet. She has loads of these robes which she gets from a local tailor who she had an agreement with. There's nothing really special about the robe except the red linings which are strangely present, considering that Rhea hates red colours. She also wears fingerless gloves because... well, nothing really.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Most obviously, Rhea has no offensive capabilities. Her inability to use her skill to harm others places her in a supportive role most of the time. Adding to that, Rhea does not comprehensively know much about hand-to-hand combat since she does detest violence. While Rhea is physically weak, she also has a fragile psychological state. Due to a certain bloody past, Rhea has a great phobia when it comes to blood. More often than not, she breaks down upon seeing a large amount of crimson fluid that would drip down from those around her. Rhea is also, somewhat, socially impaired, often making remarks that tend to put others in an awkward situation.
| SAMPLE POST: |
"Ye trust lil'o me, ayt?" her voice came out almost like a whimper as warm rivulets of tears streamed down her face. Rhea's pale hands were trembling immensely as she did her best not to glance at the flowing sanguine river that had began to taint her white robes as would a brush cause to a canvas.
"Hn." the wounded teen grunted with a pained nod as he merely took the maiden's fingers in his. At the mere sound of this grunt, Rhea inhaled deeply, focusing whatever sanity she had left into healing this man that she had given her heart to for the past years. Who would've thought that all the years they had would be nigh on being snuffed out by a pair of ruthless robbers with guns?
Thump. Thump. Thump.
"Hang'in der!" Rhea shouted, viciously feeling her own cells deplete as the man's bleeding began to subside. "Ye dun giv' up on me!" her voice became like a siren's, desperate yet nowhere near enticing. The bullet had pierced his left ventricle, damaged some parts of his ribs as well as caused some internal bleeding. For some, this could be considered fatal, hopeless and worthless; they should be preparing a coffin by now. However, for the shivering woman whose white robes were stained with the blood of wars and whose lips were left in incoherent string of litanies and odes, she refused to let this man be reduced to nothing more than just numbers, to be made into an additional statistical data. No, she had given this man her heart and she would die before she would let her sun and moon close his eyes for good.
Thump... Thump...
"NO!" Rhea screamed, feeling a sudden rush of fury as a burst of new cells began to invade her lithe figure. The wound had already closed but the damage that had been done within was nigh on impossible to cure. "Ey! Come on! What's gonna happen to 'dem promises, huh?! Didn't you say dat ye wud stay with me?! Dat ye wud hold me in yer arms?! Dane! DANE! Don't you dare close 'dos eyes, laddie!" The words were said almost in a hoarse tone as horrid visions of failure began to cloud her mind. A lot of his organs had been healed, all except for his heart which had been severely damaged. Ironically, it was the last wound that Rhea's strength gave up upon. "N-no! Not now! NO! NO!" she tried her best to lay her arms on him, to try to give more cells but her limit had been reached. The gentle rise of his chest began to subside, began to slow down.
Thump...
She brought her hands up to her eyes, noticing the slick trail of sanguine liquid drip immensely through her fingers. In that moment, Rhea realized one thing. Like how his blood slipped through her fingers, so was his life out of her hands. She couldn't save him... she couldn't do anything for him. He would just become another stroke of a chalk on her board. In her weary heart, a sad orchestra had began to play, reminding her of how much of a failure she was. The sounds began to ascend higher, the song of despair growing ever so unbearable. Then, as the sun died on the horizon, so did the crescendo of Dane's heart reached its finale. With nothing left, Rhea buried her face in her hands, suppressing a guttural scream that pierced the leyline of whatever deity would deign to cast upon her a look of mercy.
Then, she woke up. Her eyes looked up to the small chalkboard in front of her bed. She focused on a peculiar vertical stroke among the other twenty or so strokes on that board. "'im sorry, Dane."
| NOTES: |
-Rhea speaks in, somewhat, broken english. English was never her native language, anyway.
-She would always dissuade others in taking a life.
-In some instances, Rhea would try to salvage the life of an enemy... rarely, though.
-She hates the colour red. |
50,697 | 1,361 | 89 | 307 | 2,322 | Pistolera
It had arrived last night with a note attached; I had a friend develop and manufacture this. It is a prototype, so bugs may be present. Friend will continue developing more tools for your use. Use it responsibly. The writing was neatly sterile, betraying not a shred of character or voice, the kinda writing that's damn near impossible to identify. Of course it would be, he didn't want to run the risk of anyone intercepting the message and realizing the sort of people he fraternizes with. Wouldn't do for his image or his legend, to be associated with the likes of her. The ultimate potential stain to his reputation, hanging around with a borderline gun-toting mercenary like me. Still, doesn't bother me all that much, I got what I wanted.
A brand new gun.
And it was a beauty. If Apple ever got in weapon designing business I imagine they'd look a little something like this. It's an assault rifle, but the kind you imagine folk blasting each other with in the future. An outer casing of brushed, blueish steel, slightly warm to the touch. That's probably cause'a the alien core vibrating away cheerily inside. The weapon sit's in my arms gracefully, so I can only imagine it was made with my measurements in mind. Slightly worrying how whoever made it knew what my measurements are, but that isn't enough to dampen my ardour for my latest toy.
