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Amanda Waller threw her headset down, and put in her earpiece, designed for mobile travel. Directing this squad was going to be tough without a leader on the team, and unfortunately, Deathstroke wasn't stepping up with Eobard running the show. She needed someone who understood, bluntly, that A.R.G.U.S. wouldn't hesitate to put dissenters down. Reverse-Flash was obviously a good choice for the team, but Thomas Blake, she wasn't too sure about. So, Amanda decided, she had to bring in Them. A team honed by years of experience on an alternate Earth, it hadn't been easy subduing them during the event the press was dubbing Forever Evil. And though she loathed to even be near him in particular, he was a necessary addition to the Team.
Walking lithely down the halls of the Supermax prison situated beneath A.R.G.U.S. headquarters, she faced a large elevator, and let it scan her retina, then her fingerprint, before sliding open. Stepping inside, she entered a 14 digit code that changed every four hours, then sliding her ID in. Once it accepted, the elevator dropped a mile beneath the earth, stopping to open to a row of cells.
These cells did not hold a legion of supervillainous inmates, but rather a handful; only the most dangerous. She walked past an exercising Thomas Wayne Jr., past a lovesick Atomica, an anxious and equally lovesick Johnny Quick, a powered down Grid. Deathstorm, AKA, Professor Martin Stein, pored over books, while Superwoman cooed at her expectant stomach. The last cell held the man she came here to see; Clark Kent of Earth-3, also known as Ultraman. Given his Kryptonian abilities, and the fact that his powers grew by kryptonite, he was placed in a cell with red solar panels, effectively limiting his powers. He sat on a sole chair, as if he'd been expecting Amanda for quite some time, leaning over, and clasping his hands. His black hair was combed back save for a single lock laying on his forehead. His normally blue eyes grew red with heat vision in an intimidating way, but Amanda scoffed.
"Mr.Kent." She greeted, sliding to sit in the one chair reserved for rare visits. He nodded, and the red left his eyes. "Ms.Waller. To what do I owe such a visit?" He said, his deep voice slightly modified by the speakers. Amanda raised an eyebrow and nodded towards him. "You already know, Mr.Kent. It's the same offer I made last time."
Ultraman smiled, and even laughed. "Oh, I do. My world had a similar team; but really, as I told you last time, Amanda, not without a few of my team. Power Ring is dead; Johnny crippled for life. Atomica is separated from him, and it's killing her. Lois? She can rot here, but for me to join your Task Force X, I want Dr.Stein and Thomas as well. Grid can run information for us from here." Amanda sighed, and looked at the situation. Where the team was going, who they'd likely face....was it really worth letting half the Crime Syndicate out?
In the end, she thought yes, it was. Nodding her assent, she turned and left, already arranging for their gear to be delivered to their cells and transport to be utilized. The team was already getting Captain Cold and The Evil version of Aquaman; this would just be helping the team. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,503 | 1,519 | 29 | 1,645 | 768 | Digger followed suit as his companions crossed the hangar and headed towards the APCs. He smirked as Deathstroke and his little protege discussed the girl's dire need to take a nice looking motorcycle instead. Now that was why he didn't have time for children of is own, as they were always wanting things. Sure it's not usually military motorcycles, but he would probably have to increase his criminal activities if he was ever unlucky enough to bare such an unfortunate gift. Shaking the thought out of his head, he look looked around the room and the exit. At the end of the hall, a huge metal looking door loomed and by the looks of the control panel next to the door, it wouldn't be opening anytime soon. He turned to the others to express this opinion only to find the one-eyed mercenary also eyeing up the door.
"How's your driving?"
The question took him by surprise. Harkness assumed that the great and powerful Deathstroke wouldn't have needed to rely on someone such as Captain Boomerang to be his chauffeur. Regardless, he decided to hold back the quips for now, as the fact that they were this close to escape was making him optimistic.
"Guess I'm alright, mate" Came his reply, shrugging his shoulders. Glancing at the door slightly, he reached into his satchel and produced yet another of his explosive boomerangs. "Do y' want me t' blow us a hole or whut? I promise not to 'ave a repeat of them guards earlier!" He managed a chuckle, playing absent mindlessly with the weapon in his hands. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,504 | 1,519 | 30 | 2,748 | 2,520 | Withdrawing her hand from the bike, pulling it into her chest while her other hand rubbed the slightly agitated area in which Slade had slapped, her bright blue eyes looked upon him with her lower lip sticking out just slightly. He didn't hurt her, she could take a lot more of a physical beating than that, it was more the fact that his actions caused her heart to sink a small bit lower in her chest. She wasn't getting the bike, and she wasn't getting his approval. Two things that had the cute blonde re-thinking what she had done wrong, her gears already working on how to turn it into something right.
"Let's leave fun for later. For now, I need your blades to do the work."
Dropping her gloved hands back to her sides, Rose tilted her head a bit as she reached back and withdrew the twin blades once more from her back. Her eyes flicked over to where Slade had been looking to get an idea as to what it was that he wanted her to do, the position of his mask having her eyes finally meet on the door which he soon discovered had been locked up tight, for security reasons, of course. Stepping aside from the bike she had previously set her heart on she walked over to Slade, letting her hips sway side to side in an alluring manner as she reached him, keeping her eyes trained on the single one she could see looking back at her.
"Of course you wouldn't want any of the ones already gift-wrapped for us by Santa." Rose said with an overly dramatic sigh. "Very well..."
"How's your driving?"
"Guess I'm alright, mate. Do y' want me t' blow us a hole or whut? I promise not to 'ave a repeat of them guards earlier!"
Stepping forward, swords drawn with the edges catching the light from above, Rose took the couple steps needed before she reached the door. With practiced precision, Rose sunk down both blades into the safety box that was otherwise meant for code entry and a retinal scan, causing the entire thing to short out and spark but Rose stayed put, not put off by the temporary fire zone and sunk her blades into it even further. She moved the blades around a bit, tearing up the surrounding metal like butter, seeming to be 'looking' for something until finally there was a click and the massive, double-reinforced steel door groaned followed by a pressurized hissing sound, causing a bit of steam to leak out of the seams in the door that finally started to swing open slowly, given it's massive weight.
"So long as you drive on the right side of the road Cap." Rose said, answering Captain Boomerang's question by removing her swords from the wall with a grating metal sound and placed them back on their sheaths on her back and walking back over to the small group. Smiling over at Captain Boomerang for a moment, she looked back to Slade, having to look up given their massive height difference and flicked her gaze back over to the door. "All yours big guy." She said looking back at him with a smile that would have one wondering if she was even talking about the open door anymore. | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,505 | 1,519 | 31 | 2,436 | 984 | Catman stayed close by the others wondering what they were planning and it was after a few minutes that he realized that if he wanted to get out of here then he would have to work with his so-called teammates even though he didn't like it. He threw a caterang at a guard which sliced the man in a throat.
"I'm an excellent tracker, is there anything that you want me to do?" he asked the one eyed mercenary. He didn't like having to take orders from Deathstroke, but if meant getting out of this hellhole then Thomas was willing to listen. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,506 | 1,519 | 32 | 2,375 | 345 | The Mercenary quietly observed as the girl elegantly tore the car's side door off, therefore enabling the team a safe passage to the airship. At that moment, he could almost feel the aura of Mirakuru streaming through the air. He could see that Ravager, even though seemingly a child, had a pretty twisted past, perhaps even more painful than his. Her mean, flirtatious walk could fool anyone who never thought of peeking down the door to a dark place called the Underworld, but not Deathstroke. He was well aware that behind all those flashy winks and tempting words, there was a tortured soul hoping to be saved. Naturally, Slade was never a savior, so he realized he could make some use of her. After all, everyone thought she was his child, so all he had to do was just play the role.
Upon being done with his pondering, Slade turned his head at Cap. Boomerang in response to his suggestion about blowing the door. "That won't be necessary. I need you to board the car, unlock the backdoor and fire this beast up.", he declared, tapping to the hood of the car like one of those unemployed rednecks who tend to worship anything with wheels and a horn. Shortly after, a projectile flew past him at great speed, killing a guard whom the squad hadn't spotted. He turned his head to face the owner of the weapon, his right hand lightly touching the handle of his sword. He quickly found relief after realizing that who he thought was an assailant was actually just Catman, who had gone through a brief reformation and finally decided to stick with the team. Slade considered cracking an insult at the man, but refrained, reckoning his submission before the Mercenary to be humiliating enough for him.
"Just get in the backseats.", Slade remarked, pointing at the back of the car with his thumb as a quick beeping sound was made. Shortly after the beep, the engine started, with Captain Boomerang on the driver's seat, looking as smug as ever. Turning his head to face Reverse-Flash, Slade gave the yellow demon a quick nod, as if telling him that they're ready to get out of that shithole. | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,507 | 1,519 | 33 | 2,375 | 345 | TIMESKIP TO BIYALIA
He bends over a table, his fists cracking the wood. The safehouse is dark, and dimly lit. It reminds him of Thomas' cave back on their world. And speak of the devil, there's Owlman himself, sitting quietly in his seat, contemplation etched in his jaw. Deathstorm sits at his right hand, directly opposite Owlman. Under different circumstances, Superwoman would be in that seat, but these are changing times, and she isn't. She's rotting in a cell back at A.R.G.U.S.,while he and his able bodied contemporaries are free...for the time being. Grid sits at the server banks, integrating himself into the network. Two men he doesn't recognize sit in corners of the room, while a metal man with a kryptonite heart is doing...something, with himself. Suddenly the door opens up, and the team they've been waiting on is here, one by one. There's a yellow and red man, obviously a speedster from the way he moves. Following him is a one eyed mercenary, and what appears to be his protégé. An Australian followed him, toting boomerangs, and lastly, what Ultraman could only describe as an Owlman wannabe, or Batman wannabe in this world.
Once they were all in, the doors automatically locked, and the voice of Amanda Waller filtered into the room, the video screen flaring to life. "My name is Amanda Waller. And what I've done is brought you all here to do a task for me. You, as a team, are going to assassinate this woman-" A picture came up, of a tan-skinned woman with regalia bearing that of a queen, yet there was a slight bee motif to her attire. "-Who goes by the name of Queen Bee. Her real name isn't known, but we do know that she has superhuman lieutenants she keeps on her. Your job is to capture or kill these lieutenants, shut down her nuclear weaponry, and assassinate Queen Bee. Your first step is to identify those lieutenants at a ball in your civilian Identities, so I suggest you start revealing yourselves to each other."
As the video died, Ultraman levelled a heat vision filled gaze at the mercenary, without actually incinerating him. "Who are you, and who is your team?" | Full Name: Bruce Wayne
Alias: His official superhero name is Batman, but he's called differently in different places. Gotham's underground refers to him as The Bat, while the media usually uses names such as The Dark Knight or The Gotham Knight.
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1982.
Appearance: Bruce Wayne, Gotham's playboy billionaire, is, as you would expect from a ladies man,rather handsome. He stands at 6'2 and weighs around 207 pounds, possessing a well built body as a result of undergoing grueling training abroad. He has a pair of piercing blue eyes and is often seen wearing a business suit in public. When he's at home, he favors sweatpants and XXXL t-shirts so as to make himself more comfortable.
Bruce, during his period as a crime fighter, made several major changes to his suit. His original suit was functional at best. It surely didn't emit a Bat vibe, serving more as a simplified, temporary accessory that would help him cover his identity until he came up with something better. After a couple of months, he finally came up with the idea of Batman - a cruel reminder of a tragic past event in Gotham - this time bearing a Kevlar Bat-themed suit, infused with highly resistant fibers that would shield him from bullets and would give him a fighting chance against .50 caliber ones. The suit held itself pretty well, but overtime, Bruce's safety concerns raised. His final suit stripped him off the several human elements his old suit bore, in favor of giving him the upper hand in the battle. Practically, it's not even a suit any more - it's an armor, equipped with cutting edge technology like night and thermal vision, different kinds of shuriken-like weapons called 'batarangs', each one serving a specific purpose and last but not least - the whistler; a long-range remote device which allows Bruce to designate a path for his precious Batmobile and/or Batwing if he ever needs to bail out of a sticky situation.
History: Bruce was born to the rich and famous Wayne Family, founders of Wayne Corporation and the benefactors behind a load of charity events, including the Wayne Orphanage. Simply put, he was part of a dream family, or that's what people thought. Bruce's mother, Martha Wayne, was set to have twins, but due to complications that occurred, she passed away before she could give birth to Bruce's would-be twin brother. At first, it was unknown what caused the aforementioned complications, but further investigations revealed that Hugo Strange, a doctor whom was employed by Thomas as the only caretaker in the Orphanage had injected a pregnant Martha with a sample of Slade Wilson's blood without her husband's consent. He was brutally murdered by Slade himself before the GCPD could put him to custody.
After having the unwanted privilege of watching his beloved wife die a horrible death, Thomas fell into depression. His diary revealed that he attempted to kill himself more than once, but each time he was saved by his infant's son cries, who in a way gave him a reason to live. He managed his way out of depression and made it his life goal to raise Bruce properly. Sadly, he couldn't fulfill that goal, as he was killed during a tragic event called the Man-Bat Outbreak, which involved a lot of mindless mutant bat-like beasts emerging from Arkham and wrecking havoc over Gotham. The same event was also responsible for giving the young Wayne a severe bat phobia. An orphaned Bruce, stripped off his childhood, was assigned to undergo grueling training since the age of ten, being held under the supervision of The Wayne family's personal butler and former-MI6 operative Alfred Pennyworth and his acquaintance, an assassin who went by the codename Natas, real name unknown. Up until the age of eighteen, he was secretly trained by Natas and often participated in clandestine tournaments, nailing the first prize. Although it was never confirmed, it's widely believed that his ability to master whatever martial art in a period of one week stemmed from the metahuman blood his mother was injected with.
At the age of twenty, Bruce finally decided to fight crime, employing a simplified version of the Bat suit and embracing the 'Masked Man' persona. However, at a visit at his parent's grave, Wayne was attacked by an unknown assailant who, oddly enough, emerged from Martha's grave. That led him to address his suit's flaws for the first time and conduct an investigation to discover the assailant's identity. Turns out while the injection killed Martha Wayne, it kept the second boy, Bruce's twin brother who was arranged to be named Thomas Wayne Jr., alive and well but imprisoned in a grave, several feet down on the ground. He only survived thanks to the injection's effect, who had a broader result on him than Bruce, for some unexplained reason. The twin didn't share Bruce's passion to fight crime, and instead developed a villainous persona under Ra's Al Ghul's tutelage, a villain called Hush, a clear reference to his inability to speak. He often tried to impersonate Bruce, but his cover got blown in all occasions.
Further study showed that the Man-Bat incident had a great effect on the underground community, stirring fear and angst when so much as mentioned. He used that information to overcome his fear of bats and finally descend down the Bat-infested storage down the Wayne Manor, where he also built his Bat suit. In his beginnings as Batman, he didn't care as much for his safety as long as there were no civilian casualties and no collateral damage around, but as he ascended into his early thirties, he got more attentive to details. A 30 year old Bruce decided to retire his playboy facade shortly afterwards, and settled down with a TV reporter named Vicky Vale, whom he'd been dating for a while. He revealed his secret identity to her, making her the third person to know the Batman-Bruce Wayne link, right besides Alfred and Natas. His crimefighting career didn't cease, but he did become more careful, going as far as to build a new Bat armor that would spare him of danger. That marked the first time Bruce ever felt like he had something to lose.
Power/Abilities: Genius Intellect: Bruce is a superb strategist, able to even predict the trajectory of a bullet and dodge it. He is also very adaptable, his mastery of Keysi, Muay Thai and Krav Maga being enough to prove that. With enough preparation, Bruce can even dismantle a legion of tanks. It's widely believed that some of his abilities came from the injection, but it's not confirmed.
Phyiscal Fitness: Bruce is at the peak of human capabilities. The inhuman training Natas forced him to undergo gave him a toned body and enough power to hold his own against colossal fighters like Bane and Grundy.
Cutting-edge equipment: Batman possesses a plethora of batarangs, each one serving different purposes. There's the smoke batarang, which emits smoke once it sticks to a surface. Incendiary batarang, designed to cause fires. Explosive batarang, designed to release a narrow explosive burst and the EMP batarang, which disables communications for twenty seconds or so. His Batmobile is built with an auto-pilot function, two cannons, the first which can be calibrated to throw smoke grenades OR knock out rounds and the second, which shoots heat-seeking missiles, only used to destroy enemy hardware. The Batwing is also designed with the same functions, and an exclusive addition; a grapple hook used to lift targets up. There's also his armor, which is highly-resistant to bullets, even .50 caliber ones and is able to withstand explosions and gives Bruce the ability to switch between thermal and night vision withal. And, let's not forget the utility belt which is equipped with a grappling hook that saved him from a lot of near-death situations in the past. |
55,508 | 1,519 | 34 | 1,645 | 768 | The journey to Bialya had been long and tiresome. After travelling within the Blackhawk helicopter for a few hours, they had landed in an almost abandoned landing strip where a cargo plane awaited them. Captain Boomerang kept to himself throughout the flight; discovering a crate of beer bottles in the back of the plane. He drank for the next couple of hours, toying with his boomerangs and reflecting as to what his life had come to. Taking orders from government officials in order to pay of his sentence. Honestly he hadn't seen that coming. To him, his time with the Rogues and battles with the Flash had all been a game; a couple of heists before eventually being busted by the Speedster, only to be sprung back out and for the process to repeat itself. It wasn't a bad life. It had its perks. He had friends (emphasis on the had), girls and even money. And oh did he have fun! The thrill was great and one of the reasons Digger longed to go back to it.
Hours later, Boomerang found himself trailing behind his "squad" into what was apparently their safe house. The outside wasn't much to look at and when Digger arrived inside, he realized that the interior wasn't either. The room was dimly lit, with a table sitting in the centre of the room. Sat around it were two people he had seen on news weeks ago. One was obviously a more monstrous firestorm, costume being darker in colour that the original. The other one had a seriously Owl motif going on. Deathstorm and Owlman. Digger's eyes widened as he looked up to see their leader. Ultraman.
Everyone remembers the first time they lay eyes on Superman. Your throat gets a little dry. You over think what you're going to say or do. This, meeting Ultraman, was much worse. Instantly Digger looked away, not wishing to even accidentally give the man a wrong look. Instead he turned his attention to the rest of the safe-house. In one corner stood a man clad in purple and black. Boomerang knew he had seen him somewhere before; so presumably this guy was bad news. Turning his head, he spotted someone working on what appeared to be a wall of computer servers. Since he was facing away, he didn't recognize him.
Then Captain Boomerang spotted him. Cold. The man that was the reason he was here and not back to his life on the outside. For weeks Harkness had spent days pondering of what he'd do when he finally met the parka wearing prick again, from blasting him with his old Cold-Gun to smacking him in the gob. The Australian began to reach for a boomerang, his mind filled with anger when the door closed behind him and Amanda Waller's voice rang through the air.
"My name is Amanda Waller. And what I've done is brought you all here to do a task for me. You, as a team, are going to assassinate this woman Who goes by the name of Queen Bee. Her real name isn't known, but we do know that she has superhuman lieutenants she keeps on her. Your job is to capture or kill these lieutenants, shut down her nuclear weaponry, and assassinate Queen Bee. Your first step is to identify those lieutenants at a ball in your civilian Identities, so I suggest you start revealing yourselves to each other."
Digger had to note that this was kind of cool. This was some secret agents shit right here! Since he had first seen a James Bond film he had wanted to do something like this.
What followed was a small scale argument between Ultraman and Deathroke. It was the typically show of strength between two leaders, with the one-eyed mercenary targeting the monstrous Superman doppelganger. Digger was about to roll his eyes and complain about what a bunch of asses they were being when the room lit up red slightly as Ultraman melted away the gun aimed at his face. However this didn't faze the mercenary much, who merely produced what appeared to be a glowing grenade. As a result of this, Ultraman dropped him and spoke his name. Clark Kent? Never heard of him.
As Deathstroke unmasked, Digger was once again surprised to see that he was so old, despite the man unmasking previously during the breakout. Slade Wilson. Huh. Boomerang kept note as the Crime Syndicate began their introductions. Clark Kent, Thomas Wayne Jr and Professor Martin Stein. This intrigued him, as if these guys were alternative versions of this world's own heroes then didn't that mean that they were basically learning the identities of their greatest foes? Digger grinned at the goldmine that was before him. Stepping forward, Digger opened his mouth to introduce himself. However, that was when the fighting began.
Captain Boomerang watched, stunned, as Owlman dived forward, engaging Deathstroke. In seconds, Wilson was remasked and aiming a gun that Owl-brain's goolies.
"What the bloody'ell are you fuckers doing?" Digger cried moving forward. With one hand held tightly on a boomerang just in case, Digger offered his other one to Owlman. "Th' names Captain Boomerang. Though I guess y' can call m' Digger Harkness." Giving the Crime Syndicate a weak smile, he spoke once more. "er... please don't hit me." | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,509 | 1,519 | 35 | 2,748 | 2,520 | 16 Hours Ago - A.R.G.U.S Plane - Destination: Bialya
Furrowing her eyebrows together underneath the split colored mask, Rose stared down the nearly-melted ice in the small tumbler of what used to be scotch just a few moments ago, provided of course, complimentary, by the plane's rather large stock of alcoholic beverages. Twisting her wrist around in a circular motion, causing the small ice chunks to clink together and against the glass, Rose kept her bright blue orbs on them, unable to remember when it was that she had actually finished off her drink. Shooting over a sideways glance to Captain Boomerang, Catman and the Reverse Flash, all seemingly too busy to coerce into refilling it for her, Rose huffed out an agitated sigh and pushed herself up from the lavish couch she had been reclining in to do it herself.
Pouring herself a second drink (or was it her third?), Rose stumbled upon the realization that there was someone missing from the open space; but not just someone, the only person she gave a rats ass about on the entire planet anymore. Turning back around and surveying the room again, her thought process had been proven correct. The one-eyed merc was no where in sight. Pursing her lips together in a firm line, Rose looked to the right, and then the left. Both had quite a few choices of different doors on each end, but going by her gut instinct, there was only one place she knew where he might be.
Keeping a firm hold on her glass, she headed left, following the small placard on the wall showing her to the ship's armory. He said that he wanted to have a talk with her later after all... and she had finally gotten her drink. No sense in putting it off another minute.
Forever Evil. Those were the two words drifting around Slade's thought train. Dubbed by the media as a horrifying event of global scale. A villain uprising - heck, even described as the closest thing to an Armageddon. The media was keen to exaggerating for the sake of publicity, but the Mercenary had fact-checked the story and it was spot on. The villains caught in the aftermath were all dumped in containment units, back at A.R.G.U.S, further helping Slade's suspicion that Amanda might just try to get leverage of the whole situation. He was, after all, adjusted to working for bureaucrats and was familiar with their mindset.
With the thought train departing from the station, the One-Eyed Mercenary made a return to the real world. To the left of the armory's table, there were two handguns, his trusted FN Five-Sevens, loaded with magazines and ready to rumble. On the right, there was a small device, resembling a grenade but equipped with a solar panel and enough energy to blow up an entire block. That was probably designed for use by A.R.G.U.S Mercenaries, in case they ever ran into an enemy such as Ultraman; the Reverse-Superman of this tale. Grabbing the small, round grenade and holding it up, like an aging pawnbroker holds a diamond ring, Slade's ears picked up footsteps coming his way accompanied by the sound of clinking. He casually tossed the grenade near his utility belt, where his mask resided nearby, before proceeding to work on his two lovely guns.