What? So some might think I'm using my new baby to distract me from the scary going's on outside, to help me ignore the horror that I bore witness to earlier in the week. To enable me to forget the literal cities worth of corpses the team were responsible for. To avoid the small matter of me letting the twins die, all so I could make a more effective end to the zombie apocalypse that threatened to go full on extinction level. So what if I'm repressing! It's worked for me so far.
Course with all these emotional gymnastics I've been doing lately you might forgive a girl for only realizing at the last minute that we've got the United States military rolling up on our front door, eager to have a word and not willing to take no for an answer. I try and muster some shock, but in all honesty I knew it was coming. Buncha kids taking the law into their own hands, one of them wearing a big 'S' on his chest, in Luthor's country? It was never gonna last. It was always just a matter of time before things got heated.
Doesn't take me long to pack up my new rifle and grab my bug-out bag. The military might have us cornered, but I'm confident I can slip away undetected, especially when they get tied up detaining the team. I feel bad about leaving the others, but really why shouldn't I do it? We're not really friends, and technically Luther is right. They did kill all those people, even if they weren't people at the time. Not that I think they deserve to be punished for it, they were just defending themselve's, but it would quell a lot of public unrest if there was at least a show of them being made to answer for their crimes. They'd never do the time for it, not really. The Justice League would never allow it. No, they'd get hauled into Washington, made to say their sorry's, then let off on some superhero technicalities, probably have to do some kind of extreme community service. After all, they did help to save the Western seaboard from a zombie apocalypse (Technically I saved the seaboard, but I'm more than willing to consider them accomplices) No, they'll be fine, even without me.
It's surprising how easy it is to lie to yourself.
I don't even bother grabbing my armour. I've got more stashed away elsewhere, and it's not like I'm going to need it right now. After all, who's stupid enough to fight the military?
"Titans. Gather in the kitchen! We've got trouble! I'm gonna try and buy us some time to get away. Rao help us all."
Of course. Sentinel would be stupid enough to fight the military.
I'm halfway to the kitchen before I realize what I'm doing. That idiot Kryptonian is about to give me the perfect distraction to exit, stage right without anyone noticing, yet I'm running to the rest of the team. Why? I mean really why? I can't understand it. Like I said, it's not like I'm particularly fond of the team. In fact apart from Evan's pert ass there's really not much to recommend the group of misfits. But, I realize, they are my misfits, and are collectively so stupid they'll probably get themselves all killed before the sun's down without me. I pull out my communicator on the way down.
"Sentinel, stand down, right fucking now!" I make my tone as icy as possible, the kind of tone that really brooks no argument. It isn't hard. I'm so sick of this Superman wannabe's macho bullshit that I'm this close to doing my damndest to convince the rest of the team to abandon him to Luthor's mercy. Would certainly solve a lot of our problems.
"Whatever good reasons you think you have for attacking the United State's military, forget them. They are not good reasons. We could have gotten out undetected without you smashing the countries defense budget, but as usual you flew off half cocked without a real plan."
"The team can still get out, but you need to stop before you make things any worse for us. Run now, lose any pursuit, then make a roundabout route to Star City. We'll meet there when I've deemed it safe." I cut off then, hoping he listens but half expecting him to argue. So far every time he's been given the choice between an intelligent, well thought out, reasoned action and a dumbshit, knee-jerk, no-thought-spared-to-the-consequences reaction, he's gone charging happily off in the latter's direction.
"What now?" I hear Stunt Devil ask as I reach the others. He looks lost, dejected, like a puppy without an owner. He's looked that way for days. He's been so miserable that even I've been tempted to give him a hug. I didn't though, perhaps unsurprisingly. Hey, it's not like he was dying or anything!
Cell gave one of her long, disjointed, vaguely foreign, and really time consuming speech. Time, I'd like to point out, we really don't have, but for some reason the others lap her sentimental we-are-a-team-and-we-stand-together stuff up, and by the looks of them all right now they really needed it. Still, I wish it could have waited until after we'd safely gotten away.
"Beautiful Cell, really beautiful. Now everyone huddle in, because we don't have much time and I'm not in the habit of repeating myself. We are NOT fighting the military. At all. Any one thinking along those lines is going to get us all killed. The public hates us enough after we made a ghost town of San Francisco without us attacking their sons and daughters who are just acting on orders. Besides, we do that and we're effectively declaring we believe ourselves above the law." If I'm honest with myself I kinda think that already, but there's no way I'm declaring it out loud. That's the kind of jackass maneuvering that get's you locked up in Belle Reve.
"In fact" I continue, "I imagine that's exactly what Luthor want's us to do. Instead we're just going to deny him the spectacle he wants, and just disappear. Luckily we have a magician who can help us do exactly that." I neglect to mention Sentinel's probably ruined the 'no spectacle' part of my plan, but I'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
I beckon Zane over and whisper a set of co-ordinates, one's that belong to one of my safehouses in Star City, in his ear. I don't want anyone not in the Titan's overhearing, and who know's what kind of listening equipment is fixated on us right now.