Halting her steps for half a moment to allow the pressurized, motion-censored doors to open to her, Rose stepped inside, poking in her head in first, followed by the rest of her body after her bright blue orbs found the orange and blue suit she had become all too familiar with over the last year; thus of course was where Deathstroke himself was also. Taking a quick sip of her drink as she entered, she lowered the glass back down, realizing for the first time that he was without his mask. She stood there for just a couple moments, examining his older facial features and greying hair but beyond that, what Rose found most interesting, was the scar running underneath the black eye patch and halfway down his cheek. After a complete year of following up on everything she could get her hands on in relation to Deathstroke the Mercenary, there hadn't been a single thing that would have prepared her for what sort of man lay behind the mask physically, but pleasantly enough she wasn't disappointed. He was older, sure. Considerably so in relation to her own youth, but age was just a number, not to mention... older guys were more fun anyway.
Clearing her head, pushing aside the flickering 'fan-girl' butterflies that had started to breed in her stomach, Rose continued in and hopped up on one of the stacked crates right next to where he had laid his mask and belt. Taking another drink first, she set the glass down beside her and picked up Deathstroke's mask, examining the shell, that no longer had the man behind it, with genuine curiosity.
"So. I got my drink. You get your talk." Rose said casually before setting his mask back down carefully, not wanting to damage or scratch it in any way. Turning her head around on a swivel, quite obviously looking around at their surroundings, she eventually looked back to him. "Or we could just make use of this alone time, big guy." She threw out there, though the tone in which she used indicated that she already knew he wasn't about to bite.
The girl's emergence from the motion censored doors reminded Slade of the little chit-chat they had back at the prison, and how he eagerly needed to clear up the circumstances that led to her adapting his style. Suddenly, he could almost feel that obnoxious sensation that ran through his spine when she deliberately mistook his statement for an invitation of sexual nature. It was at this point that he came to the realization there was no mask to cover his face, but chose to not make a big fuss about it upon recalling how loyal she appeared to be.
Her constant flirtatious remarks were quickly ignored by Slade, who by now had developed an immunity against them. Sure, she had a toned body and a pretty face and was an overall fine specimen, but if he was going to prison, it was not gonna be for something as petty as having an affair with a minor. Even if she had magically advanced ten years, a workaholic like the legendary Deathstroke would still not budge, considering himself in a permanent relationship with his work.
Finally opting to initiate the talk, Slade shoved his pistols aside and rolled himself around as much as the rotating chair allowed him to, now facing his number one fan girl. "Who are you?", he queried, his tone as quiet as his vocal chords could allow, but still maintaining the distinct feel to it and the efficient pauses in between words. Not even waiting for her to answer, he boosted himself up, taking a few small but confident steps towards the girl and reaching for his belt and mask, before further proceeding;
"I could guess as much; gone through severe trauma at which point your brain began an intense overload. When you woke up, you learned you'd been rewired and then started idolizing all the wrong people, like me.",he spoke bluntly, unfazed by the fact that there might be a possibility of his casual remarks serving as an incentive for their undeveloped relationship to cripple. "I'd slap you across your smug face and tell you to get back to school, but I don't think that's something you can do at this point.", he continued. "So tell me; why me?"
Rose kept her soft pink lips together as Deathstroke began to make observations and guesses about her; who she was, why she was the way she was. She wasn't exactly an open book, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that her life had been messed up somewhere along the way to be the way she was now. Waiting for him to finish, she reached back to her glass and raised it to her lips, finishing off the drink and set the glass back down. She waited for a few moments, ensuring that he was, indeed finished before the front she had been putting up for as long as she could remember spoke for her.
"Not above hitting a girl, hmm? Good. I like to get rough every once in a while." Pausing for a moment to pull up her legs a bit, she crossed them underneath her and rested her hands down into her lap, looking very much like a child waiting for story time. Looking over his face again, now able to take in the details even better from their closer distance, she gave him a sort of sad, soft, genuine smile that only lasted half a moment before it was replaced by a slight smirk. She raised her hand up, waving it in the air dismissively before resting it back in her lap. "Don't worry. I was fucked up years before Luthor decided to make me his guinea pig. You just happened to be skipping on by when I was looking for my next adventure to fill." She let her eyes settle on his one, her facial expression turning a mite-bit more serious. "One year ago. Christmas Eve." She stated, as though that was all she needed to say to have him understand when and where it was that she had seen him 'skipping on by.'
Old man Wilson slightly lifted himself up from the wheeled chair, spinning it around then placing his hands on top of the headrest. The mention of Christmas Eve took him back, back at that snowy night in which his first scuffle with the new and improved Batman took place. They were both on even grounds in the duration of the battle, which was abandoned halfway as soon as Batman got wind of another one of Joker's overly complicated schemes. At that moment, Slade let out a nostalgic smirk, conscious of the fact that what was considered just another engagement with Gotham's finest was, in fact, a life changing event for a kid who was observing from up the hills.
"Then, you hatched this plan. To get yourself imprisoned into Belle Reeve and extract me out. What went wrong is that your little plan provoked a chain reaction which led to you being branded with an X-shaped bomb in your neck.", Slade resumed the story, relieved that a huge chunk of the puzzle finally came together. Darting his sight at her in a slightly inquisitive manner, he repeated his initial question which had passed unanswered. "You still didn't answer my first question. Why me? Why not The Bat?"
Chuckling a bit to herself, though lacking any amusement behind it, Rose pulled her legs out from under her and one leg after the other, swung it over the top of the chair back until both of her boots were planted on the chair's seat between his hands. Hunching her back over a bit, she wrapped her arms around her knees, holding her chest to them slightly as she thought over the best way to answer his question. She hadn't exactly talked about it before, none of the Teen Titans understood... Dick wouldn't even understand. She was just... different from all of them; never really belonged. She just didn't know why until she happened upon Deathstroke that cold, December night.
"Bats couldn't handle me. Besides, I couldn't rock the green tights." She started, unable to help throwing in a quick jape at Dick before he had become Nightwing, though Deathstroke wouldn't have known that, so she let go with the implied meaning of the boy wonder 'Robin' that Batman helped shape; it was sort of an inside joke with herself, making her feel all the more lonely for half a moment. Lifting her chin up for a moment, looking up at him as he was now standing, her smirky-smile returned. Lifting her hand back up a bit, she tentatively moved her fingers to the collar of his metal suit that was otherwise hidden by the bottom of the mask he wore, tracing the edge and letting her eyes watch her fingers move across the cool metal. "I guess you could say, I just like the way you move. Similar enough already to the way I like to take care of things. Got me in a lot of trouble with people who were supposed to be my friends."
His cold gauntlet, a perfect match to his personality, got a hold of Ravager's hand as she tried to get him in the mood, shoving her small but most lethal hand away like it was capable of transmitting some kind of disease. He was in a dilemma; in one hand, she could be easily manipulated, molded to do his bidding. In the other, she was more than likely to get him in more trouble. He needed to come to a mutual agreement with her so as to avoid the chances of her erratic behavior causing turmoil. Neither of the options truly benefited him, so he decided to find something in the middle.
"Captain Boomerang believes you're my child, and so do the rest.", Slade uttered in a suggestive manner, tapping his mask to his armored chest as he sneaked his solar grenade on the right side pouch, located near his ribs. "We're gonna go along with their assumptions. Whatever your name is, you're a Wilson now, Slade Wilson's child. Don't blow it", the One-Eyed Mercenary finished, ending his statement with a warning. With the rumors that the Deathstroke female look-a-like is actually proven to be his child, she would become the target of numerous attacks with the motive to gain leverage over her 'father', which would provide Slade a strategic advantage and the chance to cherish the surprised looks on their faces when they would discover it was all a ploy.
"Needless to say you gotta put a stop to your flirtatious remarks, at least in public.", the Mercenary continued, holstering his loaded guns in the dual slots running down his waist. Pushing the revolving seat back to the desk, he eventually placed the mask on his face, fully embracing the Deathstroke persona.
Retreating her hand back as he so callously brushed it away, she folded it back around her bent knees over the chair. Her soft pink lips parted slightly as she listened to his proposal, staring back at him with her blue eyes filled with piqued curiosity. She lifted up her legs a bit as, who she know new as Slade Wilson, pulled the chair away and returned it to the desk, having already committed his name to memory. She liked it. It was fitting for him. A hardened name for a hardened man. It made sense, really. Having her as 'his daughter' would be a hell of a lot easier to explain than his 'avid fan he knew nothing about until today.'
"Rose." She said softly, before repeating her name once again, eager to try out her 'new last name.' "Rose Wilson." A slight tingle rolled down her spine at the use of his last name, an overwhelming pulse of both pride and desire filling up her chest and lower abdomen forcing her shoulders to hunch together a bit more, her back bending a little with it. "Yeah, sure, I guess it works. Though I thought I'd be calling you 'daddy' under more... pleasurable circumstances, but this will do for now."
Using her arms, she pushed herself off of the crate, letting her boots hit the floor and standing at her full five feet, two inches forcing her to crane her head up to look at him as he re-adorned his mask, in which she saw in a slightly different light now. Raising her hand, she extended out her pointer finger and jabbed him a bit roughly on his chest plate.
"Alright look, if this is gonna work, we at least have to know some pretty basic shit about one another. Favorite food, favorite color, favorite way to kill a man, favorite sex position..." She stopped and shrugged her shoulders, pulling her hand back. "And I suppose I'll have to work on my American accent a bit, unless my hypothetical mother is Aussie and you can prove you spent a good amount of time in my home country."
"Good point.", Slade said, slightly lifting his head up to the ceiling where a light bulb should have been. Instead, the only source of light in the otherwise small room was a lamp set up in one of the crates which was switched off at that moment. There was also a pocket-sized window in the wall to the villains' left which, besides enabling a good view of the clouds, also dragged some light inside. After a brief moment of staring at the ceiling, his head reverted back at the previous position. He was no ladies man, but he did have a few flings in the past, short lasting, but of enough importance to occupy a place in his crowded mind. He used them as a basis for the fake backstory.
"As you said, your mother is Australian. She raised you during my hiatus and, half-way through got help from your step-father, a nice, timid IT consultant whom you loathed because you're an ungrateful little brat. You inherited your powers and your blonde hair from me, while you got everything else from your mother, who killed herself after seven months of living under anti-depressants.", Slade stated, quickly and without bothering to catch his breath. He was wondering how much truth was there in that fake story. He had already deduced that the girl, Rose, was lacking a proper father figure, otherwise how would one explain her unhealthy infatuation with him. Hints of negligence by her mother could also be seen, although to a lesser effect.
"Did you catch my drift, or do you want me to repeat myself?", he shot a glance at the girl, only then realizing that she'd probably replace the statement's context with some cheesy joke of sexual nature.
Keeping unnaturally quiet for once, Rose pursed her lips as she listened to the fabricated story Slade pulled out of his ass, nodding slightly once he was finished. A slight exhale of relief came from her as she then realized that she wouldn't have to go to great lengths to try to cover up her accent, but his story had her also thinking back to her mother and what had really happened. Her bright blue eyes seemed to lose a little life, but just as quick as it came, it was gone and she gave Slade an arrant smirk.
"I can deal with that, much better than my real-life story anyway." She said truthfully. At least in this story, she had a father-figure of some sort. The origin to her real father was unknown, not even her own mother could tell her who he was, but that life was left behind in Australia when her mother decided it was high-time they move to America for a new and better life. Well, that didn't exactly work out... for either of them. "So long as we don't run into Nightwing or any of the Teen Titans, that story is good to go." She added on after a bit, realizing that Dick was fully aware as to how she came by her powers, which meant the entire tower probably knew by now. That was the only hiccup, however, as not even Dick could prove that Slade wasn't her father. Not without a full-on blood test, which, realistically having been trained by the Bat, wasn't all that far-fetched.
"Teen Titans?", Slade questioned, a sudden increase of interest shown in the change of his tone. That was something he couldn't deduce at first. Her volatile behavior, her unhealthy obsessions with a long list of things that are plain wrong - those were not qualities of a hero/heroine, at least not your conventional heroine, so she couldn't have worked alongside the Teen Titans. Wiping his surprised look off his face, that was covered by his steely mask anyway, he queried once again. "Were you affiliated with them?"
Taking half a step closer to Slade, feeling somewhat more confident in her movements as she had detected the slight change in his voice, she ran her hand over the chest plate where she had jabbed him earlier, watching her hand move across the cool metal before looking back up at him, still holding fast to her smirk.
"Keep me alive during this suicide mission and I'll owe you a story." She replied rather cheekily before raising up to the balls of her feet and planted a soft kiss on the cold metal of where his cheek would be under the mask. Returning back to flat feet, Rose turned her back to him at the same time and picked up her empty tumbler. "But right now, I need a refill." She half-heartedly explained and headed towards the exit, her hips swinging in her naturally alluring way. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at him as the doors hissed back open, she flashed him a white smile, raising her free hand to issue a half-assed salute in mockery before heading outside to the hall. "See ya 'round, daddy!"
Eying her playful motions as she made her way back to the hall, Slade took a few steps towards one of the crates, the one which was positioned adjacent to the lamp. He sat on top of it, grunting as he did, wiping traces of Rose's lips from his mask and then looking at his gauntlet, apathetically. He threw a glance at the motion-censored door from where Rose waltzed by before darting his gaze towards one corner of the room, where his blade and sword were located.
The Mercenary's head had become a dark, crowded place at this point. In addition to the risk of having his head blown off by a stuck-up government pencil neck, he also had to take care of his 'daughter' now. As his eyes lingered at his feet for a minute or two, he lifted himself up, exclaiming almost inaudibly "I'm gonna need to learn some prayers", before adding his melee weapons to his arsenal and making his way out of the dimly lit room.
Presently - Bialya Safehouse
Stepping into the dimly lit room that was to be their safe house for the time being, Rose made a point to keep her tiny frame behind Slade and Reverse Flash, with Catman and Captain Boomerang behind her. If the years of tactical training with Nightwing had taught her anything, it was to not venture into unknown territory out front, and always watch your back. This way, being in the middle as she was, the others in a sense were doing the work for her. Though of the two, she would have rather put her faith in Captain Boomerang than Catman to watch her back. Catman could just be used as cannon fodder for all she cared. Every 'team' needed an expendable pawn. Just as the door closed behind them, and just as Rose was starting to adjust her masked eyes to her surroundings, the door behind them closed and the intercom took over her attention.
"My name is Amanda Waller. And what I've done is brought you all here to do a task for me. You, as a team, are going to assassinate this woman-" As the image of their target came up on the screen that Rose just realized was there, she leaned her head back forward towards Slade so that he could hear her hushed whisper.
"Didn't she already give us her name?"
"-Who goes by the name of Queen Bee. Her real name isn't known, but we do know that she has superhuman lieutenants she keeps on her. Your job is to capture or kill these lieutenants, shut down her nuclear weaponry, and assassinate Queen Bee. Your first step is to identify those lieutenants at a ball in your civilian Identities, so I suggest you start revealing yourselves to each other."
Folding her arms across her chest, Rose couldn't help the slight snort at the mention of the woman's alias.
"And they think I'm full of myself." She muttered to no one in particular. At the prospect of needing to start revealing their identities to one another, Rose couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow, looking around the room and noticing for the first time that their small little group of 'misfits' were not alone. Blue eyes hopping from one new body to the next, she came across all figures that were not at all familiar to her, save for the man who at first she thought was Superman himself and was halfway to pulling out her katanas when upon further investigation appeared only to be a look-alike. Strange. Looking down at her own outfit, and then the matching plated armor of the one-eyed merc in front of her, she shrugged her narrow shoulders and relaxed her hand back to her side. Okay, maybe not that strange.
Slade withdrawing a weapon had her thoughts snapping immediately back to the present, her blue eyes looking the Superman-man over, as though trying to size him up. Her soft pink lips parted slightly, watching the weapon being literally melted in Slade's hands and couldn't help the protective half-step forward closer to Slade but Superman-man already had Slade lifting off the ground. Blue eyes narrowing something fierce under her mask, feeling helpless as all she could do was watch the banter between the two men. Just as it seemed that Slade had taken over the situation, using a glowing grenade as assurance, the juiced-up Superman sent Slade flying back into the wall. Before she even knew what she was doing, her reflexes took over. Both hands shot back and withdrew her katanas, holding her body in a defensive position with the blades wielded in front of her. Even in the dim lighting the edge's caught the reflection, a clear indication that what she was holding was no ordinary metal.
Before she could do anything she would later regret, however, Slade was talking again, and giving up their names after one of the men she didn't at all recognize spoke up, offering their own names as well. Names that didn't mean anything to her aside from Clark Kent, who, everyone in the Titans Tower knew as one of the bigger names in Metropolis. So did that make this guy a clone? Or furthermore, did that make the real Clark Kent the real Superman?
There was a quick movement, and before Rose even realized what was going on, the man who had introduced himself as Thomas Wayne Junior was up in the air and on Slade. She barely had time to react before the man's face came into contact with Slade's mask, which he at least had time to place back over his face before contact. A flood of adrenaline spiked through her blood stream, her eyes glossing over for half a second seeing Captain Boomerang, more or less, deescalating the situation. Coming out of her trance, her body physically relaxed, her swords dropping just a bit as she watched Captain Boomerang step forward, repeating just what it was that she had seen not even seconds ago. But at least knowing that he would catch the attention of other gave her a few seconds head-start.
Quietly, Rose slipped over to the man dressed as an Owl, hearing Slade's spare gun clicking as the safety had been removed. Coming up behind Thomas, she stood to her full height and made an 'X' with the twin blades, pressing them lightly against the man's neck over his suit listening to the metal of the twin katanas 'sing' at their close proximity to one another. Pulling away one hand quickly, practically ripping off her mask and tossing it to the floor at Slade's side (no longer seeing a need for it here) she returned the blade to where it was before hand and replied,
"Can I remind everyone what complete crap this is?" She pressed the blades into his suit just a fraction more. "Turn down the testosterone, back the fuck off, and lets all at least pretend to be normal ants under the magnifying glass here." | Name: Clark Kent/Kal-Il
Alias: Ultraman
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235 pounds (107kg.)
Inmate Number: A.R.G.U.S. 0-1
Powers & Abilities:
Kryptonian Physiology: Kal-Il's race evolved to the point were they could gain great power from the radiation of their planet. The radioactive remains of Krypton give an even greater power to Ultraman who can absorb and process that radiation inside his own body to gain an immense array of abilities
Kryptonite Absorption:Ultraman's cellular structure allows him to absorb, store and metabolize Green Kryptonite to fuel all of his abilities. He can do this by inhaling it after crushing it into a gaseous form or absorb the radiation it naturally gives off.
Ultrastrength: Perhaps the strongest of the Alternate versions of Superman, at the height of his Kryptonite enhanced abilities, he is capable of effortlessly lifting objects such as the moon, or larger, but on a typical fight, he's able to punch hard enough to shatter concrete with ease.
FlightUltraman can defy gravity and fly at incredible speeds, usually breaking the sound barrier for what Owlman calls "An adrenaline rush he only gets from flying fast."
Ultraspeed: Ultraman is capable of moving fast, but not much faster than 1000 MPH.
Heat Vision: Ultraman's eyes can emit beams of concentrated heat that are hot enough to vaporize minerals and calcinate human flesh, potentially reaching absolute hot.
Ultrasenses: Ultraman can hear things from miles away and can see through materials with an X-Ray vision.
Near-Invulnerability: Ultraman has hardened skin, and is bulletproof, fireproof, and can survive falls from orbit. He can be thrown through several buildings and shake it off. His archnemesis, Mazahs, has hit him with the Dread Lightning, and though it made him bleed, he shrugged it off, mostly.
Weaknesses:
History:
Born on the planet Krypton-in the alternate Universe labelled Earth-3-at its demise, Kal-Il was born to Jor-Il and Lara-Zor-Il. Thanks to the machinations of his father, Krypton's greatest scientist, Krypton was led to its demise by their version of Doomsday. Unwilling to let go of the idea of revenge against the creature, Jor-Il went on a shooting spree with his wife, and secured an escape pod at the expense of all others, claiming "No-one leaves Krypton alive. THey'll only hinder my son."
As Kal-Il traveled to earth, he was inundated in his father's ideology and moralizing, eschewing all kinds of weakness, and wanting to be the strongest being there is. Eventually, his ideology became more evolved; By becoming the greatest evil his world, he could be not a king, rather a Tyrant, someone who could control just how much evil or just how much power one person wielded. Above all, however, he was searching for something to fight for.
Eventually, he heard of the rise of a crime lord in Gotham, one with skills and a bit of a theatrical style. Flying to Gotham, he came across Owlman, who had already studied up on him. The two had a throwdown, but left allies, if not friends. Eventually, others joined their team, such as Power Ring, Deathstorm, Superwoman, Sea King, and Johnny Quick, with his girlfriend Atomica....
Eventually, their world was ravaged by their doomsday, and in their research to repair all that they had lost, Owlman and Deathstorm came across our world. Transporting here, the events that followed were to be known as Forever Evil. The end of this conflict resulted in a crippled Johnny Quick, a dead power ring, and a traitor superwoman. Mazahs was revealed to be the true father of her child, and thus, in the ensuing battle, Our Lex Luthor was able to kill Mazahs, his Earth 3 counterpart.
Amanda Waller has kept them imprisoned in ARGUS headquarters until now.
Appearance:
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55,510 | 1,519 | 36 | 1,329 | 2,344 | Boston, Just before the conclusion of The Atlantean War
The cold rain smashed against the scorched earth. A man with blond hair dressed in orange Atlantean scale armour stood opposite his brother, similarly outfitted with purple scale armour and black hair. Their iron stares burned into each other, misguided hatred behind one, and sad recognition behind the other.
The one in Orange finally broke the tension. "Orm, stop this madness!" he called out to the one in Purple above the roar of the storms that battered the surroundings. "The Surface was not responsible for the attack on Atlantis! Will you not listen to reason?" There is a moment of silence before Orm shouted back "Look at you, Orin! Or should I call you Arthur now? You parade around with a false name, playing the hero for a world that refuses to acknowledge you, their words have become as poisonous as their actions, they have turned you against your own people! Your own brother! You might as well change that name to Traitor!" At that moment Orm raised his royal trident and called down the lightning upon his brother. The bolt struck him at the speed of light, sending him flying into a flooded ruin. Recovering easily from the strike, Arthur threw his own trident, propelling it towards Orm, who then swatted it away like a fly.
Abandoning his weapon, Arthur engaged Orm in hand-to-hand combat. Orm simply laughed "I'll amuse your desperate gamble, brother, but only out of honour." he declared, doing the same and dropped his own weapon before making his way towards Arthur. Each blow that was traded between them boomed like thunder, shattering whatever glass remained in the buildings around them as the Sons of Atlantis did battle.
Bialya Safe house, Now
The door opened, and Orm Marius gazed up as, one by one, the other members of Beta Team trickled in. First through the door was a colourful man who moved at neck break speed, an unnerving, albeit interesting creature. After him was a soldier with one eye, which was followed by his similarly adorned heir. Behind them was a man clothed in an odd garb, brandishing even odder curved weapons. Finally, the last person to come in was a man, who for some reason that could only be attributed to some form of psychosis, was bedizened with a feline-based outfit.