"Teleport us there right now Zane. We can restock once we're there, then decide our next move." Not that I particularly want the Titan's to be snooping around in one of my 'homes away for home', but you know what they say about desperate times. And seeing as I apparently find it a lot harder than expected to ditch them, and there's no way in sweet hell I'm going down with them, then I guess they have to come with me. Not a great loss, I've got other hideaways they don't know about after all, but still a touch annoying. Just another slight Sentinel has performed against me.
Or at the very least I'll decide our next move. After what I've seen lately I'm not sure I'd trust these kids with sorting through a bus timetable, never mind organizing themselves when they've become enemies of the state. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
50,698 | 1,361 | 90 | 1,243 | 1,011 | JC arrived at the edge of the roof just as the shot rang out. This had to be the one that was heard across the world. He was prepared to end this all and make a giant ice sculpture with zombies in it, but what he saw changed that. He saw the remaining zombies returning to their normal human selves. He felt a certain emptiness inside. He couldn't believe this had all happened. It felt like a horrible nightmare that would have even gotten to him. He was slowly, yet surely becoming him. It seemed that all JC needed was a few more pushes and then he'd be his father.
He made sure to head back downstairs and heat the frozen civilians that were fortunate enough not to receive an ice spike or be burnt to a crisp. It was a process, but it was the least he could do. They weren't frozen long enough to die from the effects unless their systems were weak. He didn't know how many of their family members or friends that he had personally killed and he didn't want to know the number. The more he thought about it the more sick he got. This was the ultimate kill or be killed situation. They couldn't relax around these zombies, because if they did then they'd be the ones dead and then there really would have been a zombie apocalypse. He had rather not this world turn into a popular TV show or movie.
Much later JC found himself heading down to the memorial statues. He looked at the fallen members of the team and thought about the twins and Rose. Evan had returned and told them that he Rose died out there. Another death that was essentially JC's fault. If he hadn't confronted her back then maybe she'd be alive now. He had to figure out how they were going to make statues for the twins and Rose. He wasn't a sculptor or anything and he didn't know if any of the other Titans were. This was all assuming that they'd even be able to stay here after today. He doubted the world was happy with their efforts today.
They royally fucked up two days in a row. If they did for a third he'd have to go to Vegas to try his luck. Jeremiah stayed in this room for the rest of the night and actually slept.
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JC woke up the next morning still feeling as shitty as he did the day before. He was still in his blood stained and tattered clothes. He'd have to wash up and change. He went back upstairs and cleaned himself up. Fortunately the bathrooms and rooms weren't all that messed up. The zombies were focused on consuming their lives so they weren't trying to destroy empty rooms in the tower.
He walked to the living room/kitchen area and immediately noticed the bottles around Evan. It seems that he was really the type to drink away his problems. He used a party to hide that the night after Lobo. He watched as Luthor gave his address to the nation. He had no problem with registering his identity. He wasn't exactly keeping that a secret anyway. But what he wouldn't let stand was Luthor saying that they didn't know how to make the required sacrifices. They lost three of their own members and they did their best to prevent this whole epidemic from spreading.
"You don't know what a damn sacrifice is." He didn't know why he was talking to the television. It wasn't like President Luthor could hear him through it anyway. He resisted the urge to blast the TV just for showing that pompous face.
He walked over into the kitchen with the others. Max asked him what they were going to do. It seemed that in their eyes he was still the closest thing that they had to a leader. Even if his leadership cost all those lives. He had planned to answer, but Cell did instead. They were going to run. But where to was the real question. "We won't let it end like this, Rhea. I promise that this isn't the end." He didn't know why her gaze was getting to him. He's been changing and he doesn't like where it's leading him. While they were discussing it Sentinel was out doing the only thing he knew how to do. Cause a lot of property damage. He wasn't watching, but he hoped he wasn't killing anyone else out there.
Pistolera seemed to be taking charge now. Who died and made her Queen? Okay, that thought may have been insensitive since there were a lot of people who died yesterday. But that still didn't give her the right to lead things. Why did he even really care? At the beginning of yesterday's situation he didn't even want to be the team's leader. Now he was mad because someone seemed to be taking the job? Or maybe his overall anger was just spreading. He honestly didn't even know anymore. He's shown more emotion in the past three days than he has his entire life.
Simone apparently had a safehouse in Star City. Pft. He had plenty of those thanks to his father. Seriously, what was this? Why did this suddenly turn into a mental dick size competition? He hoped Zane could get every member there without overexerting himself.
"When we get there we'll decide what else to do. From here on forward we're fugitives of the law. Outlaws." Okay, maybe he just had to get the last word in. | | NAME: |
Jeremiah Cooper
| ALIAS: |
Thermo (Viable to Change)
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Temperature Control: Jeremiah has enough control over his powers to control the temperature around him. He can cool the air to put out a fire and heat the air to help people trapped in the snow.