As soon as the group passed through into the room, the door extemporaneously shut and locked itself, and the sound of a voice spontaneously boomed across the room "My name is Amanda Waller. And what I've done is brought you all here to do a task for me. You, as a team, are going to assassinate this woman-" a screen flickered on to show their target "-Who goes by the name of Queen Bee. Her real name isn't known, but we do know that she has superhuman lieutenants she keeps on her. Your job is to capture or kill these lieutenants, shut down her nuclear weaponry, and assassinate Queen Bee. Your first step is to identify those lieutenants at a ball in your civilian Identities, so I suggest you start revealing yourselves to each other." Amanda Waller. That insufferable Dugong of a woman thought it was wise to send an Atlantean on a mission to a hostile desert nation?
With their briefing over, the screen switched itself off. Orm turned to face Alpha Team, the other half of Task Force X. On their roster was what looked like two members of the Justice League; 'Batman', and 'Superman', only with slight differences to their uniforms, along with what looked like a flaming red and black Skeleton, a green Cyborg, what appeared to be an actual android fiddling away with some machine, and a young man wearing a sleeveless parka and strange eye wear. Orm had yet to introduce himself to either team. The one who looked like Superman flared up his heat vision in what appeared to be an empty threat to the one eyed Soldier and asked "Who are you, and who is your team?"
Suddenly the Soldier pulled a gun on the faux-Superman, starting a stand-off that felt like it lasted for hours. Orm's eyes widened in surprise as 'Superman' melted the weapon with a single glance. Without warning he then picked up the Soldier with one hand like a child picks up a toy. "Do you know who I am?" he asked, as his eyes flared up again. Looking away from the altercation for a moment, Orm spotted the Batman analogue pulling back his cowl with composure to reveal black hair and blue eyes like his own, before fixing his gaze back to the quarrel.
Orm admired how the Soldier remained tranquil despite his situation. "I don't know who you are, but I've met your good counterpart, Superman, and I gotta say I learned his weakness in an instant." he said as calm as his posture, before reaching for what appeared to be a grenade. Before anyone could react the grenade went off, but rather than exploding, it radiated a bright yellow light. The Soldier continued, "I call this a solar grenade. Turns out you and the Man of Steel look the same, but are genetically different. Drop me down and then we'll do the introduction." The Superman counterpart turned his face away from it and threw the Soldier across the room. The force of the attack was enough to produce a loud crack as Orm heard a few ribs go. The Soldier's heir withdrew her weapons, obviously preparing herself for an attack.
The Superman counterpart turned back to the Soldier and mentioned what Orm assumed to be his own name "Clark Kent." In response the Soldier slowly detached his one-eyed mask to show that he was older than he appeared. That fascinated Orm enough to make him smirk. "Slade Wilson." the Soldier replied. The Batman analogue finally said something "Thomas Wayne, Junior. Deathstorm opposite me is Professor Martin Stein, and Grid is just Grid." Referring to himself, the flaming skeleton, android. "The others we don't know, but the rest of our team remains imprisoned. I'm sure you all remember the events dubbed 'Forever Evil'?" Slade Wilson made a remark about countermeasures and turned to what Orm assumed correctly was his heir "Ravager here is Rose Wilson, my", Slade paused for a moment, clearly uncomfortable about what he was about to say "daughter. As for the rest, they can account for themselves."
Out of nowhere Wayne threw a projectile at Slade Wilson and vaulted at him. Wilson then fired a single bullet, somehow hitting the thrown object and causing it to hit the ground. Immediately after he placed his mask back on, he held his weaponry at Wayne "You know, the name Thomas Wayne is of great sentimental value to me. You best not dirty it", Wilson divulged. Orm decided that this scuffle had gone on too long and was about to interfere when the man with curved crudely obstructed before he could. "What the bloody'ell are you fuckers doing?" he exclaimed. "Th' names Captain Boomerang. Though I guess y' can call m' Digger Harkness." Harkness continued before showing everyone a feeble smile, he whimpered again. "er... please don't hit me." The Atlantean thought his dialect as bawdy and crass. While Harkness was distracting the rest of the group, Orm noticed the younger Wilson creeping behind Wayne and crossed her dual weapons over his neck and spoke "Can I remind everyone what complete crap this is?" Excellent, more crudeness. "Turn down the testosterone, back the fuck off, and lets all at least pretend to be normal ants under the magnifying glass here." Deciding that this needed to end if the team was to survive, at last Orm finally spoke, though not with his mouth, but rather through his Telepathy, connecting everyone in the room with an organic brain to a 'telepathic web'. "Repose yourselves, surface dwellers. I am Orm Marius, Master of Oceans, Son of Atalan, and Pariah of Atlantis! Look at us, we are not even in combat and you barbarians are already fighting among yourselves. Do you actually believe we will accomplish this mission with you tearing at each other like hungry sharks?" | Accepted
Real Name: Orm Marius
Code name: Ocean Master
Prison Inmate #: 19968
History: Orm Marius grew up in the fabled undersea city of Atlantis as the second born son of Queen Atlanna and her husband, King Atalan. Although his brother, Orin was firstborn and thus would be the next in line to the throne, he left Atlantis at a very early age for the surface world. As a result of this, Orm was destined to be the King. However, Atlantis was currently under threat of an anti-royalist terrorist group known as The Black Mantas. Led by the notorious criminal, Nuidis Vulko, The Black Mantas used terror tactics such as bombings, kidnappings and murder to cleave a bloody path throughout the kingdom.
While the King and Queen of Atlantis were on a diplomatic mission to the Outer Poseidonis colony, they were ambushed by the The Black Mantas, killing Atalan and utterly destroying their royal convoy. During the attack Atlanna was knocked unconscious and swept away. Since the Black Mantas were unable to find her 'body' they abandoned their attempted assassination and she was reported missing.
With the King dead, the Queen missing, and his half-brother galavanting across the surface world, Orm was forced to step up as King Orm I, Master of Oceans and King of Atlantis.
A week after Orm's coronation, Vulko attacked and commandeered a United States military submarine to fire upon Atlantis using stolen missiles, framing the surface for the death of Two Hundred and Twenty Atlanteans. In the aftermath of the atrocity, Orm met the other members of the Atlantean council. They argued over declaring war on the surface world on the grounds of the damage during the attack. The onslaught on Atlantis led the citizens to demand for war, causing King Orm to decide that they need to reveal themselves after centuries of being hidden.
Believing he was protecting Atlantis, Orm started amassing an army to invade the surface world, using The Trident of Storms and the Atlantean crown that was given to him during his coronation, Orm began battering the Eastern Coast of America with powerful storms and tidal waves. With a war between land and sea commencing, Orm's half-brother Orin, now calling himself Arthur, along with the rest of the Justice League intervened.
Viewing the intervention of the Justice League as an escalation of war, Orm began flooding the coastal cities and commanded his armies to march into Gotham, Metropolis, and Boston to establish a foothold in the war. While the rest of the League split into groups to help the relief efforts of the other cities, Arthur faced off with Orm in Boston.
Arthur attempted to reason with Orm, claiming that the attack on Atlantis was not the US' doing. Orm refused to listen, dismissing his words as lies, accusing Arthur of being brainwashed by the surface-dwellers. As their brawl continued, Orm revealed that he held Arthur responsible for the death of his father, and their mother, professing that he wasn't there to help shoulder the responsibility of the Crown. This antagonised Arthur, who then declared that the life of a leader was a lonely one and that is why he never wanted the Throne of Atlantis, he then destroyed the Atlantean Crown with a single punch, stopping the floods from destroying the East Coast. Arthur then realised what the responsibility of leadership had done to Orm and demanded him to yield the throne to himself so he could command the army to leave the surface. Prince Orm stopped the war with three words; "I yield...brother".
With Orm defeated and the tidal waves stopped, King Arthur ordered the Atlanteans to withdraw from Gotham, Metropolis, and Boston, declaring the war to be over. Before they left for Atlantis, the army asked what was to be done with Orm, rather than let him go back with them, Arthur proclaimed he would stay on the surface and stated that he was under arrest. Orm protested, claiming that was Arthur was doing was cruel and that condemning him to the surface was on par with executing him. Arthur told him that he was truly sorry, but sent him to Belle Reve for his supposed war crimes.
Powers/Abilities:
Because Atlanteans have to adapt to living at varying pressure levels, their bodies are physically much heartier than the average human being, granting them:
Superhuman Durability
Superhuman Stamina
Superhuman Strength
In addition, Atlanteans have developed low-level telepathy which they can use to broadcast and receive thoughts between one another. This is an Atlantean's primary means of communication. Some Atlanteans, such as Aquaman, have higher degrees of telepathy and can use it to communicate with other forms of sea life. This, however, is a rare instance and not a trait common to most Atlanteans.
Atlanteans are also natural swimmers.
After Orm was crowned King of Atlantis, he was given a trident that gives him power over storms and tempests, and in doing so, gives him electrical manipulation. Was a part of a matching set.
While he was the King of Atlantis, Orm had a crown that doubled as a war helm and allowed him to control the oceans to the effect of hydrokinesis. This crown was destroyed by Aquaman at the end of his misguided attempt to attack the surface world. |
55,511 | 1,519 | 37 | 2,436 | 984 | Catman was glad that they were no longer in that god offal prison and would see some more action. Even before they were informed of their journey to Bialya, he knew where they were going thanks to his great sense of direction and tracking skills. He didn't talk much with his teammates, he hoped that Deathstroke wouldn't be the team leader or the Reverse Flash, both of them were assholes in his opinion. The Flash ripoff was more of douchebag than the one eyed mercenary, but the words that Deathstroke had with Thomas made him dislike him a lot.
As for Captain Boomerang and Ravager, he was still on the fence about whether he tolerate them more than the two ego heads. He had to admit that Boomer was pretty funny at times, but his personality could get on his nerves. Rose he was still unsure of what to thing about her, she seemed to have some possible obsession with Deathstroke. It didn't bother him, he use to have a thing with Catwoman but she started chasing after the Bat and Thomas didn't look back.
When they finally got a safe house, Amanda Waller was introducing them to the legendary Crime Syndicate of America. Catman had heard of them, they were from another universe and were the evil counterparts to the Justice League. Thomas took an interest in Owlman and wondered if he was more of a formidable force than Batman. He then watched as Deathstroke got into an altercation with the evil counterparts, typical, he jumped the gun. While Capt prepared himself for a fight, Thomas just stood perfectly stood, showing no fear or wariness. When people began to do introductions
"My name is Thomas Blake, but you are all to call me Catman" he told them. He then noticed Orm's entrance and Thomas was surprised to see an atlantean joining their team, he thought that they were put in an aquarium.
"So is it true that you all talk to fish and that's the only thing you atlanteans can do?" he asked curious to know if what the media thought about Aquaman was true of his people. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,512 | 1,519 | 38 | 1,329 | 2,344 | So is it true that you all talk to fish and that's the only thing you Atlanteans can do? muttered the man dressed as a meager cat.
Orm looked at him, disconnecting himself from the telepathic web. "Oh, my dear gaudy feline, is it true all you do is get your pathetic posterior beaten by the Batman and lick your own reproductive organs? Or did they snip you when you were captured?" Orm made cutting scissor motions with his fingers. "No matter, if we're done here throwing paroxysms of infantile insults like pueriles, I suggest we start formulating a plan of action for this supposed assassination. Do we have a field commander for this mission?" | Accepted
Real Name: Orm Marius
Code name: Ocean Master
Prison Inmate #: 19968
History: Orm Marius grew up in the fabled undersea city of Atlantis as the second born son of Queen Atlanna and her husband, King Atalan. Although his brother, Orin was firstborn and thus would be the next in line to the throne, he left Atlantis at a very early age for the surface world. As a result of this, Orm was destined to be the King. However, Atlantis was currently under threat of an anti-royalist terrorist group known as The Black Mantas. Led by the notorious criminal, Nuidis Vulko, The Black Mantas used terror tactics such as bombings, kidnappings and murder to cleave a bloody path throughout the kingdom.
While the King and Queen of Atlantis were on a diplomatic mission to the Outer Poseidonis colony, they were ambushed by the The Black Mantas, killing Atalan and utterly destroying their royal convoy. During the attack Atlanna was knocked unconscious and swept away. Since the Black Mantas were unable to find her 'body' they abandoned their attempted assassination and she was reported missing.
With the King dead, the Queen missing, and his half-brother galavanting across the surface world, Orm was forced to step up as King Orm I, Master of Oceans and King of Atlantis.
A week after Orm's coronation, Vulko attacked and commandeered a United States military submarine to fire upon Atlantis using stolen missiles, framing the surface for the death of Two Hundred and Twenty Atlanteans. In the aftermath of the atrocity, Orm met the other members of the Atlantean council. They argued over declaring war on the surface world on the grounds of the damage during the attack. The onslaught on Atlantis led the citizens to demand for war, causing King Orm to decide that they need to reveal themselves after centuries of being hidden.
Believing he was protecting Atlantis, Orm started amassing an army to invade the surface world, using The Trident of Storms and the Atlantean crown that was given to him during his coronation, Orm began battering the Eastern Coast of America with powerful storms and tidal waves. With a war between land and sea commencing, Orm's half-brother Orin, now calling himself Arthur, along with the rest of the Justice League intervened.
Viewing the intervention of the Justice League as an escalation of war, Orm began flooding the coastal cities and commanded his armies to march into Gotham, Metropolis, and Boston to establish a foothold in the war. While the rest of the League split into groups to help the relief efforts of the other cities, Arthur faced off with Orm in Boston.
Arthur attempted to reason with Orm, claiming that the attack on Atlantis was not the US' doing. Orm refused to listen, dismissing his words as lies, accusing Arthur of being brainwashed by the surface-dwellers. As their brawl continued, Orm revealed that he held Arthur responsible for the death of his father, and their mother, professing that he wasn't there to help shoulder the responsibility of the Crown. This antagonised Arthur, who then declared that the life of a leader was a lonely one and that is why he never wanted the Throne of Atlantis, he then destroyed the Atlantean Crown with a single punch, stopping the floods from destroying the East Coast. Arthur then realised what the responsibility of leadership had done to Orm and demanded him to yield the throne to himself so he could command the army to leave the surface. Prince Orm stopped the war with three words; "I yield...brother".
With Orm defeated and the tidal waves stopped, King Arthur ordered the Atlanteans to withdraw from Gotham, Metropolis, and Boston, declaring the war to be over. Before they left for Atlantis, the army asked what was to be done with Orm, rather than let him go back with them, Arthur proclaimed he would stay on the surface and stated that he was under arrest. Orm protested, claiming that was Arthur was doing was cruel and that condemning him to the surface was on par with executing him. Arthur told him that he was truly sorry, but sent him to Belle Reve for his supposed war crimes.
Powers/Abilities:
Because Atlanteans have to adapt to living at varying pressure levels, their bodies are physically much heartier than the average human being, granting them:
Superhuman Durability
Superhuman Stamina
Superhuman Strength
In addition, Atlanteans have developed low-level telepathy which they can use to broadcast and receive thoughts between one another. This is an Atlantean's primary means of communication. Some Atlanteans, such as Aquaman, have higher degrees of telepathy and can use it to communicate with other forms of sea life. This, however, is a rare instance and not a trait common to most Atlanteans.
Atlanteans are also natural swimmers.
After Orm was crowned King of Atlantis, he was given a trident that gives him power over storms and tempests, and in doing so, gives him electrical manipulation. Was a part of a matching set.
While he was the King of Atlantis, Orm had a crown that doubled as a war helm and allowed him to control the oceans to the effect of hydrokinesis. This crown was destroyed by Aquaman at the end of his misguided attempt to attack the surface world. |
55,513 | 1,519 | 39 | 1,602 | 2,499 | My name is Thomas Wayne, Junior. And this world is not my own. But I'm making it one, forging it into my new world, making Gotham my new home. But first, in order to get home, I must comply with Amanda Waller. Even on my world, she was hated, and yet there, she was little more than a hindrance with her corporate sponsored Superheroes, manageable, in a sense. Here, she wields power, controlling this world's A.R.G.U.S. It's interesting how far she's willing to go to achieve her own ends, and how little she seems to care about the means; This world's Waller could have gone far back on my world.
But that was then, and this is now. Now, I've got a gun pointed at my groin, and a teenager who thinks she can sneak up on me, her swords poised at the throat of my suit. "Guns don't scare me, so much as they do annoy me." I say, calm. Slipping a finger between her swords, I slowly push them away and stand up with my hands palm out. "And your stealth needs some work, kid. Walk more on the ball of your feet, less on the heel." Sliding away, I sidle over to the shadows, and replace my cowl. Captain Boomerang is next to speak up, clearly terrified of Ultraman. I can't think of a man besides myself that isn't. Digger Harkness; his name isn't a surprise, after the files Grid pulled on everyone working in the superhuman community. True, Harkness doesn't fit into the normal category of superhuman; but then again, I don't either. Catman speaks up as well, a walking example of what not to do with confidence. Judging by the height and frame, I'd gauge him as 6'2"-6'4". Then the atlantean comes in and tries to make an ass of us all. Orm doesn't realize that we all have different motivations, all have different ways of operating. He's naive, from what I'm hearing, but his taking the piss out of Catman is....amusing. | Accepted
Real Name: Leonard Snart
Code name: Captain Cold
Prison Inmate #: 742
Appearance:
History: Leonard Snart was born to a rather poor family on the outskirts of Central City. His father was an abusive drunkard who lost his role in the police force due to police brutality and rampant racism. He constantly beat Leonard, his sister and their mother. In fact, the only good role model in Leonards life at that point was his grandfather who often whisked Leonard and his sister away from the abusive household to take them on his delivery route. The mere journey was a blessing to Leonard, he hated his father and vowed to make something better of his life than he did.
His school life wasn't great either. He done well in classes, but in a school in which physical attributes were praised more than intelligence was he didn't really fit in. He began to become more physically active later on in his school life, but most of the time he spent his time studying. It was on his leaving year that his grandfather died. He left home soon after.
Leonard began to hitchhike across country. Getting onto freight trains whenever he could and finding what little work that needed done within the cities he arrived in. He barely made enough money to survive. That was until he met a group of people that would later be referred to as the 'Rogues'. They were headed by some self proclaimed leader called 'Knife'. He called himself that because he was too stupid to think of a gimmick and just went with the fact that he had bought a kitchen knife. As much of an idiot as Knife was, he still took Leonard under his wing and taught him all the things he needed to know about leading a small group of people. And by people, Knife meant idiots. Leonard did like the other members, but they weren't the smartest guys to say the least. The only one he really liked was a guy who went by 'Mirror Master' at least that had some gimmick to it.
On one heist, the group had to use a set of flare guns in order to signal their getaway chopper. Cold had expected that Knife and the other idiots would attempt to use the guns as a weapon and conjured up a plan with Mirror Master. Leonard made special glasses to protect their eyes from the flares under the guise that they were creating a new subtitle for themselves. Mirror's part in the plan came later. As the heist drew to an end and the chopper began to approach the cops just happened to show up. Knife shot his flare and Mirror Master redirected it back at him using his mirrors. Leonard finished the last part of the plan and essentially booted the idiots off of the roof, sending them spiraling to their doom. Mirror Master made the comment that Leonards actions were "Cold", quite ironic really considering Leonards future.
Before Leonard and Mirror Master began to reform the Rogues they done a few heists as partners to gain enough money to begin laundering and whatnot. It was around this time that Leonard gained the name 'Captain Cold'. Both he and Mirror Master were captured by the Flash and were turned over to the cops. In his time in jail, Leonard studied kinetic energy and thermal motion, realizing that absolute zero temperature would stop even the Flash. With the help of a few other prisoners, Leonard and Mirror Master broke out of prison and set about Leonards new plan of crafting a weapon to harness absolute zero in order to get his revenge. They stole blueprints and a machine that would enable the absolute zero effect. Leonard began to make the weapon when disaster struck. Upon firing the weapon it malfunctioned and essentially caused a freak accident in which Leonard gained the power of absolute zero along with other cold related powers rather than the gun just harnessing this. Leonard began to go under the pseudonym 'Captain Cold' after this event.
Cold began piecing together the new team of 'Rogues' with himself as the de facto leader. Weather Master, Captain Boomerang and the rest joined soon after. He finally had some intelligent company. With the new leader came new rules. The main being that killing was not to be done unless you were in a life or death situation or if you were getting revenge. The first person to break this rule was Boomerang. Boomerang had been in the Rogues for years and he was a more than adequate team member. It was to Colds anger that he found out Boomerang had killed an innocent security guard and expected Leonard to come to his aid. He refused in a bout of rage and left Boomerang to his fate. He felt great regret for this in the weeks to come and accepted that what Boomerang had done was an accident.
Shortly after the event with Boomerang, Cold retired for a short while. Within the short time period that Cold had left, Pied Piper managed to mistake reverse flash for the flash himself and started a fight with him. Deafening himself and crippling Trickster 1. Cold returned to sort the group out and promptly kicked Piper out whilst giving Trickster a portion of money as a sort of leaving gift. They were ambushed on their next heist, Piper had ratted them out and got them thrown into the maximum security prison known as Belle Reve.
Blast Power
Force Field
Gadgets
Ice Control
Intellect
Leadership
Marksmanship
Power Item
Stamina
Stealth
Tracking
Unarmed Combat
Weapon Master |
55,514 | 1,519 | 40 | 2,760 | 10 | John's fist collided with the torso of the Man of Steel. The hero grunted before countering with his own fist. Unfortunately John's metallic body was not as strong as a Kryptonian's. The punch created a dent in John's armour. Then another fist collided with John's shoulder. And another, and another. John's metallic exo-skeleton was heavily damaged, even torn in some places. But that didn't matter to John. He was Metallo, a cyborg pawn of Brainiac. No thoughts occurred in John's consciousness that weren't spawned by Brainiac's programming. But in John's subconscious his mind remained, screaming out against being a soldier in Brainiac's war with Superman. He was tired of being someone else's soldier. Even his time in the army had led to nothing but pain and the eventual loss of the majority of his body.
Now Superman was destroying his new body. John lashed out with a swing of his right fist only for Superman to sever both arms with his heat vision. John backed away; his only defence now was his Kryptonite heart. He activated the opening procedure for his torso where the rock was stored only to be teleported back to Brainiac's ship.
“Metallo, you are to report to deck three for repairs,” commanded Brainiac.
John's body complied but his subconscious fumed, waiting for the day he could be free of Brainiac's control.
~*~
The memory ended as John awoke strapped to a slab with only his head activated.. Initially he was disoriented but other memories flooded back to him. His continued servitude to the alien. Lex Luthor freeing him, only to disown him in front of the authorities. His imprisonment in a military facility, being shut off once they admitted him. And now he was on a plane. John looked around and discerned that he was on a plane of some sort.
He turned to see an armed guard across from him who said, “Good you're awake.”
“Who are you? Where are we going? Why is the rest of me shut off?” questioned John.
“Slow down Metallo, give me a chance to answer. I'm Agent Strauss with A.R.G.U.S. We're on our way to Bialya where you are to rendezvous with your new team. And you're shut off until while a program is working to prevent you from shutting off the compliance bomb located in what's left of your head.” stated the guard.
John took it all in quickly. So it seems the government had use for him again. Some pleasant memories of his time in the army returned, but so did the pain and time as Brainiac's slave. Either way it was going to be interesting.
~*~
John's body reactivated shortly before landing, meaning the program had taken effect and he couldn't remove the bomb. Agent Strauss let him off three miles from the rendezvous point which apparently was some rickety safe house. While on route John looked over some body modifications done by A.R.G.U.S. Mainly his exo-skeleton was now a denser metal meaning more protection but slower speeds. The only other notable thing was that he could generate a layer of synthetic skin to pass off as just a really big human. John assumed this would be relevant to whatever the government was having him do.
When John made it to the safe house six people were already inside. The first one he saw looked like Superman. Anger swelled in John but a second later realized it wasn't Superman. He knew Superman well and this was not him. The others were a not-Batman, a flaming skeleton, one guy in a parka and another with a trident, and finally a fellow mechanoid. As they didn't say anything to John when he entered he decided not to say anything either.
John was checking over his upgrades again when another group entered the safe house. There was a speedster, two matching assassins, and one guy with boomerangs and another dressed as a cat. What the hell kind of team was this. Then the display screen came to life and a voice told them their mission. So the US was getting involved in another backwater dictatorship. As John was processing this the not-Superman demanded to know who everyone was.
John was about to speak up when a fight broke out between the assassin and not-Superman. It ended with them revealing there names. He didn't recognize any of the names. The following mention of an event known as Forever Evil was lost on John. He must off been shut off when it happened. Sure enough another fight broke out, this time with the not-Batman. The man with the boomerangs, Digger Harkness he introduced himself as, interrupted the brawl as did the female assassin.
John was getting tired of this bullshit. His time in the army was in stark contrast to the crap and lack of command that this group was pulling. So it was no surprise when more crap came from the so-called Catman and the guy he called Atlantean, who John did not hear his telepathic message as there isn't enough left of his biological brain.
After the Captain introduced himself John finally decided to speak, “I'm former US Armed Forces Sergeant John Corben, but the media has branded me Metallo. I don't care what you call me I just want this over with.” | Accepted
Real Name: Waylon Jones
Code name: Killer Croc
Prison Inmate #: 97
Appearance:
Due to a rare genetic disease croc has grown to far beyond the normal size and exhibits reptillian features like claws,scales and slitted pupils.
History: As a child Waylon was mocked by his peers and equals. After a local bully called him croc, he reacted in anger and broke the childs neck. after that incident he served 3 years in a penitentiary. After a breakout Waylon was forced on the run and was picked up by a circus who asked him to perform an act in return for not handing him over to the police. Soon he had made quite a name for himself as the killer croc. But soon he was forced back on the run after , in a heated argument with a acrobat, he went into a rage and slaughtered everyone in the circus. When he got over the rage he was filled with remorse and decided he had no choice but to leave a travelling life and live in Gotham city. after a couple of years living a simple life he was forced by the falcon family to serve as muscle for some of their heists. His work was soon noticed by Carmine Falcone who offered him a job as his personal bodyguard. Afterwards he came face to face with the batman who had come to interrogate Falcone for drug trafficking. After a brief battle he was incapacitated and brought to Belle Reve for rehabilitation. While there he nurtured a hatred for the Batman that has lasted to this day.
Powers/Abilities:
Claws: Killer Croc's fingers are sharpened and white like bones. He uses them to cut open doors or crush skulls.
Fangs: Killer Croc's teeth are large yet still human. He can bite down through bone, metal and wood.
Superhuman Durability: Bullets fling off Killer Croc's skin and an alligator breaks it's fangs on his scales.
Superhuman Speed: Killer Croc has an incredible amount of speed for such a large creature. He moves so fast in the sewers that he can come up on prey unnoticed.
Superhuman Strength: Killer Croc's primary strength is his own strength. He has slammed his way through an armed group of Gotham's SWAT and carved his way through its underbelly to create a home within the sewers.
Leadership: Killer Croc knows what it's like to be downtrodden and hurt. He used this knowledge and his home in the sewers to house and control homeless youth and the like. He now runs his own personal kingdom.
Bilingualism: Killer Croc enjoys French literature, and appears to be fluent in the language.
Wrestling: Killer Croc's fighting style is wrestling. He learned to wrestle in his early adulthood while trying to survive in a circus. |
55,515 | 1,519 | 41 | 1,645 | 768 | Before Digger could even get a handshake from either Clark "Ultraman" Kent or Thomas "Owlman" Wayne, he found Ravager running around him, only to jump up towards the evil caped crusader himself, her twin blades against the back of his neck. She had some serious balls, Digger had to give her that! After all, the man had decided to try and take on Deathstroke and had nearly done so! Digger expected another huge session of ass kicking; the owl vs the one eyed loonies. That was something he'd pay to see! However no such thing happened, with Owlman casually pushing away the swords with his finger, before advising Ravager as to how she could improve next time.
Well that settled things for Captain Boomerang. He now knew that the guy was a showoff. That, and a tremendous dick.
Turning away from the commotion, Boomerang was surprised to find a short sharp pain in his head. It felt very similar to how he often found himself waking up after a heavy night of drinking, so basically how he had felt hours ago when the plain had prepared to land. Unlike his usually hangovers however, this time it was accompanied by a voice. Former king of Atlantis? Oh hell no, now things were just going to get weirder, something that is quite difficult to do if you're in the supervillainery business. Digger was about to speak up and call the pretentious twat out when the walking feline spoke up asking if all Atlanteans could do was talk to fish. Dumbfounded at the question, Digger indicated his forehead in regards to the telepathy that had just taken place, muttering numerous cat related insults under his breath.
"I'm the artist formerly known as, Captain Cold, but you can all call me Leonard, Leonard Snart."
The all so familiar voice made Digger turn his head. Anger filled his head once more as he crossed the room and headed towards his former leader, stopping in front of him. He stood there in silence for a few seconds pondering on what to say to the man who had betrayed him all those months ago. Finally he opened his mouth to speak.
"I've gotta' be honest Lenny. I've being thinking about this ere' moment for quite some time, mate. However just seeing you here in the same boat as me is all the revenge I need you walking Popsicle! As when you end up messing up or goin' off on one of your loner tantrums, I'll be there to watch Waller blast yer' feckin' head off!" He finished with a laugh. He turned to walk away before stopping. "Actually mate..." He began, a grin crossing his face. "One last thing!" The Australian flung round, his fist rocketing toward Captain Cold's face. | APPROVED
Real Name:
George "Digger" Harkness
Code name:
Captain Boomerang
Prison Inmate #:
#609
Date Of Birth
15th February, 1977
Appearance:
Standing at 5'9, Digger has a mass of messy red hair on his head, with the sides of his face covered by scruffy facial hair. He is often seen sporting a dark blue trenchcoat, with a utility belt slung over his shoulder and across his chest containing various boomerangs. He also carries around a satchel containing the rest of his arsenal, as well as generally being a secure place to store loot received from his heists.
History:
George "Digger" Harkness began his days in Kurrumburra, Australia with his parents Ian and Betty Harkness. From an early age it was obvious that Ian hated the boy. He shouted at him, swore at him and when he was drunk, beat him. This all became apparent later when Digger discovered that Ian wasn't his real father, with a man named Mr Wiggins actually being his father instead! This Mr Wiggins had visited the boy often when he was little, before moving away to America. Before leaving, the man gave George an old wooden boomerang that had belonged to him as a child. Ian hated it, caused George to love it even more in order to spite him. The boy played with it everyday, smashing bottles in the garden. He quickly mastered the "weapon", with him being able to hit nearly anything with it, moving or standing. His life took a darker turn however when a very drunk Ian caught him practicing one autumn evening. Ian interrupted the boy mid-throw with a drunken slur, causing him to miss its return, with the piece of wood hitting Ian instead. The man flew into a fit of rage, attacking the now 16 year old George. Fighting back, George overpowered him, with him ending the struggling by beating Ian to death with his boomerang.
It was then that George fled his home, stealing Ian's truck and whatever money he had lying around, as well as a box full of valuables that Ian had hidden under his bed. It was from the notes in this box that George, now going by Digger, discovered the true identity of his father and decided to travel to America to find him. More particularly, Central City. He spent a few weeks performing petty crimes such as robbing convenient stores before leaving the country in order to raise some quick case for himself, a task he continued to do after arriving in central city. America however was different than Australia. Here criminals ran around in tights, battling it out with so-called Superheroes. Digger decided he may as well do the same, with his trusty old boomerang giving him inspiration. Tracking down his real Father, Digger revealed himself to Mr Wiggins as his son, who took him under his wing. Mr Wiggins was CEO of a major Toy Corporation, so as a gift to Digger, he gave him a job in any department he wished. Instead Digger requested the design of a new toy. Something classic for the kids. A boomerang. Wiggins agreed and entrusted Digger to oversee the project. This was all part of his plan however, as Digger hijacked the project, editing the designs in order to build himself an arsenal of trick boomerangs. After a few weeks, Captain Boomerang was born, using his creations to break into Wiggins's vault. He nearly got away with a couple million before he was apprehended by Central City's own hero, The Flash.
After breaking out, Digger fell in with the Rogues of Central City along the side of Captain Cold, Mirror Master and the like. Throughout the years of service with the team, through numerous heists, prison sentences and breakouts, Digger always felt second best compared to the others. Deciding to change that after discovering that after deciding to break into Star Labs in order to plunder some new technology for the Rogues, hoping that doing so would gain him respect. Without anyone else's knowledge he broke in and all was going well. That was until he was spotted by a lone security guard. In his panic, Digger killed him, which resulted in the arrival of the police, and worse still, The Flash. Managing to fend them off for some time, Harkness called in Cap' Cold, requesting backup of his own. His leader scoffed, informing him that it was his own fault as he had broken the Rogue's one rule; No killing.
Captain Boomerang was quickly apprehended and sent to Belle Reve, where he was met with a mysterious woman named Amanda Waller.
Powers/Abilities:
While Harkness has no real superhuman abilities, he is skilled in the area of creating and using complicated boomerangs of his own designs as weapons. Examples of his arsenal includes:
Explosive Boomerang: Detonates on contact, damage to all in one area.
Razor Boomerang: A boomerang capable of cutting through bone and flesh when thrown correctly.
Both of these designs are collapsible for easy concealment. |
55,516 | 1,519 | 42 | 1,419 | 3,728 | Silence.
Truly silence was the most wonderful sound of all. Perfect and absolute, in true form itès smooth, even and unfaltering. However there was no silence to be found in the room now. Slowly pacing in the shadows around the safehouse, Onomatopoeia had watched his team mates interact with each other. How interesting their petty squabbles must seem to them, but they were of no relevance to Onomatopoeia. Amanda Waller was just as bad as the Bat and the Arrow. Making up for her lack of physical power, hiding behind her tools and government mask. Perhaps when this was all over, Onomatopoeia could expand his collection with Waller's own face. Pacing silently, concealed within the shadows, he examined each of his teammates one by one. Ultraman, Deathstorm, Metallo and Ocean Master were or no interest to him, powered individuals deserved the right to dress how they wished and enforce whatever misguided moral compasses they had. But the others, oh how desirable their masks were for his collection.
While the Bat may be free to walk around, perhaps the Cat and the Owl would make suitable substitutes for the time being. The Cat would be easy to take out, no where near as skilled as the bat, one false move, one slice across the throat and that cowl would be his. The Owl on the other hand was the Bat's equal in every way, if not his superior. But did the lack of restraint truly make him superior, or was it that Bat who actually held the upper hand resisting the urge to kill every time his face broke the Joker's haunting grin. Either way, the Owl would be far harder but his cowl would look all the better on display. Walking past the matching set of Deathstroke and Ravager, Onomatopoeia just wanted to reach out and take both their masks without making a sound. A bullet each should do the trick, all the better if he do it would harming their beautiful facades. Take their masks, take their faces, their true identities, leaving behind only a dead hollow shell.
Lastly there was the Captains. Though Boomerang sadly had no true mask to speak of, the grungy blue beanie would have to do. Perhaps Onomatopoeia could keep it in a drawer, then again he could always take the man's whole head when this was all over. The only question left was whether the ridiculous eyepiece or the parka counted as Cold's mask. Both were an equal identifier, perhaps he ought to simply collect both then. After all winter would come eventually and Onomatopoeia could use something to stay warm with. Stepping out of the shadows just as Captain Boomerang swung, Onomatopoeia spoke only a single word, perfectly imitated that sound of a closed fist slapping against a loose hanging cheek.
"Thwap." | Name: Thomas Wayne, Junior
Alias: Owlman
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 210
Appearance:
Abilities:
Intimidation:It is widely known that Owlman has the ability to instill fear in others, even the people that know him best are intimidated by him.
Interrogation & Torture: Owlman is a master interrogator, using either his terrifying reputation, law enforcement interrogation methods, or outright torture to get information.
Master Hand to Hand Combatant: Thomas has spent years training all over the world from the greatest combatants his world had to offer. As such, he is an extremely capable fighter, and is on par with Batman, widely considered to be the best martial artist of his world.
Peak Human Conditioning: Through intense training, specialized diet, and biofeedback treatments, Owlman represents the pinnacle of human physical prowess. His strength is such that he routinely bench presses 1000 lbs, and his reflexes are such that he can dodge point blank gunfire and even catch one of Green Arrow's arrows.
Weaponry:Through his martial arts training, he has become an expert on all melee weapons. Wayne has displayed exceptional sword fighting capability and proficiency with knives, sticks and various other weapons, but prefers unarmed combat.
Stealth: A master at stealth, he is capable of breaching high security facilities without being detected.
Marksmanship: Wayne is an expert marksman skilled. He is skilled with throwing projectile weapons, archery and firearms.
Genius Level Intellect: Thomas is known on his earth as the World's greatest criminal,and indeed, he backs it up. He is fluent in several languages, has total recall, and is on par with Batman in terms of detective skills.
History: Thomas Wayne, Jr was born on Earth 3 to Doctor Thomas Wayne, Senior and his wife, Martha. Thomas Sr. was a doctor, and a corrupt one at that. He regularly took bribes, and often killed patients for the fun of it. Martha was a high class call girl, who regularly took johns home and serviced them while she made her husband watch. Thomas Jr. was the first to be born, and he was also the family favorite. Martha tried desperately to hide her whoring quiet from her baby boy, and Thomas Sr. worked to make sure that his son only saw him as a philanthropist and buisnessman, and not the drug addicted, corrupt doctor that he was.
After a while, though, the novelty of the firstborn wore off, and when Thomas was 3, Bruce was born. Bruce became the new darling of the family, and Thomas was shuffled off to the side. Alfred, the family butler, from London, took pity on Thomas, but as he learned of the boy's intellect, and cunning, the pity swiftly changed into lifelong servitude. When Thomas was 11, and Bruce was eight, the Wayne family was bleeding money like a sieve. Thomas Sr. was throwing away thousands of dollars at lawyers trying to avoid malpractice suits, and Martha was paying bribes to the GCPD to make sure that she didn't have a criminal record. At the same time, Wayne Enterprises was on the verge of declaring bankruptcy thanks to the bad publicity from Thomas Sr. Young Thomas Jr., however, had a plan. He had decided to kill his family.
So, putting this plan into motion, he acquired a gun from Alfred. That Sunday, as the Waynes were walking out of the theater, having just watched Zorro, Thomas turned on his family, and fatally shot Martha as she squabbled with her husband over their failing finances. Her pearls crashed to the ground, and with another loud bang, Thomas Wayne, Senior joined his wife. Bruce, horrified over his brother's actions, wrestled his brother to the ground, trying to fight for control of the gun, when he himself was shot, this time by Alfred. As Thomas,Jr.sat there, his mother's pearls dipped in her blood, his father's glasses broken on the ground, his baby brother dead, he cried. It was the first, and last time he would shed tears in his lifetime. An owl hooted down at him, and he would later recall that it seemed as if its hooting shrieked of questioning, asking who are you?
Grief and remorse were the two emotions most prevalent in the young Thomas Wayne, Junior. He was sunken and slightly withdrawn, but no less the boy genius he had been prior to the death of his family. He wondered what had driven him to this point, and he knew, to an extent, that it wasn't money; Sure, money had been the motivating factor then, but in the now, it gave him no comfort. It was crime, he reasoned, evil, even, that drove him to do what he had done. So then, he thought, if crime is what drove me to kill my father, mother and brother, then crime is what I must control. Setting about with new purpose, he fired all of his tutors and began to teach himself on an accelerated rate, finishing high school by the time he was 14. By the time he was 18, he graduated college with honors, in multiple degrees, including criminal science.
At 18, Thomas left Gotham and began to travel the world, learning from the best in martial arts, marksmanship, parkour, the art of deception, stealth, murder, and so much more. He traveled from England to France to Japan, literally all over the globe learning the skills that would serve him well in later life. When he was 27, he returned home to Gotham, where the press hailed him as the Prodigal son. Thomas quickly set about restoring Wayne Enterprises, now calling itself Gotham Solutions, to its former name and glory. He quickly became the richest man in Gotham, if he wasn't already.
At the same time, the multibillionaire was also setting about forging the hold on Gotham that he would later be extremely feared for. Yet, frustratingly, he was unable to do so as a normal, everyday criminal. The GCPD was so lax, and the criminals were so overconfident, that there was nothing to fear of a normal, everyday man. One night in particular was exceptionally brutal, and he crawled back to his manor, bleeding on his brother's favorite chair in the study, contemplating, when an owl smacked across the window, wings spread. It hit him. Criminals are a cowardly, and superstitious lot. Give them something to fear, and they'll respond accordingly.
Thus, that night, Owlman was born, and Thomas quickly started using his vast wealth to set up the cave beneath his home as his base of operations, fashioning his owlsuit from a kevlar-titanium mix. He turned the cave into a veritable underground bunker, fashioning his weapons by himself. A year later, Owlman made his debut, decimating 10 of then-Mob boss Carmine Falcone's best men, claiming Falcone's days were numbered and that Gotham was his.
The first year for Owlman saw him waging a war on Falcone's operations for control of Crime Alley, nightly killing Falcone's men, and disrupting the organized crime operations Falcone had. Alfred disapproved of Thomas' activities as Owlman, but nonetheless, he continued, eventually decimating all but Falcone's estate. Alberto,Falcone's son, went insane thanks to the sheer pressure Carmine was placing on him, and the stress vented as bullets into Carmine's head. For robbing Owlman of the chance to kill the Roman himself, Owlman sliced open Alberto's throat and left the owlrang in Alberto's throat. With the death of Carmine "The Roman" Falcone, the city's organized crime splintered. Half of the city was divvied up between the other four families, and Carmine's former territory-Crime Alley, The Bowery-Was now Owlman's.
Year two saw the advent of the costumed freaks that would come to be known by Alfred as Owlman's "Rogue's Gallery." The first of them was The Joker. A psychopathic madman and anarchist seeking to free Gotham from all forms of control, starting with the GCPD. Killing honest cops like Rupert Thorne, and Arnold Flass, Joker sent the city into a state of panic; which only worsened as riots started,lootings, and the GCPD-corrupt, and veering on the edge of inept-was overwhelmed. The Commisioner, Gillian B. Loeb, declared a state of emergency, and the Government sealed off the city. Owlman, displeased with the fact that not only was the Joker violating the entire balance of power that he had been working to make, had been working to control, stepped in to make sure that the crime that plagued his city, was back under his control. Blackmailing Loeb into submission, he turned the GCPD into his own personal army, temporarily. The GCPD worked-a rarity in the years to come-to make sure that the street crime was dropping down to a manageable level, while Owlman called out the Joker directly. He and the psychopath battled viciously, before the Joker escaped to Arkham on a rigged trial.
The next two and a half years saw Owlman fighting more of his rogues, strengthening his chokehold on Gotham; by the end of this term there was nothing he did not have a hand in, no one he couldn't intimidate, kill or bribe. He found allies in Ultraman, and the rest of the Crime Syndicate. Working with the Team, he took on way bigger threats than he would have by himself. Yet, this was not to last. One moment, he was finally killing the Joker, after five years of fighting, and the next, his city was burning. He couldn't save it, couldn't salvage his home, anything of his operations. All he had left was his suit, and whatever was in his utility belt, and billions in burnt cash. Ultraman filled him in on what had happened; how their entire world was shattered, obliterated into nothing but barely livable ash. But they had a plan; a plan that would give them a new home, a new world.
And so, with that, the events of Forever Evil were launched, but even as they happened, the ever cautious, and tactician Thomas began to plan for a future where they lost, amassing wealth and operations similar to those that he had back on his world, even from prison. Already he had plans to renovate a former military bunker near Gotham into his new Owlcave. |
55,517 | 1,519 | 43 | 2,436 | 984 | Catman watched as couple more members joined their team and he wondered how they would all work together. His mind went back to before he became a costumed criminal and wandering the continent of Africa. He had felt so at peace then and now he was stuck with a team and having to go on mission for a woman who he suspected was crazier than most of them. Well his situation wasn't going to get any better so he would have to keep up with the rest and prove that he could carry his weight on a mission. He's been the butt of so many jokes and now he was going to try and do what Aquaman has done which is prove everyone wrong and their jokes false.
"Waller, what kind of enemies do we expect encounter on this assassination mission?" Thomas asked her hoping that she would be able to hear him unless they had limited conversation time with their prison master. His incredible sense of smell allowed him to distinguish each of the members of the squad, he wouldn't need to see them to tell who they were. On an assassination mission his tracking skills would be useful and he wondered how the others would do on this mission.
When he saw Captain Cold join the team he started to wonder if the team's name would changed to Rogues if any more of Flash's villains joined. He still wasn't sure about the crime syndicate, but he was curious to find out more about Owlman, if he was an evil version of Batman then he would be possibly a lot more dangerous. And it looked like they had some muscle on their team now that Ultraman was a part of it. | Real Name: Thomas Reese Blake
Code name: Catman
Prison Inmate #: 666
Appearance:
Thomas stands at about six feet and three inches. he is very muscular and has bright blonde hair. His body is almost rugged as well as ripped which is a sign of many years of getting into intense physical fights with enemies.
History: Thomas Blake was born in Chicago Illinois to an average family. from an early age he always had a love of cats of all sizes and getting a cat as a christmas present was one of the best gifts that had gotten for a long time. one might say that he acted like a cat sometimes and was really good at sneaking and climbing trees and walls. he also had a knack for getting into trouble such as stealing treats and minor trinkets. It was minor offenses but when he got caught, the owner of something he had stolen beat him up very badly and he had to go to the hospital. this experience made him feel more vulnerable and he started to train himself in martial arts to make himself feel safe and he started fighting at school and violently beating students that pissed him off.
Eventually he was expelled and was given counseling. He decided that he would need to wait until he was an adult to let the beast out and then he wouldn't have any ties that would hold him down. Eventually his eighteenth birthday came and he went on a lone trip to the savannas of Africa where the great wildcats roamed free. he felt more at peace among the great open grasslands of the mysterious continent. But all this peace ended not too long after his arrival when he saw poachers slaughter an entire pride of lions just for their fur and he was filled with a terrible rage and mercilessly attacked and killed the poachers. from then on he was changed and he returned to the states and became a costumed criminal.
his first hunting ground was Gotham city and he had regular violent encounters with Batman and the other vigilantes of the dark city. His skills made him very dangerous and racked up a profit in stealing great amounts of money and became very infamous for his vandalism when he became a mercenary for hire. Eventually he was taken down by a team effort of Batman and his bat family included a couple other vigilantes. He was sent to Belle Reve prison and was expected to spend most of life in the institution. But soon he was approached by Amanda Waller and became a member of the Suicide Squad.