Ice Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate ice. He can use this power to freeze water so that he could manipulate it as well. He also has the ability to create solid ice constructs in the form of weapons to use in combat.
Ice Gliding: Using his ice powers he's able to create a slide of ice to glide along.
Fire Manipulation: Jeremiah has the power to generate and manipulate fire.
Fire Resistance: Jeremiah is resistant, but not immune to fire. He can be affected by the flames of either an equal or more powerful fire user.
Hand to Hand Combat: Jeremiah was trained in the art of unarmed combat by his father, including how to fight dirty. He's nowhere near expert or master level of any actual style, but he knows how to defend himself well enough. After he stopped training with his father most of his training has been self-training.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Human Limitations: Even though he's a metahuman he's still a human and therefore has the limitations of a human. He can still die like one and doesn't have any form of invulnerability. He also gets tired like a normal human and etc.
Frostbite: After using too much of his ice powers he starts to gain frostbite. To balance it out he uses his fire and heat powers to get rid of the frostbite.
Lack of Fire Immunity: Despite his control of flames he's not completely immune to fire. He has no problem with his own flames and natural flames, but when it comes to flames of other metahumans with the same level of power or greater it can cause a problem for him.
| SAMPLE POST: |
JC remembered the day that changed his life forever. It was the day before he was recruited to join the Teen Titans. He had lived in California all of his life, but this was his first time in the Bay area. This was his time to prove his worth as a hero. What better way to do so than by cleaning up crime in the city where the Titans were stationed? He wasn't in heroics because he enjoyed it. He was doing it because that's what he had to do. This wasn't a moral obligation thing either. He wore his jumpsuit underneath his normal clothes. He knew there had to be some crime around here somewhere.
As if right on cue he saw about four guys head into the a bank across the street. They left one guy in the getaway car. He knew they were up to no good because of the guns they were carrying in broad daylight. It seemed that criminals were getting dumber by the minute. One was carrying a shotgun and another was carrying an Uzi. They probably spent the money on their last job on that one. He couldn't see the other guns so they were probably handguns. Taking down four guys with guns would have been difficult if his powers weren't in the ranged category. The first thing he had to do was take care of the getaway car just in case someone ended up escaping him.
He casually removed his clothes as he walked across the street to the car. The driver didn't seem to notice him as he was looking out for police cars. He even had the driver side window down. JC decided to sneak around to the other side from the back and while the driver was looking to his right he knocked on the back passenger window. "Look. You have a choice. You can either drive yourself to a precinct and fo--." Before he could complete his sentence he noticed the guy frantically reaching for his gun. "Or you could do that." He aimed his right hand at the criminal and froze him solid. "I'm assuming you were the driver because you're the emotionally weak one. I'll thaw you out later." His tone was both cold and distant. His words were dry and had no type of emotion behind them.
Now he had to deal with the almost threats. He walked up to the bank and peered through the glass to see the amount of citizens lying on the ground. He guessed by now that the tellers already pressed the silent alarm even if it might have gotten killed. You had to hate protocol, right? He realized that he didn't have the time or the option to give these guys the same chance that he had given the driver. Despite his actual not caring for the civilians he knew it wasn't "hero-like" to endanger them. The rules of the hero game made things a bit more difficult.
He pushed the doors open and started finger blasting the criminals. He started with the Uzi wielding idiot and worked his way down to the handguns. He blasted their guns with ice to clog them up. The one with the Uzi tried to get shots off, but the gun exploded in his hand causing him harm. He yelled in pain and at his goons while he held his hand, "Get that freak!"
The insult didn't bother him and neither did the three idiots heading at a guy with powers without their guns. He stood there waiting for them and when they got close enough he opened his palm and gave them the same icicle treatment that he gave their driver. He then walked over to the leader of the rat pack. He had to give this one, one thing. He was persistent and wasn't going to let up. He tried to fight him, but he was more than useless with one usable hand. JC was able to dodge his slow attacks and knocked him back with an uppercut. While he was trying to recover Jace talked to him in that same cold tone. "It's idiots like you five that give real criminals a bad name."
He covered his own right hand with ice effectively creating a strong and durable ice glove before sending a knockout punch straight down into the guy's face. He started walking out towards the bank entrance or exit in this case while watching the civilians stand up. They were a bit in awe and one of them tried to thank him with a hug, but before she could get close he extended his hand to stop her path. "Don't." was all he said before walking outside.
JC was met with a sight he didn't expect. Standing before him was the Teen Titans.
| NOTES: |
Has a great disdain for his father.
Right side of his hair is naturally white.
Left side of his hair is naturally dark red.
Burn scar on the upper left side of his face.
Prefers to go by JC.
Emotionally Distant |
50,699 | 1,361 | 91 | 1,617 | 689 | Zane heard the gun shot over all the noise of combat and fire and ruin. Then all of the zombies turned back to normal people and his pains were going away. The fire was meant to destroy anything undead but with all the zombies gone they went away along with the effects of the spell. He felt like shit after wards, he had could only see a few piles of ash but still, the thought that these people could have been saved sent waves of sorrow to his core being. His first thought is what could the others of his family think about what went on here? Would they come for him and his magic? How were his team mates faring with the situation?