Powers/Abilities: Catman is an Olympic-level athlete and skilled hand-to-hand combatant, able to hold his own against some of the most proficient beings and fighters in the DC universe, including Bronze Tiger, Batman, and an actual lion. He is also one of the world's foremost hunters and trackers, possessing an extraordinary sense of smell. He wears razor-tipped gauntlets and uses a sharp-edged Catarang, modeled after Batman's Batarang, and a utility belt similar to Batman's.
this link should give an idea of what he can do |
55,518 | 1,520 | 0 | 1,011 | 1,386 | Two Months Before Reality Convergence
Location: ????
Time: 3:00 AM
Two men one taller than the other stood talking to one another in a large cylindrical space, above them a large glass cylinder twinkled with light. The walls were covered with paintings a Rembrandt here, a de Matteis there spaced out evenly by the mass array of book shelves that stretched upwards towards the ceiling. The two men were dressed like simple business men in suits and could of been going to any place of business to conduct an important meeting if not for the time. The taller man was towering in height and thin as a twig almost as if he had no fat or muscle to really speak of and he stood slightly hunched over. His face was composed of what seemed to be entirely of sharp lines almost vulpine in appearance was small glaring eyes a dark brown in cover. Though this meek appearance was thrown off by a closer examination of his hands what where calloused and thick with long fingernails sharpened almost like claws, kind that only came through years of physical labor or maybe throttling necks.
His companion only came to about the middle of the taller fellow much more squat and compact. His black suit unlike his companions was wrinkled and seemed to fit him all too well anymore meant for a smaller man. He was not necessarily a fat men per say but his did have a strong mass to him, his arms threatened to rip through the sleeves with the bulging muscle and he had little to no neck to speak of just one large square brutish chin. He had a full beard that came down to his sternum and strong large eyes that took up a majority of his face with an almost pit bull like head structure. Unlike his companion he was wearing gloves of white, meticulously cleaned to not show a speck of dirt at all. The way he moved and was speaking to his companion suggested that he may be the subordinate in the pair but they seemed to be more likely to be partners. An unlikely pair the two as it were, the fox and the wolf.
"So I believe you have heard Mister Wulf." The tall man asked his short companion as he sipped at a glass of red liquid in his right hand, the liquid coming up against his mouth and staining it blood red in color. They way the tall man asked suggested an air of excitement and of anticipation about it.
"Of course I've heard Mister Fox. It's all the big news in the world of the Magi. A reality convergence in Jizakai City they say the city will be alight with fire and blood. A fun time don't you think." Mister Wulf replied licking his lips as he smiled reveling exaggerated and large canines that shined with a predatory delight.
"Oh certainly. In an unrelated note what would you think of a Japaneses Vacation Mister Wulf? See the sights, meet the people? I hear Hokkaido is beautiful this time of year." Mister Fox asked quizzically his hands clasped together and moving the large fingers interlocked and flexing showing the strong veins popping through.
"Well we haven't been to Japan since the affair at Honnō-ji have we. Going back would be splendid idea Mister Fox." The small man laughed deeply, a dark laugh that simultaneous filled the room and sucked the life out of it like some sort of leech.
One Month Before Reality Convergence
Location: Vatican, Italy
Time: 11:50 AM
A man dressed in the clerical clothing of a priest and a women dressed in simple garbs walked the grounds of St. Peter's Square in intimate conversation. The man was tall and broad shoulder, bespectacled and of apparent Irish descent. He held himself in a calm and friendly manner as if anyone and everyone could be his friend. He had in his hands several dossiers filled with information that he casually flipped through while he talked to his companion. Each one had a picture of a person and several lines of information most seemingly biological data heights, weights etc but others including Magery proficiency and other more exotic items. His companion was a smaller women with black hair and apparent South American descent she had strong and fierce brown eyes and the way she carried herself suggested that she had some sort of power, an earpiece was fitted into her left ear and she would occasionally stop to listen more clearly to whatever it was saying. As the two moved through the crowd of tourists and religious pilgrims taking pictures and the like they discussed business casually.
"I assume everything is ready for next month?" The man asked as he thumbed through another dossier his hands were clean and the nails seemed to be trimmed with a high level of care to the roundness of the curve to the approximate length.
"Yes Father, all our agents are ready to move and reconnaissance operations have already begun. We just need your approval on who we are going to send." The women explained and what she said was the truth. Preparations have been going on for some time known, church operatives had been sent to get a very solid understanding of the city before things went down. Like most invested in the Convergence hundreds of thousands of dollars were being pumped into these operations to make sure everything went as smoothly as possible.
"Good, good we must not let these heathens seize more power. We must destroy it, at first opportunity for that is the Lord's wish." The man proclaimed sternly as he flipped to the next person and he stopped for a moment at the face. It was a young girl with a pretty face, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. He looked over her profile and hummed to himself. Her magery skills were impressive to say the least. He turned to his associate and showed her the picture. "And who is she my dear?"
"Anemone Shibuya, she is one of Akio Shibuya "children" part of his breeding program as you are well aware. She has Japanese proficiency and her skills are developing quite well so we figured we would throw her in. If you would rather we did'nt we could change it of course...." The women asked curiously, as her companion had not shown any interest in any of the faces that had been displayed to him so far.
"Just keep tabs on her if you may."
"Of course Father. Anything else today?"
"No, no that will be all for now."
Three Weeks Before Reality Convergence
Location: Somewhere in China
College Of Magi, Research Complex E
Time: 4:00 PM
A lone women sat at a large desk in a large room vacant expect for six large pillars that stood in front of her. Each of the pillars was currently glowing with energy and on them where words that said Director and then a Complex with a letter A-G skipping E of course for her own complex. The voices filled the room as they all seemed to be in a great debate with one another. The directors rarely talked to one another each separated by thousands of miles, and each in charge of their own little world without disturbances. It was easier they way, the College was more productive that way. But sometimes they were forced to interact with one another. They were currently in a hot debate over the upcoming Reality Convergence.
We cannot take part it would delay our research!
Of course you would say that. But the energy we could gain from it could help our project.
Yes, Yes the idea of unlimited energy does sound most promising.
Oh you shut up! We all know you are just saying that because you want to sleep with her.
Well I'll say the audacity of you!
Is it truly worth the risk?
The Keepers will most likely destroy it before anyone gets to it anyway.
Because none of us ever try! What if we took the initiative!
Because its damn suicidal that's why!
"Will you all shut up!" The women sitting behind the desk spoke the pillars. The all quieted at the sudden outburst. "In case any of you have forgotten you elected me lead director. And I say we are going for the opportunity it presents well outweighs the risk."
"....If I may speak E." I thick Russian accented voice spoke from pillar B.
"Yes what do you need B." The women asked trying to hide the exhaustion and the oncoming migraine that was fast approaching her.
"Jizakai will be the perfect place to gather more field data for our Project Miracle." The voice asked experimentally but this only raised the other voices in anger throwing words around like unethical, torture, child destruction and other words with much more distasteful meanings.
"Silence! B if you feel Miracle is ready for a field operation on this scale you may proceeded. But we will also be sending ground agents of our own to oversee the operation as well. For while your data is promising we will need more results to make sure anything is conclusive."
"That is all I ask thank you director."
At that the conference call ended as each of the pillars deactivated. The women let out a sigh resting her head against the solid wood of her desk as she used a free hand to activate the display on her computer and started sifting through names looking for agents that they could send.
Two Weeks Before Reality Convergence
Location: Australian Outback
Abbey of The Void, Pacific Wing
Time: 2:00 PM
The magi were outside practicing their destructive imagery upon the open ground. There was hole lines of them moving in firing lanes with an instructor above counting down from five and then they all fired in unison at a clump of targets further down the way. The Pacific Wing of the Abbey of the Void the deeper you want in look more like a military encampment than a research institute as it is so claimed by the officials. Magi of all ages and genders were drilled in combat with magery, channels and standard weaponry all around, forced to ruin through PT training and when they weren't doing that they were studying and learning. Two man from an observation tower watched the proceedings from below. They were both dressed in white robes emblazoned with the emblem of the abbey of similar height and standing they seemed to be close associates, though one seemed significantly older than the other.
"The training is going well it seems." The older one remarked
"Yes, all in preparation for the Convergence, those pitiful weaklings will never expect a show of force this size. The power is as good as ours!" The other retorted confidently with great bravado.
"That is what you said the last time Ezekiel and the time before that. We of the upper order are starting to tire of your failures. We do not need to remind you what happens to failures." The older man replied his voice as sharp as a knife stinting with a vicious poison.
"Of course, the Abbey is for the strong not the meek. I will prove my worth don't you worry Laurent my men will seized the power, we will claim the day and bring this pitiful world one step closer to ruin."
"Hmph time will tell, Ezekiel time will tell."
One Day Before Reality Convergence
Location: Jizakai City
Time: 9:00 AM
"Dear Ms.Yoshiyuki as an envoy of the Guild it is your responsibility to ensure that events go as planned and proceeded accordingly. We understand that your duty as a Keeper comes first but as your employer we hope that both of our interests align accordingly. The quick and expedient end to this Convergence will help promote peace and prosperity needed throughout the Magi world. The closing of this Convergence before any with evil intentions can claim the power behind Heaven's Door. All are enemies here and nothing is sacred...."
Yuko Yoshiyuki let out a tired sigh reaching into her right ear she pulled out the small little transfer device that kept on playing the same recorder message to her on repeat and crushed it in her hand before discarding the small electronic pieces upon the ground. She was dressed as a normal girl of twenty years of age though from the definition in her arms and legs one could make the assumption that she was an athlete of some kind a gymnast maybe or kendōka. She was standing by one of the doors of her trains respective car, they had been moving along for an hour or two now heading up from the south to the northwestern side of Hokkaido prefecture towards Jizakai City. Jizakai was once little more than a farming village and now it was a bustling city mostly with medical technologies being the city's largest source of income. But it was still a sleepy city nothing like Tokyo or even Kyoto where you could still feel the country air among the skyscrapers with no airports you either had to a train or do to its location on the water a boat.
Later the train arrived at Jizakai Terminal and Yuko got off taking her small suitcase with her and stepping off. A smooth feminine voice welcomed the new arrivals and warned those that were leaving to mind the gap. As soon as she stepped out she felt it in the air, the magery you could almost taste it with the oncoming reality convergence Magi from all over were coming either to compete or to join in the festiveness and watch the bloodbath and every person getting off the train next to her had at least a faint sense of magery to them. As she walked out she saw something that caught her eye, a girl maybe twelve years old was holding a large white sign over her head printed on it said the following. Ms.Yoshiyuki Yuko raised an eyebrow but approached none the less. The girl was looking the other way so Yuko impatiently tapped on the sign. The girl turned and gasped stepping back before correcting herself and speaking.
"Oh! You must be her! Your even more pretty than in the picture!" The little girl voiced with the sort of chipper voice that either made your hurt fill with warmth or make you want to strangle her. Though she did seem eager and ready to please so that was something at least.
"Uhhh... thanks, I guess. And you are?" Yuko asked still slightly confused and wondering if this was some sort of trick or something else. Was the girl an assassin? She did'nt look like any assassin that Yuko could imagine.
"Oh pardon me! I'm being so rude. My name is Aoi and I'm from the Magi's Affairs office! I'm supposed to escort you to the Hotel. Its going to serve as the Neutral Zone during the competition so that the likes of you can sleep easy and the spectators can watch the bloodbath without getting hurt!" She explained her chipper voice not going all too well with the images of gore and violence that is cast with the mental idea of bloodbaths.
"Yes... I know how the neutral zone works. So should we get going?" Yuko asked who truthfully at this point was frankly just tired and needed to lay down for a little bit, all the traveling she had done recently was not helping her sleep schedule.
"Alright then follow me!" The girl explained and then ran towards the door leading outside. Yuko sighed and followed suite dragging her suitcase behind her as she moved past the boundary of inside and into the summer heat. She was already regretting taking on this mission. | Character Sheets
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55,519 | 1,520 | 1 | 2,798 | 1,688 | The waters were calm and the ferry cut through the water smoothly towards the Jizakai harbor. Koga stood at the front of the ship to take in the city’s skyline with a quiet sigh. He didn’t feel any agitation or unease, but then again he was still surrounded by rather pristine waters. The sensations carried on the sea breeze were certainly relaxing, so it would be sometime until he could ascertain the city’s effect on him. For the moment he simply closed his eyes and enjoyed the ship’s motion as it sailed over the gentle waters. Being bothered was not a concern for him; between his large stature and odd appearance the other ferry goers naturally gave him his personal space.
It would be a while until the ferry reached the docks, though Koga was well aware of the ship’s approach as his nose picked up on the scents of a modern city. It was intermixed with the scents of the surrounding countryside as to be bearable and he was relieved at that. The smell of the air served as an indicator for how well his inhuman side would be able to tolerate the city, and for the moment it didn’t seem like he’d have any major problems. The occasional visit to the surrounding untouched plains should be enough to settle his blood and spirit. With that done he finally spun about and walked away from the front of the ship to retrieve his belongings as crew members began to bring the ship alongside.
As the passengers were wary of Koga and his actions during the trip hadn’t exactly been “normal”, he had the gangway to himself. Probably a good thing given he lugged a sizable pack with one hand while his travel cloak trailed somewhat behind in the soft wind that rolled off the water. A slight shiver took hold of his body as he felt the concentration of Lacrimas around him, but Koga simply took it in stride and quickly left the dockyards. His cloak was untied, folded, and placed into his pack as he entered the city to reveal unassuming clothes beneath.
The existence of a Neutral Zone wasn’t unknown to Koga as he recalled the piece of information from the days when he still held allegiance. Course, he was fairly confident that the Zone’s rules didn’t apply to such a “specimen” like himself. Even if they did, being in the proximity of so many other Magi would almost certainly end with his condition being revealed, and then paltry rules wouldn’t be able to save him. Still… the gathering of Magi would be a mine of information and allow easy tracking of a good number of those who had been attracted by the Reality Convergence. With that in mind, he didn’t want to completely distance himself from the area then. Now if only he knew where the Neutral Zone for this Convergence even was in the first place… Guess he would just have to keep an eye out for people that stood out and tail them; some Magi didn’t get that fashion senses had changed quite some time ago. | Name: Koga Cao, “Kocao”
Age: Looks to be early twenties.
Gender: Male
Nationality: Somewhere from East Asia probably.
Allegiance: Formerly Magi College, now an independent.
Notable Traits
As if his hair isn’t unusual enough, there are two clumps that seem to resemble ears at the top. The fact that his hair appears to twitch occasionally has to be a trick of the light though…
For his age, he was a rather skilled artisan of Channels. Yet without the tools and workshops of the College coupled with the crippling of his Lacrima Control, Koga’s basically limited to maintenance. An invaluable skill nonetheless given he already has his own pair of Channels.
A Beast hybrid, Koga is no longer fully human. Capable of feats that would injure others if they attempted such things with limited regeneration for those that strain even his inhuman body. These traits are further heightened at the cost of Beast characteristics appearing. In this form he gains the ability to consume Beasts that have been weakened. While the new material is integrated into his body he cannot revert to his human appearance. If in a place untouched by man, Koga is also capable of entering a meditative state where he taps into the world’s leylines. The weakening boundaries are something his inhuman nature can perceive and is naturally attracted to.
Flaws
Curiosity didn’t quite kill the cat, but it did change Koga enough that he’s essentially on the run from most Magi. While not too interested in Magery, he finds Beasts and Reality Convergences fascinating, and said interest has only increased after the change. Even if they’re one of the most dangerous areas for an existence like him, he finds himself compelled to investigate.
Barely passable as a Magi anymore given the state of his Lacrima Control after the changes to his body. They’d probably be ranked at a dead F, but he hasn’t really been able to properly gauge it since the incident.
Becomes more irritable if his surroundings are all artificial and man-made as his Beast nature is agitated. If forced to reside within a modern city for extended periods of time, Koga can actually become enraged and lash out indiscriminately until he’s able to flee to less touched areas.
Channel: Wields a pair of gunblades. Function as machine pistols in their firearm state. Add on Koga’s relatively bad marksmanship and they're mostly used to make opponents duck heads as he closes in the distance.
Inventory: Carries a fairly large pack filled with survival gear and equipment given he lives off the grid for the most part. Also has a bag that holds the supplies and tools required for maintenance of Channels.
History: As a member of the College, Koga was always more of a craftsman than a Magi or scientist. His Lacrima Control was actually below average, so R&D in Magery never came to easily to him. Instead his attention was mostly spent focused towards Channels and the Beasts that Magi fought against. A steady hand and eye for detail allowed him to gain apprenticeship in the Workshops that produced equipment fairly easily and it was there that he spent a good few years to hone his abilities. In what spare time he had during his stay, Koga found an interest in the creatures that crawled into this world from others.
So when a Reality Convergence occurred his inquisitive nature naturally drew him to investigate. While other Magi fought either the Beasts that broke through the weakened boundary or each other for control of the immense power that was present, Koga simply watched and observed from the sidelines. What ultimately drew him closer was the presence of an interesting Beast specimen. It was restless yet never moved more than a set distance from where it had clawed its way into this world. When he finally worked up the courage to approach the Beast proved to be intelligent enough to hold conversation and even seemed amiable in spite of its inhuman nature.
They conversed briefly before the creature expressed its desire to leave and see the world it had broken through to. In order to do so it would need a body to anchor itself to in this world, one that Koga could provide if he chose to. It was an interesting proposition to be sure and eventually he gave into his curiosity and agreed. The skeletal creature wrapped itself around his offered arm and clamped down tightly; bones sinking into his skin as the two began to merge.
It took a while before Koga could actually move again thanks to the crippling pain, but at first there wasn’t any real noticeable change. He could recall that his personality was definitely different prior to the event as well as an influx of memories that hadn’t previously existed, but physically he was no different. Those changes would come gradually and give him enough time to return to the College and deal with business. By the time his hair began to turn white, he would have left the College with all what belongings mattered and cut all ties.
Since then he’s been a reclusive nomad, journeying from one Reality Convergence to the next. Run ins with other Magi are rare occurrences, but not completely unknown to him. As of yet he doesn’t believe his nature as a Hybrid has been discovered, but continues to be cautious and wary when in the presence of others.
Personality: The best word to encapsulate Koga at the moment would be mellow. Each decision is weighed and measured, his previous impulsive nature tempered by the merge. Though his voice is soft, confidence fills each and every word that leaves his lips. This same sort of decisiveness backs each of his actions and thus it can be hard to sway Koga from his chosen path; his isolated nature doesn’t make it any easier to convince him either.
When something does manage to catch his attention, certain traits of his original personality tend to become more prominent. In dealing with Beasts or Channels, he’s certainly more excitable and animated, willing to speak more freely. In battle he’s surprisingly ferocious and displays little restraint in crushing his opponents in a speedy and brutal fashion.
Motivation: Curiosity and interest drive Koga to seek out and interact with the Beasts that appear during a Reality Convergence. Hunger and a need for sustenance requires that he hunt at least some of these otherworldly creatures on occasion. Survival is also a pretty good motivator and there’s plenty of threats towards Koga given his unique situation.
Character Goals: Wishes to learn more about the reasoning and thoughts behind the various Beasts that crawl into this world during Convergences. For those that can’t be interacted with in a meaningful manner and prove to be dangerous, he tries to hunt and assimilate. Likes it when Convergences are left to calm down by themselves and will make an effort to disrupt those who might try to harness the immense latent energy. |
55,520 | 1,520 | 2 | 2,219 | 592 | The car stopped. "We've arrived." The driver casually looked outside the vehicles window, to his right was a big building, a hotel to be more precise, that didn't really look too much out of the ordinary. The passenger in the back seat was doing just the same, maybe even sharing the thoughts of the driver? Like, was such a neutral zone really necessary? And wouldn't it pretty much reveal everyone's hideout whatsoever? Well, ultimately no one would stop the young woman from changing locations at a later point, unless orders said otherwise.
"Ms. Erzfeind?" The driver now asked impatiently, maybe he disliked this place, some fear of getting blown up any second or something? Regardless, Kalten nodded. "Take care." Giving her good byes, she proceeded to get out of the car and get her luggage from the trunk. "You'll hear from us soon!" With those words, the car finally set off, leaving the magician in her casual attire all by herself.
"..." Another glance towards the building spend in thoughts, and Kalten finally set off, moving into the lobby. There, a room was apparently already prepared for her, and all she had to do was receive said keys to finally get into her room without much problems. | Name: Kalten 'Seven' Erzfeind
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Nationality: German
Allegiance: The Magi's College
Notable Traits:
Schwarzes Blut
A crude, but effective way of trying to increase the Lacrima control in one's body by simply adding the tainted blood of another, way more capable mage, onto the hosts body. Majorly dormant in a default state, the highly condensed specially prepared material starts to glow if the mage in question uses extensive amount of magic.
Gravity Magic
Harnessing the power of gravity. Kalten uses this type of magic mainly in a supportive fashion while engaging opponents at close range.
Arcane Magic
Sometimes the most simple approach is the best. Kalten uses this type of magic to simply overpower her opponent or strengthen her defense through vast quantities of raw magical energies.
Flaws:
Schwarzes Blut
Not naturally belonging to Kalten, the effectivity of her increased Lacrima control is vastly reduced in effectivity if used for more complex tasks. Furthermore, overuse of this can have permanent damage on her body.
Voluspa
Much like Schwarzes Blut, Voluspa is not something meant for a weak human body either. The mere link between this Channel and Kalten will slowly drain on her sanity. While headaches and faint whispers in her head are of more common occurrences, numbing the senses, sudden urges, experiences of pain and delusions can happen too.
Linker
A drug produced to partly counter-act the flaws and increase compatibility of Voluspa and Schwarzes Blut. Usually injected directly into the blood-stream every 3 days, the effect of the drug holds roughly for a week. While the drug itself has no harming by-effects if dosed correctly, prolonged use induces a heavy physical dependency.
Channel:
Voluspa
The biological parasitic channel intergrated partly into her left eye and brain. Aside from enhancing her mental and physical capabilities this also makes Lacrimas visible for her, allowing her to see beasts and other magical beings through walls and whatnot. The main function of Voluspa however is the purpose of binding Beast's closer to Kalten's current plane of reality, the longer a Lacrima filled entity is in Voluspa's field of vision the stronger the effect gets, this has ultimately the simple effect of making such beings more easily killable, creating weak-spots and greatly weakening defensive effects including immortality and similiar.
Barrier Drive MT-20
A defensive mass-produced piece of Channel that most often comes in the form of clothing. Can be charged by magical energies to produce an additional protective layer against attacks of all kind. The MT-20 version comes with a reservoir huge enough to make the wearer survive even remarkable attacks. The trade-off for this however is that the recharge mechanism is a bit more complex and takes time and concentration, making it nigh impossible to recharge in battle.
Barrier Drive CM-72
A custom build eyepatch specifically designed to block the view of Voluspa if it isn't needed to further reduce the negative impact generated by it.
False Liberator Eins&Zwei
A pair of very identical swords in their proto-type state. They have the unique property of being capable to be charged with magical energy either for an increase of overall offensive power or to release the charge for violent explosions.