So many things went on in his head but for now it was time to mourn and grieve those that were lost. Everyone else did not look much better, everyone had a look of disappointment and shame on their faces.
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The next day he woke up a little later than most. He had stayed up late helping with the repairs and worked until he passed out from lack of energy. He woke up with a little drowsiness due to the activities from the day before and his shoulder hurt, but other than that he was fine. He was studying the arcane when the news report President Luthor had about how to handle the situation. Then he ran to the kitchen to see his team mates all standing there debating what to do. He caught the end of Rhea's speech and then truly new this girl had a good heart. Pistolera came over and whispered the location of the base in Star City. This would be easy for him a simple portal could take them there in minuets. "Ytic Rats ot latrop a nepo." After saying the spell he drew a small circle in the air. The are were he drew it burned with a green light and then expanded into a much larger green circle, and in a flash the portal held the image of the hideout Pistolera had told him about. "Ok, it is open and stable just step threw. Lets all hurry because I don't know how long I can hold this thing open, and tell Sentinel to come inside before it closes."
His eyes were glowing green and the glow was fading, fast, as he watched his team mates step threw one by one. The only thing on his mind was JC's last comment, Outlaws, the thought scared him. | | NAME: |
-Zane Zatara
| ALIAS: |
-Magi
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genetic Magic: His unique genetic structure allows him to use the magic he was born with as well as learned magic.
Backwards Spells: Zane speaks his spells backward as a aid to concentrate. For example, saying "rebmemer" would cause the target of the spell to remember something.
Elemental Control: Zane can manipulate different magical elements such as: fire, ice, water, earth, electricity, air, light , and shadow. Each elements can be controlled and summoned with spells.
Learned Magics:
-Healing:can heal most injuries with simple spell
-Flight: Zane can fly or levitate however it requires a lot of energy and concentration
-Force Field: Zane can create magical shields to withstand bullets, blasts, blows and explosions. The greater the size or density of the shield the more effort it takes to hold.
-Transformation: Zane can turn anything into anything else, essentially. For instance, the largest thing he has transformed was a concrete building into a cardboard house.
-Eldritch Blast: Zane can blast enemies with mystical energy
-Energy Construct Creation: Zane can use his magical energies to create inanimate objects such as traps or devices to suit he needs.
-Telekinesis: Zane can move/obtain objects at a distance with his spells.
-Telepathy: Zane can also read minds, view and erase memories of others with or without the person's consent. Can only be done for a short period of time and takes a lot of energy and concentration.
-Teleportation: He can send himself and/or anyone to anyplace he/they wish to visit without any space/time restrictions. Needs a visual image of the place before sending any anywhere.
Hand-to-Hand Training: He knows how to defend him self in a fight against others. He is no Batman or Robin, so put him against someone like Deathstroke and he will lose, but put him a basic situation ans he will hold his own.
Magicians Suit: Has the standard Zatara suit, colors are black and white and he has while gloves.
Magic Wand: Zane has a wand that he needs in order to help focus his magic. Has tried to do it without the wand the spells usually blow up in his face.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
Mnemonic Incantation: Zane casts his spells by saying the words of her incantations backwards. Mnemonic incantation is the most complicated of the mystic arts. If he cannot speak his spells don't work. Also some of his spells take deep concentration. So if he is not focused or his speech is disabled his magic is useless.
Vulnerability to Magic: Powerful enchantments against beings of magic, like gods, are able to restrict him as well, preventing her from accessing enchanted places or dispel the adverse charm.
Lack of Concentration: Zane has the attention span of a fly so it is hard for him to focus on one thing at a time. This means that more complicated spells are harder for him to do.
His Wand: Zane needs his wand in order to cast his spells. It helps him focus on the spell it self and allows him to better project his will. When he does not use his wand the only thing he has been know to do is create explosions no matter what the spell or levitate things. If his wand is taken he does one or the other and that can lead to detrimental effects.
| SAMPLE POST: |
The casino smelt of smoke, alcohol, lost hopes and dreams. Zane was at the rootlet table collecting bids and moving money from one number to another. He hated working on the strip casinos, all the people were greedy and made wrong decisions. Like if you know there is a low probability of you winning why would you bet the rest of your money on a chance that was not going to happen. He hated the rootlet table as well, the people who played this game took extra risk and always choose their number based on some lucky number or coincidence.
"Alright people place your bets, Black High, nothing under 20,000." Zane said with fake smile and no general interest.
He didn't understand what he was doing here in Vegas. Zane thought he would be working on the stage with Zatanna but instead he had to find a job at the MGM as a table dealer. He works on the Poker, Blackjack, and Rootlet tables. He would use his magic to mess with the players and make them lose most of the time. He was told to find some work and wait for Zatanna to call, so he had been. But Zane was growing tired of waiting, he didn't like it here, to many distractions and the energy the people gave off was weird.
"Hey your times up head out." One of his co-workers said to him. Zane smiled and packed up shop. He headed to the break room and got his stuff.