Inventory:
False Liberator Eins&Zwei
Barrier Drive MT-20&CM-72
Linker
Fake ID
Smartphone
Laptop
History:
Science was a wonderful thing, it helped people to step forward and make their everyday life easier, not to mention the amount of lives that could be saved by advancing technological warfare. Nonetheless, there was one huge problem, and that was the concept of human moral. Experimenting on actual subjects other than animals, real humans, that was something many aspiring researchers dreamed to do. And certain people inside the Magi's College were no different. Hidden from the idiotic nagging humans that spoke about the dignity of men and other nonsense, a certain department inside the Magi's College dedicated their entire research towards forming a superior breed of humans to combat the coming dangers: Project Miracle. Orphans of varying ages were just about the perfect and most easily obtainable research material around, and Kalten just happened to be one of those too, her child-hood destined to be a lab-rat since young age.
At early age, Kalten didn't even have a name, and was just simply a number in the midst hundreds. And as days, months or even years passed, the number she was addressed with decreased together with the appearance of the other subjects besides her. Sooner or later, Kalten, amongst others, were titled a success and the first generation of Project Miracle was ready to proceed into the next phase.
The next phase of Project Miracle consisted of strengthening the dependency on the Magi's College like a dog towards their owner while preparing their test subjects for the dangers they were about to face. Mainly including combat training, each one of them were taught a myriad of common skills to survive on their own. After all, they were completely deprived of common sense, social standards, morales and whatnot.
As time passed Kalten was, under supervision, allowed to go outside and complete her first myriad of missions. Mostly but not completely consisting of killing beasts and humans, she also experienced the joy of very simple things like ice cream, watching a movie, visiting the arcade and whatnot. As her rate of success increased, so did the amount of independence, and nowadays, Kalten is mostly living by herself though as a fake freelancer while still completely loyal towards her superiors of Project Miracle.
Personality:
Seven is capable of emulating a myriad of personas and cares about not attracting any unwanted attention. Void of a colorful childhood, a lot of emotions she displays are simply simulated, or so she likes to think. Nonetheless, nobody is perfect, and the Miracle Member is infamous for giving off a mocking smug smile in place of a fake happy one. Enjoying herself should come only in the form of rewards, and Seven goes so far to actually punish herself if it happens to not be the case.
Used to working alone, she can have a hard time cooperating with others if vast differences with her partner(s) exist.
Motivation:
Seven lives to serve. Rather one-dimensional, the young woman was disciplined to do nothing else but please her superiors in any way they might wish for and that is exactly what is driving her.
Character Goals:
Seven's current mission is to assist the Magi's College into seizing the Reality Convergence in Jizakai City.
Apart from that, there is the faint hope of Kalten to (re)discover her true self. |
55,521 | 1,521 | 0 | 1,347 | 749 | Something was wrong, Alex could feel it. Something in his blood tingled, made him nauseous. He stood up and left the tavern to look up at the sky. The barrier was in place, but something, something did add up. He was sensing someone or rather something looking down at him, or rather at them. But it wasn’t demonic, they wouldn’t have found him so soon. No, this was a familiar feeling, like them time Marble City was destroyed… destroyed by him…
His head ached, placing one hand in hope to relieve himself of some of the pain. And if he was looking for him… then he must also be looking for them.
“Bouldy! We’re leaving.” Alex yelled.
Bouldy, who was in the middle of carrying something gave a low, regretful sigh. It seemed that he was enjoying helping and meeting the others. But soon the rocks making his body fell to the floor and the crystal that gave him life flew into Alex’s hand as he mounted his horse and began to head East. | 1. Appearance:
2. Name: Sir Alex Lancelow
3. Bio:
Alex is a former ‘Guardian of the Rift’, a race of ascended humans that were granted the power of Riftology by the Goddess of the Rift. These Guardians were the sworn protectors of the land from ‘The Fallen’ – Gods that grew too greedy and sought to ravage the world in blood and war.
The Guardians acted as demon hunters, puppets that The Fallen used to wreak havoc on the human race. However, while the Guardians were powerful, they had not suspected a traitor among them that led to their downfall and the destruction of their home, Marble City.
Now, Alex walks the lands, seeking both revenge on the man who betrayed him and his people and to bring his vengeance to the Fallen himself.
With the power of Riftology, Alex is able to summon a rift creature, one that is formed with the use of Rift Crystals, a rare crystal that is now near impossible to find since their closure of the Rift Network. |
55,522 | 1,521 | 1 | 2,218 | 861 | The Clock rings five times.
It is evening. As the sun sets early, bringing the darkness and the cruel winter, the men and women lock their doors against the horrors of the night. The peasants huddle around the fireplace for warmth against the cold. They stir their stews, one bowl for each. A warm meal, for a cold night. The nobles sit at their six meter long tables, preparing for a full course dinner. Guards watch the walls.
As the night sets and the long dark comes. Winter has arrived. To the North Frost Isles, they ride their longboats to raid the Central Continent. To the Western Deserts of Lesrek and Dushai, nomadic warlords set their sight eastward. The southern pole stirs, glowing eyes lighting ruins that have been long since forgotten. The sea-leviathans of the south migrate northwards as colder waters begin to set around the globe. Within the Central Continent itself is no safe haven. Black bile secrets from the ground. Creatures of the dark and of sin wander the night. Cities fortify their walls. Villages arm their militias. Travelers set their perimeters. Sometimes the only sound in the night is the occasional scream of death. These are recent events. The people are unused to war. To fighting a foe that commands fear. Where they come from, nobody knows. The world is at unrest. Yet none of this seems to reach The Tavern. The creatures avoid it. Nobody knows.
The Clock rings five times. And sets on The Star. Hope. The Long Dark is usually fraught with dread but this night, the people can sleep soundly. They dream of the summers and springs, wheat fields and flowers. The Sun. The Star. They dream peacefully, yet not all of them would wake.
Ihri spent the last few hours cleaning the kitchen, primarily the spit and the oven. She would need those. Before she went into the kitchen to make dinner for everyone, she told the Warforged that she would do the examination over dinner time. In the meantime, Black would keep him company. Black was not a very talkative person, but he did consider himself strong. Maybe a tad bit weaker than a Warforged... It wasn't long until he put his elbow on the table for tests of strength. Arm wrestling, for a start.
Luckily the kitchen was still stocked with a few things, smoked fish and pork, dried wheat and oats, some candied nuts, and an uncanny amount of alcohols. The lack of ingredient variety meant that she couldn't make much, but gruel was an easy make. After half an hour, the gruel was ready. It wasn't particularly much, certainly not a meal for kings, but it did the job. Bits of smoked fish and pork would make it tastier as well. She grabbed a few bowls and washed them, walking out to the bar with the bowls and the hot gruel, she put them on the table. Along with a plate of the smoked meat.
"Gruel with meat?" The aged bartender asked, "Is that all we have?"
Ihri gave a rather dejected, "Yeah," fearing that she hadn't done a good job.
"Good work. We'll send someone to get supplies from the city in the morning." The Bartender took out an ink pen and a small notebook, writing in a reminder. Ihri smiled, walking back to the table that the Warforged and Black were sitting at. She put a bowl of gruel, topped with some pork on the table and let it sit. Grabbing the magnifying glass, she spoke up to grab their attention.
"Now it's time for your examination." She sat the Warforged down, stepping back a few steps and peered at him with the magnifying glass. After a few minutes, she spoke up, "Whoever made you didn't do a very good job. I should be able to patch you up, but it might take a while... | Name: Ihri Vozal
Gender: Female Human
Intents: Searching for a job, Chef in specific.
Equipment:
-Satchel full of scrolls and books of various subjects
-Magic 'Tool' kit, typically hidden in the satchel somewhere. Used to help ID, make and unmake magics.
-Steel dagger
-Cloth clothes
-Coin Purse
Skills:
-Expert Longsword Skill, Bloßfechten and Harnischfechten, most comfortable with the Oakeshott Type XVIIIb.
-Proficient Dagger Skill.
-Proficient Cook
-Mediocre Cleaner
Magic:
-Magic Bestowed by Another: Master Summoning Magic, two known Summons.
--Black, a defensive Knight, wielding a Shortsword of unknown make, and a shield of unknown make.
--Green, an offensive Knight, wielding a standard Arming-sword, and a Bec-de-corbin Polearm.
-Magic through Study: Basic Magic, overall knowledge.
Appearance: |
55,523 | 1,521 | 2 | 1,057 | 61 | Sabara hovered near one of the tables, looking for something to do. Being what she was meant that physical concerns were nothing to her anymore, but she still needed to do something to stave off boredom. That was why she worked here; that, and the chance to meet new people.
The floors hadn't been swept in a while, she noticed, so that was next on her agenda. She found a broom and essentially dove inside it, causing it to sweep the floor seemingly of it's own accord. She had to admit, it was a power that came in handy rather often, even if it wasn't as flashy as true combat magic. | Name: used to be called Blockhead.
Bio: block head is one of the race known as war forged. A sentient creation made by forging wood metal and stone, and of course magic. A two bit apprentice thought he could make a warforged for profit,which of course meant cutting corners. The apprentice made him with only wood and stone, and due to his poor understanding of magic Blockheads mental capacity Maching that of a naive ypung teen. After his creation he was sold to bandits who abused his underdeveloped mind and built in desire to follow orders forcing him to strong arm travelers, and for entertainment they beat him.
One such night while he was 'working' he noticed a lone wolf pup in the woods barking at squirrels. With the attention span of his young mind (or lack thereof) he blundered after the pup leaving the bandits behind.
The pup lead him to a large hollowed out tree occupied by the pups mother and the rest of her litter as well as an old druid woman. The old druid took him in especially seeing how the pups took to him and began teaching him the art of nature healing. He took to it strikingly well per his design to continually work. Throughout his time with the druid he developed moss on the parts of him covered in wood, and he also developed a strong bond with the wolf pup that lead him to his first friend, naming the pup kitten.
Three years later the bandits attempted to attack the tree but Blockhead had an overactive protective instinct, using his enormous strength he fought off the bandits along side Kitten. Despite his best efforts however his old friend perished in the brawl.
Blockhead along with Kitten eventually left the tree seeking to make new friends and protect them leaving his name and sorrows behind him. |
55,524 | 1,521 | 3 | 2,218 | 861 | Really? Thank you. The Warforged thanked,
Ihri scratched her cheek, "You're welcome, but... Yeah, it will take some time." She admitted once again, "I have to find what kind of 'language' was used, then which 'dialect'. There's all sorts of different kinds of magics for the same things because of cultural differences. The spell for fireball might be completely different than the one for a fireball in another land, but they both produce a fireball. In this case, I can't add my own magic to the one already in you because the two 'languages' will be incompatible and bad things will happen. Although... I'm not sure what those bad things are." She chuckled nervously, scratching her cheek again, "So I have to study what is already in you, figure it all out, and then I can start adding or altering. It's..." She placed her magnifying glass into the box and closed it, the symbol changing again. She opened it, revealing several pieces of parchment and several pens with numerous inkwells of various shape and size. She grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and began to draw it out. First a box, and circles in the box.
"It's like this," She pointed at the circles, "There's lots of empty space between the circles." She drew another box, but this time, squares into the box, "And this is what it should be, no empty space. It stacks and gives a good foundation for growth, the circles would move around and it would be hard to put things on it and expect it to stay." She went back to the box with the circles, and filled in the empty space with four pointed stars, greatly reducing the amount of empty space and locking the circles in place, "But we can do this and fix it." She smiled, "Something like that. It should be something like that." She glanced upwards, finally done with her explanation.
She sat down and started on her dinner, hearing a brushing sound. She looked over and found that a broom was moving itself to sweep the floor. After a brief moment of befuddlement, she spotted the ghost. "You're a ghost!" She exclaimed the obvious, it was relatively easy to miss the apparition, her translucence ensuring that. "Are you... Making the broom move? Are you a magic practitioner?" She questioned, putting the bowl down at the table.
Black put his elbow on the table and rested his forehead on his palm. How she would ask if the ghost was a mage first and not question if the ghost was malevolent or not was beyond him. | Name: Ihri Vozal
Gender: Female Human
Intents: Searching for a job, Chef in specific.
Equipment:
-Satchel full of scrolls and books of various subjects
-Magic 'Tool' kit, typically hidden in the satchel somewhere. Used to help ID, make and unmake magics.
-Steel dagger
-Cloth clothes
-Coin Purse
Skills:
-Expert Longsword Skill, Bloßfechten and Harnischfechten, most comfortable with the Oakeshott Type XVIIIb.
-Proficient Dagger Skill.
-Proficient Cook
-Mediocre Cleaner
Magic:
-Magic Bestowed by Another: Master Summoning Magic, two known Summons.
--Black, a defensive Knight, wielding a Shortsword of unknown make, and a shield of unknown make.
--Green, an offensive Knight, wielding a standard Arming-sword, and a Bec-de-corbin Polearm.
-Magic through Study: Basic Magic, overall knowledge.
Appearance: |
55,525 | 1,521 | 4 | 1,057 | 61 | Sabara popped herself out of the broom, which, no longer commanded by her, simply tipped over and laid down. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Sabara. Yes, I am a ghost, and I was a mage's apprentice in life." The ghost floated over and hovered just off the floor, glancing at Ihri. "But what I want to know is more about you. Who you are, why you came to this place, and how come you know so much about magic yourself." The ghost flicked a stray hair away from her eyes. She may have been incorporeal, but old habits died hard. | Name: used to be called Blockhead.
Bio: block head is one of the race known as war forged. A sentient creation made by forging wood metal and stone, and of course magic. A two bit apprentice thought he could make a warforged for profit,which of course meant cutting corners. The apprentice made him with only wood and stone, and due to his poor understanding of magic Blockheads mental capacity Maching that of a naive ypung teen. After his creation he was sold to bandits who abused his underdeveloped mind and built in desire to follow orders forcing him to strong arm travelers, and for entertainment they beat him.
One such night while he was 'working' he noticed a lone wolf pup in the woods barking at squirrels. With the attention span of his young mind (or lack thereof) he blundered after the pup leaving the bandits behind.
The pup lead him to a large hollowed out tree occupied by the pups mother and the rest of her litter as well as an old druid woman. The old druid took him in especially seeing how the pups took to him and began teaching him the art of nature healing. He took to it strikingly well per his design to continually work. Throughout his time with the druid he developed moss on the parts of him covered in wood, and he also developed a strong bond with the wolf pup that lead him to his first friend, naming the pup kitten.
Three years later the bandits attempted to attack the tree but Blockhead had an overactive protective instinct, using his enormous strength he fought off the bandits along side Kitten. Despite his best efforts however his old friend perished in the brawl.
Blockhead along with Kitten eventually left the tree seeking to make new friends and protect them leaving his name and sorrows behind him. |
55,526 | 1,521 | 5 | 2,318 | 969 | It seemed to take forever and a day and Ember had lost concentration on more than one occasion but she had finally managed to stabilize the water in the basement bathhouse. The glyphs on the bottom of the large bath stopped pulsing and glowing and water was no longer spewing into the air. The pixie was proud of herself and but was also a little drained. She floated down to the ground and sat on the edge of the bath, dangling her feet down towards the water. She was so small that her legs barely reached to the top of the water and she gently kicked at the surface with her toes.
The bath was working again but the place was filthy and as Ember had touched down she kicked up a small cloud of dust. It swirled around for a second or two before it finally reached her nose. The pixie's face scrunched up in a way that made her look far less attractive than she actually was then settled. She repeated this action again and was pleased when she didn't let out a sneeze. She was taken entirely by surprise when a sneeze finally erupted from her mouth and nose, causing her entire body to tense up. She let out a noise so loud it seemed unnatural for someone so tiny to produce.
With the blasted dust finally free of her nose, Ember quietly groaned and said to herself "This place is filthy....And smelly to boot." | Name: Ember
As a pixie, Ember is tiny. No bigger than a mug of ale, she can easily rest on the shoulders of a larger race. She is a good looking little lady but face is marked with red tattoos. Her wings are light and seem delicate but are easily able to lift her into the air. She dresses in simple, light armour of natural colours to blend in with the natural environment where she spends most of her time.
Bio: Like all her people, Ember is insatiably curious and often wanders off to inspect things that peak her interest. But Ember may actually be more inquisitive than a standard pixie. When she was still young, she became fascinated by a band of adventurers who wandered through her woods. She was so curious about them that she didn't even realize that she had followed them for miles until she came to her senses and found that she was lost. The band of adventurers, eventually discovering Ember, took pity on their tiny stalker and invited her to join them on their quest. They would even return her home when their work was done.
The adventurers were true to their word and returned Ember to her people. But Ember had discovered a taste for adventure. For excitement. Life in the woods seemed boring by comparison. So she decided to continue this fun new life and struck out on several adventures, both with her new friends and alone. It was while embarking on one such adventure that she came upon a tavern... |
55,527 | 1,521 | 6 | 2,218 | 861 | A real ghost! Ihri recalled what her Uncle had told her about ghosts. There were many different kinds, some locked in an endless repeat of their final moments, others vengeful for what had happened, some had unfinished business, and many more reasons. Most of the time people who died would unintentionally become ghosts and end up not realizing that they had become ghosts, resulting in some strange occurrences. The ghosts to watch out for were the self-aware ones, like Sabara standing in front of her. They knew of their ability to phase through solid walls, their transparency, some even had the ability to possess inanimate objects. Particularly powerful ones, even living beings. Where fear and caution should be, only curiosity stayed. Ihri as a small child had witnessed her Uncle speak to ghosts before, but she had never seen them. Her Uncle said that they could shroud themselves entirely from people they did not want seeing them, and while they enjoyed little Ihri's company, they thought that their gruesome appearance would frighten her.
Sabara did not look gruesome at all however. Ihri wondered why she became a ghost, an injustice? Unfinished business? An oath perhaps? She was a mage apprentice in life, perhaps this was intentional? The ghost floated closer.
"But what I want to know is more about you. Who you are, why you came to this place, and how come you know so much about magic yourself." She spoke.
The ghost had a point, not many mages had as much knowledge as she did. A grand majority studies under a single master, who studied a single craft in a single language, usually with the local dialect. Those that travel and witness other magics are not always so open minded to leaning the new magics they see as well.
"Ah, well, I um," She blushed lightly. She wasn't very used to this sort of talk, about herself. Most people were uninterested, and the ones she travels with are rather quiet, "I'm Ihri Vozal, I study magic under..." She thought, Uncle Bones had a formal title, what was it? "Tzud'Khozok the Undying Watcher, but I just call him Uncle Bones. He had something to do so he sent me here to find a job. He's spent his whole life studying the magic of the world, he started to teach me when I was small."
The Bartender rose an eyebrow at the mention of the name. He continued to wipe down the bar.
"An old friend said to me, 'a mile long but an inch deep'. I know lots about magic theory, but putting it into practice is harder." She gave a shrugging smile. | Name: Ihri Vozal
Gender: Female Human
Intents: Searching for a job, Chef in specific.
Equipment:
-Satchel full of scrolls and books of various subjects
-Magic 'Tool' kit, typically hidden in the satchel somewhere. Used to help ID, make and unmake magics.
-Steel dagger
-Cloth clothes
-Coin Purse
Skills:
-Expert Longsword Skill, Bloßfechten and Harnischfechten, most comfortable with the Oakeshott Type XVIIIb.
-Proficient Dagger Skill.
-Proficient Cook
-Mediocre Cleaner
Magic:
-Magic Bestowed by Another: Master Summoning Magic, two known Summons.
--Black, a defensive Knight, wielding a Shortsword of unknown make, and a shield of unknown make.
--Green, an offensive Knight, wielding a standard Arming-sword, and a Bec-de-corbin Polearm.
-Magic through Study: Basic Magic, overall knowledge.
Appearance: |
55,528 | 1,521 | 7 | 1,057 | 61 | That is true, there are a lot of ways of doing magic, Sabara commented. "I had an old elf named Tauricus for a master, and his specialty was clay runes. I could show you some of it, if you like." She rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a small clay tablet with a circle and an arrow on it. "Take this one, for example. This particular rune is frezad, which means light. You have to say the rune's name as you carve it, and you have to focus energy into the clay. This essentially stores the spell for later use. When you want to cast it, you just break the tablet and..." As Sabara did so, a ball of warm blue light pulsed into existence, staying there for several seconds before disappearing. "So, what do you think?" | Name: used to be called Blockhead.
Bio: block head is one of the race known as war forged. A sentient creation made by forging wood metal and stone, and of course magic. A two bit apprentice thought he could make a warforged for profit,which of course meant cutting corners. The apprentice made him with only wood and stone, and due to his poor understanding of magic Blockheads mental capacity Maching that of a naive ypung teen. After his creation he was sold to bandits who abused his underdeveloped mind and built in desire to follow orders forcing him to strong arm travelers, and for entertainment they beat him.
One such night while he was 'working' he noticed a lone wolf pup in the woods barking at squirrels. With the attention span of his young mind (or lack thereof) he blundered after the pup leaving the bandits behind.
The pup lead him to a large hollowed out tree occupied by the pups mother and the rest of her litter as well as an old druid woman. The old druid took him in especially seeing how the pups took to him and began teaching him the art of nature healing. He took to it strikingly well per his design to continually work. Throughout his time with the druid he developed moss on the parts of him covered in wood, and he also developed a strong bond with the wolf pup that lead him to his first friend, naming the pup kitten.
Three years later the bandits attempted to attack the tree but Blockhead had an overactive protective instinct, using his enormous strength he fought off the bandits along side Kitten. Despite his best efforts however his old friend perished in the brawl.
Blockhead along with Kitten eventually left the tree seeking to make new friends and protect them leaving his name and sorrows behind him. |
55,529 | 1,521 | 8 | 2,318 | 969 | At the sudden and unexpected noise, Ember yelped and flew into the air before quickly vanishing from sight. There was a silent pause before she reappeared almost as quickly as she had disappeared with her mouth hanging open. With eyes wide and clasped hands slowly raising to her heart, the pixie made a long, slow sound like she was inhaling air until she was suddenly completely silent as she watched the wolf in the doorway.
Then, suddenly, she shot at the creature. She didn't attack though. Before Kitten would even have time to react, Ember had clutched onto his head and was hugging him as tightly as she could. "You're adorable!" she proclaimed in a squeaky tone. She seemed to care very little that this creature was a complete stranger, let alone that it could eat her with very little effort. | Name: Ember
As a pixie, Ember is tiny. No bigger than a mug of ale, she can easily rest on the shoulders of a larger race. She is a good looking little lady but face is marked with red tattoos. Her wings are light and seem delicate but are easily able to lift her into the air. She dresses in simple, light armour of natural colours to blend in with the natural environment where she spends most of her time.
Bio: Like all her people, Ember is insatiably curious and often wanders off to inspect things that peak her interest. But Ember may actually be more inquisitive than a standard pixie. When she was still young, she became fascinated by a band of adventurers who wandered through her woods. She was so curious about them that she didn't even realize that she had followed them for miles until she came to her senses and found that she was lost. The band of adventurers, eventually discovering Ember, took pity on their tiny stalker and invited her to join them on their quest. They would even return her home when their work was done.