Zane stepped out side and took a breath of fresh air. "Well time to go home. Emoh" With that spell he vanished from the front of the casino and reappeared in his small one bedroom apartment. Zane had nothing else to do for the day except practice some more and wait for the call.
| NOTES: |
-Has the ADD
-He like card games especially Poker
-Not afraid to speak his mind
-Likes to gamble with high stakes
-Does not like to fly |
50,700 | 1,361 | 92 | 1,676 | 1,195 | Very well, then. I'll get him, Eric said, taking a deep breath. Not sure I'll be back in time, though, with this cliche' bit of inability to keep a portal open. Turning his attention and explicitly speaking to Rufus he said, "You stay behind until everyone else is through. Can't afford anyone being stranded without a ride. Except the twins," he added, fully realizing no one else would appreciate his dark humor.
Stepping away from the colony of Titans, he threw his wings open and flapped, throwing himself forward as he got a running start to the nearest window. He kept rowing like oars hung on his arms until he smashed out the window and his wings caught onto a thermal. He saw the Kryptonian ripping apart the military equipment. Maybe he isn't the solid decision maker I almost gave him credit for being.
"Sentinel!" he barked. Need to find his name, this is almost childish. Eh, I'll just use Facebook to find him later. Getting closer, he increased his volume. "Sentinel, we're leaving now!" That Kryptonian grade hearing is only as good as the attention he's paying. Just hope he doesn't get too... passionate.
Overhead, Eric saw a flying helicopter larger than any he'd ever seen. On it was a rotary cannon with a belt holding glowing green crystals. Unsure if that meant it was carrying Kryptonite, which he didn't see being too unlikely given that Luthor well knew the needs of humans to do battle with aliens, he took flight upward and nabbed the immediate attention of the gunman. Chirping quickly, he got an idea of how many were onboard. Saving himself the time of fighing them all, he dodged a steady stream of projectiles behind him before ducking under the helicopter, finding the engine access, and ripping out one of the belts in the motor's pulley.
As the chopper went down, he watched the army men leap out before swapping to handguns.
The entire ordeal took about seven seconds, but it was seven too many. "Now... or NEVER!" | | NAME: |
Eric Abernathy
| ALIAS: |
Microbat;
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Durability: He has the ability to withstand great brute force and has general resistance to energy attacks once transformed. He could be struck on the chest by a peak human a dozen times without bruising. Bullets most often lodge in his skin unless at point blank range. His wings are a considerable weak point, though they can be restored by a transformation.
Echolocation: He can send out a chirp that bounces off of walls to give him an idea of what is ahead of him. The sounds come back to him phenomenally fast, as they do with real bats. He can use this advantage to create a clear mental image of his surroundings, even in total darkness.
Flight: By flapping his wings, he can take flight, gracefully and briskly escaping any standard pursuers. In flight, he can make sharp turns and fast stops, though none instantaneous.
Shriek: His vocal chords are capable of producing high-frequency tones inaudible to human ears, but capable of destroying glass, or likely finding a frequency that can resonate with materials such as steel or bone.
Smell: He can identify a person's smell, even when its masked, as an individua,l with little that can prevent its accuracy. The most common identifier he uses to trace smells is an individuals blood, when available.
Strength: In order to flap his wing-membrane and keep himself off the ground, his arm muscles are beyond even peak standard human limits. Due to the sharp turns, his abdomen and constantly poised legs are also quite muscular.
Transformation: Selectively, Eric can choose to transform into an Man-Bat hybrid, coated in dark, yet soft and shining brown fur, gaining a paper thin membrane bridging his forearms to his lower ribs, as well as a snout, large ears, red eyes, and, large retractable talons on his feet.
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
His echolocation ability can detect textures and even identify individuals in a crowd, if it is relatively still, however it can be confused by frequent turns, movement, or excessive noise. At this moment, he has only found a frequency that resonates with glass, despite other materials being well within his range. Unfortunately, these continued shrieks quickly tire out his larynx. He only gains super strength, flight, and other physical augmentations when transformed, however his sensory abilities and shrieks are more reliant on his internal organs, so they require no change.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Dropping like a cannonball into the ocean, Eric fell headfirst above the streets and roadways of Chicago. Throwing his neck up and following through with the rest of his body, he snapped his arms away from his chest and flashed his wingspan like a trenchcoat. It looked like he was cruising through deep space beyond the speed of thought as the inconsistent tones of light groped for the corners of his eyes, streaming away from him only for thousands more to find him. He cancelled his descent and instead went gliding far above the busy streets below. By no means was his glide at a constant elevation, though. He swayed and threw his arms back constantly, raising his shoulders like he was rowing a boat.
A screaming infant was whaling, practically baying for help. He too was traveling downward.
"Hold on, child--I'm coming," Eric knew that he would only scare the child with his words and appearance, but they still functioned to help overcome his own anxiety at the situation.
Locking in on its location, he balled up his fists before finally throwing himself into a position to catch it, with his back facing the cars below and wings spread wide open, he made himself a "catchers' mitt" to the diving baby "ball". Tensing up for a moment, he finally was able to catch it. Wrapped in a small blue blanket, he was as soft as could be, but Eric didn't dare let it impact against his own chest, so he wrapped his arms around it, comforting it with his own heartbeat before gradually spreading one wing. With the other, he slipped the child into his backpack before straightening his stance and facing upward.
From there, he made a thousand labor intensive flaps to return the infant to the apartment he'd fallen from.
| NOTES: |
-Is inquisitive and adventurous
-Is very interested in sciences, particularly his own biology
-Created by an Aztec cult
-Speaks English and some Spanish
-Does not grow in size much when he transforms
-Increased muscle mass increases his pain threshhold
-Was born in Chicago
-Suffers from insomnia |
50,701 | 1,361 | 93 | 307 | 2,322 | Pistolera
I arch an eyebrow at JC, half way between annoyed and amused that he feels the need to have a dick measuring contest with a girl. By the looks of him I'd still probably win. Must be getting his panties in a bunch, thinking I'm trying to usurp him. Well he's right, but I got good reasons too, namely that his run as 'leader' has been a spectacular failure, the worst in Titan's history. I mean, Robin sure as shit never got the team made into pariahs, outcasts, murderers and traitors. No, a shake up in command structure is an absolute must, whether JC likes it or not.
"Sentinel's not coming with. . .” I begin, meaning to explain that for my plan to work in it's entirety then we have to appear to completely Houdini, but with the heat he willingly brought down on himself I can't be sure we wont be seen if he uses the portal with us. He's already got his orders, and besides, he'll have heard all this anyway, so we can meet up with him later. But of course all that becomes moot when Bat-Boy takes it upon himself to go and fetch our Superman imitator.
I resist the urge to sigh, groan, swear or shoot the flying rodent, or vent my frustrations in any other manner. Instead I just begin to manhandle the rest of the team through the portal before any of the others begin to have some not-so-bright ideas. I take an extra moment on Evan, just to grope him biceps. What, I'm having a stressful day, I need some sorta release!
Eventually it's just me, Magi and Accelerate standing alone in the kitchen. Funny, when I first started I pegged Rufus as the most dangerous one of the bunch, the only member other than Rose who was a real threat to me and my mission. Looks like Rose isn't going to be troubling anyone anytime soon, excepting them not being able to get the day off work for her funeral, and now with my newly discovered responsibility to these kids it looks like Speedy's gonna be the only one I can trust to get things done, and get them done right. Irony, I think.
“Can't leave this portal open any longer, not for those morons. You're the only one fast enough to stop them causing any more of a national incident than they already have. Stop them, do whatever it takes, then meet us here,” I whisper him the co-ordinates for the safe house. I don't bother saying good luck, or giving him advice on how to stop our pair of over-zealous cowboys. Rufus will have his own ideas on that front, and he's probably the type to chafe under too much management.
“Zane, follow me through then close the portal. The boys can look after themselves.” With that I step through. . .
. . . And walk smack dab into someone's back. Might be Stunt Devil, but I can't be sure because we're in pitch black. Smooth. I'm standing in the dank, dark gloom of my Star City safe house. I know it by smell, a heady mix of old diesel and gunpowder. First order of business, lights. Takes me a few seconds to find the gennie in the dark, and a couple more to get it to kick into life, then even longer for the energy saving strip lights to burn away the gloom.
With the lights the safehouse is revealed. A long, rectangular room, the short wall behind me serving as a display for my stache of guns, enough for a small army. Could still stand to get a few more. On the far wall is a series of targets, most of them bullet ridden. Too my left is a doorway that leads to the bedroom/kitchen/living space. I say kitchen, but it's really just a space with racking that holds barrels of purified water, boxes of long life foodstuffs and more than a few crates of candy bars. I've got quite a sweet tooth. To the right is the small bathroom. Not exactly the Ritz, but it'll serve it's purpose.
“Make yourselves comfortable,” I declare, fully aware that this place was not designed for comfort. It was designed to be a safe place for when the world ends, and I gotta say, this situation certainly seems to be filling those criteria. “I'm gonna check the news, see what the world thinks of us now.”
I head through to the living are, and try to get the old portable to find a station. | | NAME: |
Malcolm 'Mal' Summerhold
| ALIAS: |
Blue Paladin 9
| ABILITIES/SKILLS/EQUIPMENT: |
Genius Level Intellect – Mal will announce at every available opportunity that he has an intellect so advanced that modern IQ tests can't accurately identify his intelligence level. He has figuratively broken the mould. A prodigy in the fields of theoretical and experimental physics, he has also picked up his uncles affinity for engineering. You could count the number of people able to keep up with Mal's mental processes on one hand.
Paladin Class Warframe Armour – An entirely experimental prototype armour, developed by Summerhold Armaments engineering, financed by a coalition of western governments, using reverse engineered terrestrial and alien technology as it's basis. The armour is psionically, genetically and bio-metrically linked to Mal, meaning no one but he can use it. The armour provides Mal with the strength, power, speed, and endurance to go toe-to-toe with Superman level threats. Instead of traditional CPU and VI elemants the Paladin Warframe makes use of a scavenged Father Box, a small Apokoliptian super-computer. It also contains several armaments including, but not limited to.