The adventurers were true to their word and returned Ember to her people. But Ember had discovered a taste for adventure. For excitement. Life in the woods seemed boring by comparison. So she decided to continue this fun new life and struck out on several adventures, both with her new friends and alone. It was while embarking on one such adventure that she came upon a tavern... |
55,530 | 1,522 | 0 | 694 | 843 | Justice League HQ Washington DC July 4th, 2014 1:39 pm As the holiday had already brought out a massive crowd to the capital city, a large contingent of them had brought them all out to the front of the majestic Justice League headquarters. Today marked a big day for the league as they were opening their doors to some of the world’s top young heroes. For Garth, this was another culmination in what has been successes in his life. From being a young man in Florida unsure of his destiny, to helping bring a revolution to his real home, and becoming prince of the underwater utopia with his newly adopted father Orin also known as Aquaman. Garth had worked alongside his adopted father for years, making sure he also gave his land adopted parents his love and attention as well. Today though was a culmination of everything, to be able to join Aquaman as a proud member of the Justice League. Garth was ecstatic as he stayed around the corner of the front entrance, leaning against the concrete wall as he looked over at Red Arrow and Batgirl. Two fellow young heroes who were also joining the hallowed halls that were good friends he had met over the years. “Ah isn’t this exciting?” Garth asked, the beam in his smile practically radiating off of him. “We finally get our own recognition!” | Real name: Robert "Bobby" DrakeAlias: Ice-ManAge: 15Appearance: Costume: Same as above.Personality: Witty, Caring, HeadstrongBrief bio: Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to William Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection. The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men.Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby. After Bobby turned him down the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman' Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl.Iceman quickly befriended Beast, however, he remained self-conscious regarding the fact that he was the youngest member of the group. Iceman's lighthearted approach to disaster marked him as the comedian of the group, and eased tension among his teammates. Bobby's rudimentary control of his abilities caused his appearance to be snowman-like, rather than the almost transparent ice version of his later years.After it was revealed that Professor Xavier lied to his students, having faked his death, Bobby angrily quit the team. Later, after hearing his former teammates were in trouble, Bobby traveled to the Savage Land where he stumbled into a conflict between Sauron and Magneto. Sauron erased Bobby's memories of the encounter.Bobby has now joined the Young Justice team, hoping to make a difference with others of his age group. He maintains his comedic attitude in the face of danger.Yeah, the Abilities section was pretty long (it was copied from the Wiki page for him. A bit pathetic, I know.) so I put it inside a hider so that it wouldn't take up too much space.
Yeah I personally don't really like seeing people just quote wikipedia like this. Makes it feel like you don't want to put the thought and care into it, really make the character theirs. I'm not going to dismiss it altogether over this though. But if you're going to do it, can you at least clean it up of the annotation links?
Real name: Barbra GordonAlias: BatgirlAge: 16Appearance: Costume: ^Abilities: Personality: genius, naive, determinedBrief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened.
Well of course she's before the spinal cord stuff... Batgirl would be kind of useless in a wheelchair besides being Oracle.
Uh yeah I'll accept her. |
55,531 | 1,522 | 1 | 173 | 25 | It had just been almost a month since his 18th Roy had left the name Speedy behind. Finally he was going to join Ollie, Green Arrow as a member of the Justice League. As an equal at last. “It’s not just going to be the three of us is it?” Red Arrow said. Making sure the mask was on his face properly as he saw the people with cameras. For the first time in weeks he smiled. Since striking out on his own Roy had almost forgotten what it was like. He breathed deeply, looking over at their mentors who were just talking to each other. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,532 | 1,522 | 2 | 1,281 | 615 | Middle of the day, sunlight aplenty, and in plain sight of crowds of tourists and fans. Batgirl didn't like it one bit. As a member of the Bat-Family, she preferred the dismal embrace of the night. She only had comfort when engulfed by shadows and--- "Hey Batgirl, can I get a picture?" a young fan shouted. "Of course!" she jovially replied, striking a cute pose and blowing the fan a kiss. Ok, so she was having fun. But still, she found teams to be rather vexatious. As a member of the Bat-Family, she was a lone wolf. Better not to have any teammates slow her down. Unless it was her bff Supergirl. Or Wondergirl, or Red Arrow, or Aqualad... ok so she wasn't such a lone wolf after all. But people had expectations from someone donning the cowl. She had to maintain the image, she had to be dark, mysterious, and--- "Batgirl, Batgirl over here!" This time she stretched her arms out, extending the her cape out to create the bat silhouette as dozens of cameras snapped pictures. So much for dark and mysterious. "I'm sure more will show up. Well, I hope more will show up. Can't have a party with only three" she said in response to Red Arrow. "You guys think Beast Boy will show up? How about Zatanna? I love her outfit!" In her excitement Batgirl almost went into full fan-girl mode, but quickly recomposed herself into her "cool" Dark Knight mode. | Real name: Barbra Gordon
Alias: Batgirl
Age: 16
Appearance:
Costume: ^
Abilities:
Eidetic Memory: "ability to recall images, sounds or objects in memory with great precision"
Computer Expert: She is adept at hacking into databases and other tech related things
Athletics: Skilled at both gymnastics and self defense
Gadgets: Batarang, grappling hook, etc
Personality: genius, naive, determined
Brief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.
Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened. |
55,533 | 1,522 | 3 | 2,202 | 2,029 | James Buchanan Barnes Bucky Ice Cold Culture Shock This was all too much. From the subway ride to the city lights—it was daytime for God's sake, why the hell was there still so much brightness. Brooklyn wasn't as bad as this. And finally, to the giant crowd of people in front of an equally giant head quarters. Sure, superheroes saved lives and all that, but the amount of publicity they were currently getting was just overkill. It was an obscene amount that made James give an internal cringe. He'd have to try harder today to maintain his stoicism and nonchalant attitude, if only to keep from completely succumbing to the carnal urges raging inside. If there was anything he currently wanted to do the most, it was to slap each and every damn one of those flashing devices out of the hands of every civilian currently gawking at the costumed heroes and heroines about to get initiated into some kind of... team, or something. It was nauseating and not because he was an antisocial, sociopathic bore—Bucky didn't mind people in a moderate amount—it was because there were so many people and so many things happening at once. He really did feel like releasing the contents of his stomach all over the sidewalk. It seemed Steve caught the twisted look on Bucky's features and a large hand caught the kid's attention as he looked up at the Captain. Arching a brow, his eyes fell on the hand then back to Steve's blue eyes in bewilderment. "Are you okay, Bucky? Nervous?" Steve bent down to his height as he spoke, smiling reassuringly at Bucky. Nodding, he shifted his gaze to the side, "I'm fine." "Are you su—" "Yes, Steve," Bucky snapped, "I'm perfectly fine." The Captain paused, looking at his charge for any shift in expression, almost wondering how to respond to such a blatant disregard to his authority. Of course, being dutiful didn't mean being a complete stickler, especially not in regards to an old friend. Steve simply smiled and planted his hand on Bucky's back as he pushed him forward slightly. "Alright," he started, gesturing in a different direction with his head, "I guess you're fine enough to get to know some of your new friends, right?" Inhaling sharply, Bucky looked up in protest, but made no move to stop. He did, however, vocalize his disagreement, "They aren't my... friends." "Not yet, they aren't." "Sure," Bucky mumbled, leaving his Captain to converse with his fellow teammates as he lumbered off to find his own. Planting himself far enough away from what seemed like a trio, Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets and looked off into the distance. He'd work with them for now, but getting chummy with them would take time. People tended to forget that the boy was still acclimating to his surroundings. The initial culture shock had warn off, but that didn't mean Bucky knew what the hell a damn iPhone was for or how to grasp the nature and complexity of just how far technology had come since the 40s. The people were as much alien to him as the current century's society was, so making friends with strangers was kind of a big deal for Bucky and kind of a hard one, at that. So, he made do with seeming like he was just unbelievably cold, almost too good for conversing with his teammates, though that was far from it. Better they think of him that way, than of someone needing to be babied, though. If he wanted to get used to society on his own, then he'd have to figure this out for himself. --- William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan Fangirling All Over the Place Was that Batman? Holy crap. And... and Captain America? Tony Stark?! If only he could just touch one of them, just once— Oh God, Thor and Superman. Was it even possible to have that kind of muscle mass and still be able to wear that tight of spandex? Or was it latex? Or what even was that fabric? God, he wanted to know so badly. He wanted to touch it, to feel it, to.. .to... "Who're you?" Billy's head snapped to the side, having been taken out of his own ruminations and daydreaming by what seemed to be a rather gangly looking adult apparently sizing him up. Arching a brow, he turned toward the man to better respond to him and to peel his attention completely away from the various men in overly tight outfits. Ahem. He opened his mouth to talk, but was immediately cut off by the man's second comment. Comment because it was obvious the question was rhetorical. "And what kind of outfit is that? The hell are you supposed to be? Some weird variation of Thor?" Well, of course he wouldn't have been noticed, not like he tried to stand out anyways—that was furthest from what he wanted to do. But, this kind seemed to be blatantly insulting him. What kind of outfit? He thought it was obvious that it wasn't some cheap knock off or something; the fabric and material was legit and the design was more intricate than most costumes of the same variation, even. And Thor? Really? He looked nothing like the guy. Of course, what was he going to say? It wasn't like anyone had heard of him or anything and he obviously hadn't done much to accomplish anything. In fact, he had no damn idea how he was currently standing where he was, about to become a part of a team of superheroes who were probably leagues more accomplished than he was. Oh, there it was again. It wasn't the man's comment that seemed to get to him, but it certainly looked that way—or maybe it was the man's fault. Billy had turned his sights away from the guy, knitted his brow and was almost frowning as he began fiddling with his own hands. How wonderful. He was beginning to doubt why he was even there in the first place, beginning to worry about things that shouldn't have even been accounted for in preparing for something like this. Billy had gotten asked to join and that was that; there was no ifs, ands, or buts about it. But, here he was, letting a man's comment further slice into any shred of confidence he had in himself and let him plummet and fall into a sea of doubt. Finally, however, Billy came to his senses, gave the man a glare and proceeded to walk to where a small group of what looked to be people around his age forming. It was most likely the people he'd be further working with. Arriving, he could finally put names to faces... or rather, masks and one face. "Batgirl?" Billy asked, tapping the girl's shoulders with a wide grin on his face. It seemed any thoughts prior to seeing one of the famed Dark Knights, aside from Batman himself, had completely vanished in a flurry of fanboy glee. "Oh wow," he could barely breath, "Hi, hi! Billy Kaplan. Uh. Yeah. Hi! Wow. Is that outfit the real deal? Did you make this? Or did Batman? Or was it someone else? If forgot. Just... oh my God. Oh, is that a real utility belt? What's all on it... is that where you keep all those things with bat nomenclature? Can I see a batarang? Or... or..." He was projecting way too hard. He had to tone it down a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. Be the actual Billy Kaplan instead of the overly nerdy, super touchy, apparently, Billy that he was currently being. He'd effectively manhandled Batgirl, of all people, and intruded on her personal space way too hard, especially as a damn stranger. "I'm really sorry," he stepped back a bit, cheeks a deep, deep crimson, "I'm William Kaplan, and I'm a part of the crew, if that wasn't obvious enough—I guess I gave off the maniac vibe a little too hard, there. Sorry, again." This time, he distanced himself from the female and held out his hand for her to shake, giving his best smile to ward off the anxiety creeping at the back of his mind. | Real name:
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Alias:
Bucky
Age:
19
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Marksman
Through the beginnings of World War II, Bucky was trained, like every other soldier, to shoot and shoot well. However, Bucky has a natural affinity toward sharpshooting and can accurately hit targets at long distances and whilst movie. He's exceptionally skilled at sniping, though he still has roughly the same lethality with any other firearm. Need someone shot? Need that person shot without the hassle of going through a ton of armed guards? Bucky's your man.
Martial Arts/Hand-to-Hand Combat
Having spent some time in the army, Bucky's been trained in various CQC tactics and has a moderate knowledge of incapacitating an opponent up close. Though, his time, however short it was, with Steve Rogers certainly gave him more knowledge about melee fighting than most people in his squadron. Bucky, though not a master at it, has the means to incapacitate, disarm, and fend for himself should he need to. As well, the recent year has given him time to both adjust to the present world and better train himself.
Peak Human Conditioning
Though, not evident in his small time as a soldier during WWII, the recent year has given Bucky plenty of time to condition himself to his body's maxim and furthering that with more training with Captain America himself. Bucky has the strength, stamina, and agility of a human being very much close to his peak, though it certainly doesn't match that of Batman or Cap. He can certainly do what an average person can't in terms of athleticism and is on par with many of the other young heroes. Among his talents, though, Bucky is extremely equipped to handle stealth and reconnaissance missions. He excels at slipping past enemy lines and back, retrieving things that should be heavily guarded, and essentially going unnoticed on the battlefield until the time would be right to reveal himself.
Bionic Arm
Installed and built by Stark Industries (with the reluctant acceptance of help from Bruce Wayne), Tony Stark fitted and built Bucky and replacement for the arm he lost during his recovery, having been apparently lost to the collapsing of the building he was found deep under. The arm is retrofitted with an assortment of its own abilities and is tailored and wired into Bucky's nervous system. Tony's recent pride and joy—soon to be shadowed by whatever else he has planned—he personally slapped his logo onto it, though this part is unnecessary to detail out. It caused quite a controversy, in which Bucky was thrown into a mix as their personal trophy case; it's been decided that no logo is to be slapped onto his bionic arm, "especially not a dirty Bat Symbol".
Functions
Bucky's arm can do an assortment of things, though it's obvious it has much more use than his actual body and more capacity to do things. Among the many uses, Bucky's arm is able to lift things beyond the normal human capacity, and can pack a mean punch that can even do a number on Cap himself (though not enough to severely harm him). It's tuned to react and respond at inhuman speeds, is equipped with Stark's signature palm blasts, though a definitely weaker version than that of the Iron Man suit and is electrical based, EMP bursts, a built in grappling hook, a la Batman. It's extremely durable and very resistant to all elements, completely immune to anything electrical based, and can is capable of still being able to move should it detach from Bucky.
Brief bio:
Bucky's early life was... at best, not so great. At its worst, it was like living hell. But, that's not what shaped him into the man he was or could be. Time in the war, in training, in living in a complete distraction from his home life, and what he was to do and made to do was what made him the man he is today.
At a young age, James Barnes aspired to be a soldier, a man of the armed forces. Something his father held great respect for. However, at an early age, he lost both parents and a sister, to some extent, and was thrown into a state of being not ordinary for a young kid, such as himself. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier, but he was still old enough and smart enough to try. Finally, he was admitted to basic training where he met an equally eager young man, a Steve Rogers. A meek individual with little to no capacity for anything athletic, it was obvious the man shouldn't have been where he was then, but there was something in Rogers that many men didn't see and if they did, it drove them to jealousy. His courage, his bravery, and his unwavering loyalty and sense of justice was nothing but admiring to Bucky; that was what he wanted to be and what he was there for.
However, despite Bucky and Steve forming an intense bond during their short time together, Steve was taken away from him and placed in a super soldier program he and everyone else was blind to. To Bucky, he was just shipped off to war to unfortunately die. But valiantly, he'd always reassure himself. During this time, Bucky rushed through the months until war was smacked into his face like the rest of those in boot camp. It was then, at an outpost in Britain, that he met Steve again, but a different Steve, a man who looked like he could ram into an ongoing train and win. He became the man he was inside and, though to Bucky, he'd always be the same meek, do-gooder, and tiny Steve he met not months ago. It was then, though, that he found just what his friend's purpose was, though this was to be kept absolute secret; the costumed Captain America couldn't have been the frail Steve Rogers he was, not now, at least.
They didn't see each other much, but the times they spent together was either in further training or in simply relaxing, retelling stories, laughing and being friends. This was short lived, as well, as Bucky found himself at the end of a Nazi gun barrel during a routine scouting mission. From then, he was assumed K.I.A, despite the Captain's relentless search.
It's why it came as a surprise when James Buchanan Barnes was found over half a century later in critical condition, in a supposedly destroyed Nazi submarine somewhere in the icy Oceans above the UK. Around him was the wreckage of the aquatic vehicle, of which he was found in a cryostasis container, partially destroyed and completely drained of power. The submarine's explosion under the deep sea had subsequently taken its toll on Bucky's body, particularly his arm. A large part of the hull had torn apart the container holding him, crushing and tear off part of his arm, though the ice that he was already encased in and the below freezing level of the water he was in was enough to preserve him for the duration of the 20th century and a whole decade and a half of the next.
Still in critical condition, and having been found by S.H.I.E.L.D, his identity had been wrongfully discovered by returning Steve Rogers. Appalled by the sight, he tore away the S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him in a rage, only to be stopped by an equally outraged Nick Fury. After a lengthy discussion, Nick had rightfully given up the recently thawed, but still unconscious, Bucky to Cap and his team. Before awaking, however, Cap commissioned his long time team mates Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne to help equip Bucky with a prosthetic arm. Both heroes went above and beyond through rigorous competition and Tony did the honor of fastening the bionic arm onto Bucky's unconscious figure.
After waking up in the medical center of the JL HQ, Bucky was immediately put into a manic, nearly catatonic state, feeling the shell shock of war and the forceful introduction into a new timeline, a new culture. Once he was calmed by an understanding Captain America and subdued by Superman, Bucky came to terms with what happened to him. Came to terms, but not really accepted his new fate. He spent the subsequent year adjusting to the new times, dealing with the ongoing mental instability of culture shock, and possibly more, and wasting away his time training about twenty-four/seven. It was obvious Bucky wouldn't fit well into the actual world, especially not as an ordinary individual, so the Captain, seeing an opportunity arising, found it best to place him with other like minded individuals. Well, as like minded as was possible. A group of heroes would understand his qualms, though maybe not in the way he feels them, but definitely in their own way. Everyone has some kind of baggage to deal with.
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I might make Wiccan, but before I do, I just wanna make sure if anyone has any intention of taking on Hulkling? Just wanted to know beforehand. :o |
55,534 | 1,522 | 4 | 173 | 25 | Half an hour earlier. A New York apartment. Kate groaned as her alarm buzzed loudly. She struggling to open her eyes, her eyelids felt very heavy. She felt something jab her in the gut. “Rise and shine sleeping beauty.” Clint said, poking her in ribs with the end of his bow. “You don’t want to be late…” He said. Kate groaned, straining to get her eyes open she looked at the clock. 1:09 PM came into focus. “What day is it today…?” She moaned. “The 4th.” Clint answered emphatically. As Kate’s vision focused, she saw Clint was in his Hawkeye getup. “Of July.” He added. Kate bolted upright. “AW CRAP!” She shouted and leapt out of bed. Clint just put down the fresh mug of coffee down on the counter and walked out. Kate rushed around the room in a panic. Her bed hair made her look like the bride of Frankenstein. She grabbed her Hawkeye costume and pulled it on. “I told you not to stay up too late.” Clint mused outside her door. Kate ignored him as she emerged from her room, strode across to the bathroom and stuck her head under the shower. The water was cold, but Kate just made sure just her hair was wet before turning the tap off and dried it with a towel. “Where’s the nearest Zeta Beam?” She said as she walked into the hall, attacking her long black hair with a brush. “I thought you didn’t like…” Clint said. “I’ll marry whichever one gets us to DC.” She said moving past him. She threw the brush into the bedroom and grabbed a thin purple scrunchie and did her hair into a ponytail. “Well come on!” She shouted. Clint sighed and looked at the mug of coffee on the bedside table. --- Present time. Justice League HQ Washington DC. Roy was taken back; he had never seen Batgirl acting so… giddy as she posed for photos. He felt something heavy drop in his stomach as he looked around. Many of the adults had crowds of people wanting photos and autographs, even Green Arrow. He still had a long why to go it seemed. He turned his attention back to Batgirl, realising too late she had apparently answered him. “Err yeah… sure.” He said. Just nod Harper… He thought. Thankfully some Thor fanboy tapped her on the shoulder. The boy had to be sixteen or something. "Hi, hi! Billy Kaplan. Uh. Yeah. Hi! Wow. Is that outfit the real deal? Did you make this? Or did Batman? Or was it someone else? If forgot. Just... oh my God…” Rambled the boy, who was talking so fast Roy was amazed he could even breathe. Roy thought for a moment, he had heard that name before. Then his jaw dropped. The kid was Wiccan, from what Roy knew he was easily one of the most powerful people in the whole building. Possibly even the entire planet. He took a deep breath. At least he was on their side. He turned to look for Garth, hoping he wasn’t busy talking to somebody when he saw a scowling individual in the corner. He was wearing a mask and had what appeared to be bionic arm. Roy couldn’t believe it, he thought Ollie had been joking, but there he was. Bucky, the same Bucky who had thought alongside Captain America during the war. Roy met his guise. Roy couldn’t help but feel like he was staring down a growling German Shepard. He walked closer and found his voice. “Hello there.” Roy said as he walked over. “Roy Arrow… Err Red Arrow.” He said nervously, hating himself for mixing his names up, only to realise the hand he had extended would mean Bucky would have to use his bionic hand to shake his. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,535 | 1,522 | 5 | 694 | 843 | Garth sighed a little, watching on as Batgirl was getting inundated with fans, both of the normal and fellow young hero variety in Wiccan. Someone who Garth had heard of, young magic using guy out of New York. Lot of heroes were coming out of that area weirdly. Roy was over with another semi-familiar face. Bucky Barnes, a WWII hero alongside Captain America, though with his looks and actions he hardly seemed to share his mentor’s charm and non-frightening aura. Leaving Garth by himself, some of the people there, girls mostly, were calling for him to sign things. Which he eventually went over and did, though one of them said he looked like someone from Avatar: The Last Airbender, causing Garth to sigh. He’s had this haircut for years, long before that stupid show came along. Why couldn’t people say everyone in that show look like him instead of vice versa. ...Well Garth did still like the show but the point stood. Glancing around bored Garth decided to just see how much longer they would be until they’d be able to go in. Garth wandered up to the adult heroes, who were gathered around but seemed to be in a pretty serious conversation. Leaving Garth too curious to not listen in… “Captain with all due respect, we can’t just deal with whatever petty issues Wolverine has.” Batman told Captain America, body tucked away in the cape as he still had his intimidating demeanor, even in broad daylight. “Perhaps but if what Logan says is true, we can’t discount any of it.” Iron Man noted from behind Batman with a finger raised. “Either way, we need to keep a very close eye on this 'Weapon X’ program until we know for sure what they have planned.” Professor X had chimed in. “Err, hold on a second.” Aquaman finally had glanced over, seeing Garth standing there. “Yes Garth? Did you need something?” Aquaman asked, leaning over a little to Garth’s height. “Well how much longer until we can get in?” Garth asked, shrugging his shoulders. “Well…” Aquaman sighed looking around. “We’re just waiting for the other heroes, both young and old…” “Hawkeye…” Iron Man nearby had coughed spurting out the hero who was amongst those missing currently. “Yes… him included.” Aquaman noted aloud. “But when everyone’s here we’ll let all of you in for the first time.” Aquaman had turned back to the others, all clearly hesitant of saying much more of this ‘Weapon X’ ordeal with Garth right there. Garth took his cue from it, leaving the group and returning over to the fellow young heroes. | Real name: Robert "Bobby" DrakeAlias: Ice-ManAge: 15Appearance: Costume: Same as above.Personality: Witty, Caring, HeadstrongBrief bio: Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to William Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection. The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men.Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby. After Bobby turned him down the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman' Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl.Iceman quickly befriended Beast, however, he remained self-conscious regarding the fact that he was the youngest member of the group. Iceman's lighthearted approach to disaster marked him as the comedian of the group, and eased tension among his teammates. Bobby's rudimentary control of his abilities caused his appearance to be snowman-like, rather than the almost transparent ice version of his later years.After it was revealed that Professor Xavier lied to his students, having faked his death, Bobby angrily quit the team. Later, after hearing his former teammates were in trouble, Bobby traveled to the Savage Land where he stumbled into a conflict between Sauron and Magneto. Sauron erased Bobby's memories of the encounter.Bobby has now joined the Young Justice team, hoping to make a difference with others of his age group. He maintains his comedic attitude in the face of danger.Yeah, the Abilities section was pretty long (it was copied from the Wiki page for him. A bit pathetic, I know.) so I put it inside a hider so that it wouldn't take up too much space.