Forcefield Generation
Self Contained Enviroment
Hardlight Melee Weaponry
Concussive Energy Blasts
Rocket Propelled Flight
High-Yield Explosive Missiles
Hush Tube teleportation
Combat Stimulant Cocktail - Having advanced armour doesn't mean one is qualified to start fighting the likes of Darkseid, Reverse-Flash, or Brainiac. After all, theses creatures fight and react at much higher levels than any human could ever hope to aspire to naturally. To combat this Summerhold Armaments developed a highly potent 'cocktail', designed to increase the imbibers senses, speed and reactions to superhuman levels. Based on the Miraclo formula, each dosage lasts about eight hours, after which the user must endure an uncomfortable detox period. it also eases user neural interface with the Warframe.
Wealth - Mal comes from a wealthy family, Summerhold Armaments once being a billion dollar company, though they have recently fallen on hard times. Still, as the saying goes 'a broke billionaire is still a millionaire.'
| LIMITATIONS AND WEAKNESSES: |
No real combat experience. He's only started his hero career recently.
Combat stims have a time limit. Once he's gone over them his effectiveness in the Warframe will be compromised.
A lot the technology in the Paladin Warframe is alien in origin, and it's safe to say that the Summerhold's don't quite understand what they're dealing with. The Father Box in particular has the potential to be very dangerous if they're not careful with it.
They have yet to find a truly suitable power source for the suit. They have incorporated Kryptonian solar absorption cells, and the Father Box does allow a degree of passive energy absorption and re-distrubution, but at the moment these are both 'soft' energy replenishment utilities. For 'hard' energy supply Mal currently uses an energy cell derived from Promethium, which would usually be more than enough. However due to the tremendous energy draw from the suits main functions he runs a very real risk of depleting his power supplies during a longer battle.
| SAMPLE POST: |
Sometimes in science, as in life, you just have to roll the dice. Take the plunge. Strike the drum. That's why Malcolm Summerhold was booting up the Paladin Class Warframe IX for the very first time, when his elders, and supposed betters, insisted that the armor should be left inactive. They claimed there was too many unknowns with the technology, too many anomalies in the software, too many alien variables, to declare the Paladin ready for a live fire test at this stage.
That's what they claimed anyway, but Mal knew the truth. They were afraid, afraid to take that last step, a step that would plunge them into a great unknown. But they had to, because the path to true greatness lead through the unknown. Mal knew this, but they would not listen to his arguments, so stubborn they were to keep their faces thrust firmly in the dirt. Well he would take the decision out of their hands, and then they would see. Then they would thank him!
The armory was still in a dim gloom, no one being around at this time of night. There was some visibility though, supplied by the blinking status lights on the monitor, more than enough for Mal to see by. He'd spent so many hours in this workshop that he could have traversed it in the dark anyway. He strode to the centre of the circular room, knowing time was against him now. He would have flashed up on the security systems by now. He hadn't bothered disabling them, knowing he could easily do what he had to in the time it took his father and uncle to rush to the lab. Just meant the Paladin would have an audience for it's first test run. Historic moments like this needed witnesses.
“Paladin Class Warframe IX initialisation startup. Startup code INV-641-I810F. User Malcolm Summerhold. Password blue skittles.” As soon as his voice rang out a halo of light burst into life in the centre of the room. The floor tiles slid apart, revealing a cylinder of revolving shining steel, five feet in diameter. The cylinder slowly corkscrewed into the air, until it stood over eight feet tall.
“User retinal and palm scan required.” A robotic, faintly female voice sounded. Mal input the relevant information, anticipation building. The cylinder began to break apart, unfolding like a butterfly's wings to reveal it's precious cargo, the greatest feat of human engineering of all time.
The Paladin.
Mal allowed himself a moment to admire it's splendour, the lights dancing upon it's shining silver breastplate, running his eyes along the subtle curves, as soft and proactive as a woman's. Fashioned to resemble a knights armor, it was as close to it's inspiration as a Lamborghini was to a horse drawn cart. Finished in gold trim, it was an eye catching piece, possesed of a cold beauty that none could deny. Mal still couldn't believe that his uncle didn't think it was ready. It was going going to change the future.
Mal didn't know how right he was.
| NOTES: |
-Ever since the initial bonding process that linked him to the Paladin Warframe he has been having recurring and troubling dreams, visions of a hellish, fire-ravaged world, and occasionally hearing a sibilant, nebulous voice. He tries not to sleep because of this.
-The stim cocktail is mildly addictive. The dosage is carefully measured for his body type and size.
-He has not made his heroic début as of yet.
-Is a practical joker, and enjoys annoying people, especially towards those he is fond of.
-The armour is similar to this, but doesn't feature the dragon across the chest. It has two eyesholes instead of the red V, and all the lights are blue instead of red. The armour features gold trim. |
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