Yeah I personally don't really like seeing people just quote wikipedia like this. Makes it feel like you don't want to put the thought and care into it, really make the character theirs. I'm not going to dismiss it altogether over this though. But if you're going to do it, can you at least clean it up of the annotation links?
Real name: Barbra GordonAlias: BatgirlAge: 16Appearance: Costume: ^Abilities: Personality: genius, naive, determinedBrief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened.
Well of course she's before the spinal cord stuff... Batgirl would be kind of useless in a wheelchair besides being Oracle.
Uh yeah I'll accept her. |
55,536 | 1,522 | 6 | 1,177 | 191 | Peter lay in his bed entombed in sleep. The sudden abrasive tones of the alarm clock forced him awake. Rising from bed he slung on the closest T-shirt whistling to himself. Peter could hear his aunt downstairs, ever since Uncle Ben had died she'd started waking up extra early to ensure Peter had a productive day, there were few people who cared for him more than Aunt May did. Fortunately for Peter school was out at the moment which meant all the more time as Spider-Man. Aunt May was still blissfully unaware of Peter's secret identity and he intended to keep it that way, he had to for her own safety; If aunt may ever found out she'd go all 'it's too dangerous' and 'I've already lost your uncle' and the last thing Peter wanted to do was incur May's wrath. Tossing his backpack containing 'science project stuff' over his shoulder Peter strode downstairs eating his food with zeal the likes of which the Parker house-hold had never seen. Immediately heading for the door Peter turned to his Aunt and with a goofy grin on his face yelled. "I'm off to meet friends, I'll be back for dinner." May smiled in her own knowing maternal way and responded. "Peter, don't forget to buy milk!" Peter simply nodded and took to the streets. Ducking into an alleyway mild-mannered Peter Parker changed into Spider-Man. Today was a very important day for Peter, he was finally being accepted into the greater superhero community; after years of being slandered by 'The Daily Bugle' as a menace it was about time Spider-Man got the respect he deserved. Swinging through the streets with several whoops and hollers several civilians stopped to film the young hero on their cell phones. Seeing the crowd gathered outside the headquarters a smile crept across Peter's face beneath the mask that hid his identity. A few bright lenses flashed at Peter but these weren't enough to throw him off his stride as he landed with a somersault in front of the headquarters. "Sorry I'm late folks, I had important Spider-Man only business to attend to." Peter flimsily bluffed. | Real name: Peter Parker
Alias: Spider-Man
Age: 17
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities:
Peter possesses several spider-like traits in his physiology such as his ability to cling to any surface using his limbs, this allows him to climb walls and move along other vertical surfaces. Peter has a sixth sense that takes the form of a tingling within his skull, this allows him to determine when he is in danger and where it is coming from, this allows him to use his super-human reflexes to dodge incoming attacks from assailants.
Peter has the relative strength of a spider allowing him to lift cars with ease, this strength also allows him to jump extreme heights. Peter is a child prodigy when it comes to bio-chemistry and through working off his fathers work he has constructed 'web shooters' that propel an adhesive similar to that of a spider's silk, this allows him to swing on this web and use it in the form of projectiles along side several other practical uses.
Brief bio: For as long as Peter can remember he'd lived with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Peter was generally ordinary his grades were slightly above average in all subjects bar biology which had an affinity for. Peter was often bullied by his fellow students for being a 'nerd' or being 'weak' while all of these statements were true; Peter was due for big changes in his life.
While on a field trip to Oscorp Peter wandered astray from his group to find himself in a strange room filled with silk fibers. A single spider descended on it's web and bit the adolescent. The next morning Peter woke up on the roof of the empire estate building after the strangest dream, he quickly realized what had happened. Originally abusing his powers Peter avoided fighting crime until this negligence lead to the death of his uncle. Now motivated by the loss of his only father figure and desperate to help all those in need he protects New York as Spider-Man. |
55,537 | 1,522 | 7 | 173 | 25 | The few seconds that past felt hours as Roy stood there. Roy felt his hand start to shake, the longer he held his arm out the sorer it begun to feel. Roy refused to lower his hand all the same as he looked into Bucky's piercing gaze. "I said my name's Red Arrow... I'm honored to meet you." --- The closest Zeta beam station had been a phone booth a few blocks away. Kate growled as she hurried across the street. At least once she granted inside she would be allowed to use the zeta beams directly to and from the HQ. She was panting as she forced her way through the crowd. "Excuse me..." She said. "Pardon me..." She forced her way through the crowd. Only for said crowd to imminently part as Hawkeye strode up. "Yes thank you." Clint said. He smiled for a few photos, only to grit his teeth when someone called him "Purple Arrow". Kate rushed up the steps and reached the door. Looking through the glass, she could see everyone. Among them Aqualad, Wiccan, Batgirl and some of the adult heroes inside. She wiped her brow. "Whoo... made it!" She said with a smile. She went to go in but slammed into the door. "What the?" She grunted. "Who the... LOCKS THE...! GAH!" She said while frantically trying to open the door. Clint joined her and just reached over her shoulder, grabbed the handle and pulled. "Push, not pull." Clint said. Kate pouted as she moved inside, only to bump into Peter. "Oh sorry!" She said before looking at him properly. "Oh great. I'm later than Spider-Man!" She shouted. "Tell me you Zeta Beamed here!" She asked. Clint sighed as he walked past them, joining the adults. "About time you showed up Hawkeye." Green Arrow said. Clint just glared at Oliver for a second. "I would have been here sooner... But someone didn't want to get out of bed this morning." Clint said looking back at Kate. Who had her head in her hands, as it dawned on her that Spidey beat her here by Web Swinging. Clint sighed. "She didn't have her coffee this morning..." He said looking back at the others. "So! Who else are we waiting for?" He said rubbing his hands together. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,538 | 1,522 | 8 | 1,281 | 615 | Batgirl was startled when the Wiccan peppered her with questions. Usually her fans comprised of young girls because she wasn't as intimidating as Batman and her outfit lacked Supergirl's miniskirt or Black Canary's fishnets. In other words if she was a movie she'd be rated PG. But still she was glad to meet a fan and fellow cape. She couldn't help but smile when she saw him blush, and shook his hand firmly when offered. "Nice to meet you Billy. Just a piece of advice, I wouldn't give away your identity so easily, not even to other heroes. Nobody here knows my real name except Batman, who by the way did not make my costume since you asked." Despite their similarities, Batgirl didn't tag along with Batman all that often, not as much as any of the Robins. "The suit's bullet proof and stab proof... mostly. And the belt, well I can't give too much away can I? But I gotta say, I dunno who started calling it the batarang. It doesn't even look like a boomerang, it's a ninja star!" she said, showing Wiccan the simple device. As they waited some others showed up, none of whom Batgirl really recognized. "I hope things get going soon, the wait is killing me." | Real name: Barbra Gordon
Alias: Batgirl
Age: 16
Appearance:
Costume: ^
Abilities:
Eidetic Memory: "ability to recall images, sounds or objects in memory with great precision"
Computer Expert: She is adept at hacking into databases and other tech related things
Athletics: Skilled at both gymnastics and self defense
Gadgets: Batarang, grappling hook, etc
Personality: genius, naive, determined
Brief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.
Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened. |
55,539 | 1,522 | 9 | 2,094 | 1,146 | Hank was at home on his computer looking up the Justice League after he had heard about the announcement. He was interested about this group and was certainly up for going....but he would need to make a good first impression if he was going to join a super hero group. Of course it would all be teenagers, nobody saw them as equals to adults they were in their own little league of powers, and Hank was just one of them. He grinned at his computer as he decided it was time to head out. He put on his suit and grabbed his bag. He stepped out of his hotel room invisible to most since he was as small as a fly and quickly moved through the streets of Washington unnoticed as to not attract attention. Finally he made it to the HQ where everything was going down. Suddenly his face turned pale underneath his mask as he realised that he was actually scared. Today was the first time he had actaually been scared this much...it would have to go in his autobiography. he checked his suit was fine before taking a deep breath and changed his size back to normal. As he did so another teen landed just in front of him, Spider Man he presumed. This Spider got a lot more attention than Hank did, but Hank liked to be under the radar anyways, he liked a low profile/ Hank put on a kind, friendly smile as was expected and held out his hand to the SPider Man. "Nice to meet you Spider-man" he said hoping this would be a good impression as flashed of cameras hit him. "I'm Ant-Man." | Real name: Bruce 'Brucie' Banner
Alias: Hulk
Age: 16
Abilities: Bruce will change into the Hulk whenever he gets angry. When he is the hulk his skin turns green and he grows in size and gets super strength and increased senses. Yet his purple pants stay intact.
Brief bio: Bruce growing up was a highly successful science student who loved all things science, but he was also a bit of a trouble maker. His parents thought he was just a troubled child prodigy but in truth Bruce was just curious and adventurous to the core. Although he was a top of the class student when he was in high school at the age of 16 he got too curious visiting a nuclear testing site. He ended up wandering onto the site when a gamma bomb was dropped, but no one went to save him since nobody was there to notice him there in the path of the bomb.
He emerged out of the testing site laying in a gutter in nothing but a pair if his favourite purple pants and strangers staring at then as they walked past. Bruce went home where his parents has not taken any notice if his absence, they just thought it was typical teenager behaviour. Eventually one day he ventured out of his room after the incident and his trouble making was gone. He went to school but someone made him angry and he transformed... After that incident he has never been to school but he still studies as hard as he can but tries to control his anger, but still no one knows that the giant green man is little loner bruce banner. |
55,540 | 1,522 | 10 | 2,799 | 325 | 23 hours ago La Brea Tar Pits, Los Angeles, California Molly's eyes fluttered opened and she quickly sat up, her hair frazzled so like always she grabbed her hat and shoved it on to her head, she looked around not seeing anyone "Nico? victor?...chase?" Getting up from the couch she fell asleep on she rubbed her eyes walking around not finding anyone which was very odd Nico always left someone to keep an eye on her when she was asleep. All of a sudden she felt like she someone was watching her "if this is a prank guys, I'm going to punch you....hard" Molly felt very uneasy as she walked alone inside the base they set up "is there anyone here?" She asked only hearing an echo then when she turned around she came face to face with a man dressed in swat gear. "AHHHH!" without thinking she swung punching the guy across the room knocking him into the front end of the leapfrog and without any more notice an entire group of on her "detain the runaway" one of the men told the others. Molly got ready punching any who came near her knocking them with force "get away from me! Someone help" soon there was more then she could keep off herself that is when the leapfrog started to move "I knew someone would save me" she smiled punching another guy in the face, but the frog leaped at her like it intended to crush her "noooo!" She winced and held the frog over her head panting "I'm getting really sleep...." Her eyes closed as she held the frog. It was all a simulation Molly was safe for now, but was kept inside this never-ending loop to keep her docile, a doctor placed a hand on the now sleeping Molly's shoulder "incredible who would have thought such a small girl could be so powerful....keep her in the simulation I don't want her or any others to escape" the doctor ordered walking past others like Molly. Molly's eyes fluttered opened and she quickly sat up, her hair frazzled so like always she grabbed her hat and shoved it on to her head, she looked around not seeing anyone "Nico? victor?...chase?" | I tweaked her backstory abit to be able to fit in with the team
Real name: Arisia Rrab
Alias:
Age: 16 in earth years
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities: she weilds a green power ring, that grants her flight, and the abilty to create constructs with the light it shines making anything she can think up including her human disgise of Cindy Simpson.
Brief bio: Arsia is the green lantern of the sector adjectent to earth's 2815, she is from the planet Graxos IV, during her training after bootcamp with Killowag she was paired with Hal jordan the green lantern of earth, it was then she was dubbed "sidekick" by those on earth that seen her being tailing behind jordan when on earth.
when the idea of the Team was being finalized Hal put Arisia's name forward not only to become a better team player but also train with the best on earth. |
55,541 | 1,522 | 11 | 764 | 310 | Robin Washington DC July 4th "Whoa... Is that all for us?" The voice, emanating from beside the hulking mass of bulletproof sweetness that is the Batmobile, crept up and peaked as the roof slammed shut, a mere whistle when compared with the vacuous din that the crowd a way away from him was producing. Tim drops the iPod he had just been wrapping up as he slowly walks forward. Admiring the chaos, he looks out from his vantage point with curious, white-lenses eyes. Deafening, he thinks to himself as a smile creeps out and devours him. This was big. Really big. League big. Checking his surrounding and readjusting his mask he makes to walk. Now was the time. Strolling up there wouldn't cut it. He reaches a hand to his utility belt... ---- That will hold... he assures himself as he inspects the ledge infront of him, not looking down. The rooftop air was swirling around him and messing his hair up - something he had come to expect after his time on the job - but it didn't matter. This was going to be impressive. He reels back before charging. Jump! he soars for a second before deploying his cape. People's screams pick up as the colourful figure passes over them. This move usually warranted slightly different screams but these were welcome all the same. For once he could show off. To day walkers. The Riddler wouldn't appreciate a move like this. Angling down, he aims for the centre of the grouped heroes. A blank landing pad. The air picks up suddenly, knocking him off kilter however. Landing in a self-cushioning heap, it takes a moment for him to stand. The crowd shoots a variety of emotions before settling on laughter. Robin walks away slightly, finding a familiar face. "Some party, huh..." | Howdie Haw! Just popping in. I'll finish the important details when I get back later; just stating my intentions.
Real name: Timothy Jackson Drake
Alias: Robin
Age: 15
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Tim is a normal human. He hurts the same, feels the same and dies the same as a mortal human being of his age and physique. That is, however, where the similarities stop.
Tutorred by Batman in combat/martial arts, acrobatics, criminology, deduction and stealth, this mini-Batman is exactly that. Coupled with his own utility belt crammed with useful gadgets (e.g. birdarangs, grapnel gun, smoke pellets, non-lethal explosive charges, tracking devices, respitory aids, medical equipment, etc) and armed with a collapsable bo staff, Tim is a highly competent fighter, rarely needing to resort to unarmed fisticuffs at all.
In advance of this, Tim is exceptionally gifted intellectually, capable of detailed strategising and tactical planning.
Brief bio:
As a child, Tim Drake was an avid fan of the Flying Graysons - a circus act exclusive to the Haly's Travelling Circus. He idolised the three acrobats, none more so than Dick Grayson. He had posters dedicated to the group, was a frequent ticket holder and had immeasurable quantities of videos dedicated to the group's best performances. When the senior members of the Flying Graysons' lives were cut short mid performance, Bruce Wayne of all people adopting the child, Tim was left with a hole in his being. When reports of a 'Robin' appearing with the mysterious Batman flooded in, Drake barely paid any notice. Until he watched the boy in action, that was. The boy was, without question, the same that Tim had adored in years prior.
The summersaults. Those kicks. That smile. There was no question - Robin was Dick Grayson.
Following up on this theory and deducing The Batman's identity took time, but eventually he confronted the Billionaire at his Manor. While initially seeming reticent, sharing a caper involving Two-Face softened Bruce up. He offered to train the boy, who's ambition had evolved into working alongside him. Two years later and the boy is close to the peak of his abilities and is a member of the Teen Titans. This could all be about to change. |
55,542 | 1,522 | 12 | 1,177 | 191 | Peter took a minute to catch his breath and embrace the overall atmosphere of the event. This was it, he would finally be seen as a hero, not as an inconvenience. Peter wistfully daydreamed about walking down the street with Spider-Man posters everywhere and a copy of the Daily Bugle with the headline 'Spider-Man saves the day again' . The young adult was pulled back into the harshness of reality at the sight of a news helicopter above, no doubt broadcasting the momentous occasion all around the world. As Kate walked in Peter smiled, he had met Hawkeye a few times and they had developed a slight rivalry. As he walked past Kate he whispered into her ear. "Late night was it?" The mocking tone could be heard in his voice as he merrily strode past her. As far as Peter was aware he didn't have a mentor, he wasn't exactly picking up the mantle of a great hero and his powers were pretty unique. Spider-Man felt a light tingling at the base of his skull alerting him to the arrival of another of the heroes. Spinning around on one leg in a fluid motion Peter prepared for what he was going to see both fists raised. Gazing down he saw a boy of around his age in a strange suit increasing in size from a minuscule point on the ground. "Woah, trippy..." As Hank grew to regular size Peter shook the mans hand, he was obviously meant to be here or the other heroes would have done something buy now. As they shook hands Peter ensured a photo was taken to capture the event. "Great to meet you too Ant Man. Us Arthropod Allies gotta stick together" Peter's spider-sense blared again as he dived out of the way narrowly avoiding a falling caped boy, that must be Robin the Boy-Wonder. Peter waved to him but continued to talk to Antman about what the antennae on his costume were actually for. | Real name: Peter Parker
Alias: Spider-Man
Age: 17
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities:
Peter possesses several spider-like traits in his physiology such as his ability to cling to any surface using his limbs, this allows him to climb walls and move along other vertical surfaces. Peter has a sixth sense that takes the form of a tingling within his skull, this allows him to determine when he is in danger and where it is coming from, this allows him to use his super-human reflexes to dodge incoming attacks from assailants.
Peter has the relative strength of a spider allowing him to lift cars with ease, this strength also allows him to jump extreme heights. Peter is a child prodigy when it comes to bio-chemistry and through working off his fathers work he has constructed 'web shooters' that propel an adhesive similar to that of a spider's silk, this allows him to swing on this web and use it in the form of projectiles along side several other practical uses.
Brief bio: For as long as Peter can remember he'd lived with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Peter was generally ordinary his grades were slightly above average in all subjects bar biology which had an affinity for. Peter was often bullied by his fellow students for being a 'nerd' or being 'weak' while all of these statements were true; Peter was due for big changes in his life.
While on a field trip to Oscorp Peter wandered astray from his group to find himself in a strange room filled with silk fibers. A single spider descended on it's web and bit the adolescent. The next morning Peter woke up on the roof of the empire estate building after the strangest dream, he quickly realized what had happened. Originally abusing his powers Peter avoided fighting crime until this negligence lead to the death of his uncle. Now motivated by the loss of his only father figure and desperate to help all those in need he protects New York as Spider-Man. |
55,543 | 1,522 | 13 | 173 | 25 | Kate rose her hand to say something, fuming as she pointed at Spider Man. She pouted before lowering her finger. "You win this round." She muttered to herself. "Nerd." She snapped before turning away to look around at everyone. Clint was talking to the other heroes. Batgirl was talking Wiccan. "Oh good... people I know." She said with a smile. A loud THUD made her spin around. Robin the boy wonder had apparently made some sort of entrance. And she missed it. The crowd started laughing. Kate frowned. "Sure sure..." She said to one obnoxious teenager who seemed to be in the process of uploading the moment to Youtube. "Yes make fun of the Boy Wonder. I'm sure he'll keep it in mind if you're ever in trouble." The kid clicked cancel and walked off. Not noticing who said it. Kate smiled. She felt better. She looked around and someone in the corner caught her eye. "Oh..." She said as she walked over to get a better look at him. "Just as cute in person..." She said as she looked at Bucky. Taking a moment before she noticed another archer. Whose hand was extended, and his face had a stubborn look on it. Kate crossed her arms. Did they even have handshakes back in World War II? She thought. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,544 | 1,522 | 14 | 2,094 | 1,146 | Hank looked around as Spider-Man started talking to him. He just avoided the flying boy, well falling boy before he could've been drop kicked. He smirked at Spider-Man as he heard him use the right terms for both of them. "I suppose you could say that," he said letting out a little laugh. "oh the attena? It's just there to increase my senses so I don't get drop kicked by red and green blurs." After saying that he looked around again and saw who he presumed was Kate who he had heard about in the news. He always wondered if people had seen him on the news, probably because the flashes if cameras were peeing him off. He tried to find someone he knew, but the only one he knew had just got approached by Kate. He noticed the teenager recording this 'legendary' moment and somebody shouted to him to show off his sze changing ability. Hank really didn't like to show off but he might as well. Suddenly he grew in size until he was at least ten foot tall and stopped. "Happy now," he said his voice now deeper and more intimidating. | Real name: Bruce 'Brucie' Banner
Alias: Hulk
Age: 16
Abilities: Bruce will change into the Hulk whenever he gets angry. When he is the hulk his skin turns green and he grows in size and gets super strength and increased senses. Yet his purple pants stay intact.
Brief bio: Bruce growing up was a highly successful science student who loved all things science, but he was also a bit of a trouble maker. His parents thought he was just a troubled child prodigy but in truth Bruce was just curious and adventurous to the core. Although he was a top of the class student when he was in high school at the age of 16 he got too curious visiting a nuclear testing site. He ended up wandering onto the site when a gamma bomb was dropped, but no one went to save him since nobody was there to notice him there in the path of the bomb.
He emerged out of the testing site laying in a gutter in nothing but a pair if his favourite purple pants and strangers staring at then as they walked past. Bruce went home where his parents has not taken any notice if his absence, they just thought it was typical teenager behaviour. Eventually one day he ventured out of his room after the incident and his trouble making was gone. He went to school but someone made him angry and he transformed... After that incident he has never been to school but he still studies as hard as he can but tries to control his anger, but still no one knows that the giant green man is little loner bruce banner. |
55,545 | 1,522 | 15 | 1,699 | 39 | Gotham University Gotham City July 4th, 2014 2:00 p.m. --- T'challa or rather Luke Charles as he was more formally known on campus had been present for though not particularly attention invested in the middle of a mandatory student body council meeting or something. They said it would only take a few minutes of my time, they said. Unconcerned patches of violet peered up from the confines of the composition notebook, deviating to the wall-mounted clock arranged behind the view of the podium. Had he really just sat through a 2-hour lecture? He felt that there were more productive ways to manage his time than observing mundane student trials . By the way, wasn't there something he was suppose to prepare? It almost slipped his mind until all the eyes in that room fell onto him for some unknown reason. Why were they staring at him like that? "Excuse me?" chiming Charles inquisitively. His brow furrowed with a sort of confused deer in the headlights look. It was then he made eye contact with a girl who sat across from him he recognized from some classes they shared. She was 2 years his senior, a nice Israeli girl, very bookish, he kinda got the impression that she was interested in more than just group work, though he was the unavailable type which made her like him even more for some reason. "I believe you have the chair Mr. Charles." Shoshana giggled. "Nah, it's cool, I have nothing to report." He continued scribbling something into his notebook unassumingly. After some uncomfortable brow encouragement. He eventually did deliver his report to the room. Not as intended, but a well-crafted critique of the task he didn't bother to prepare. After the meeting adjourned, he was approached by this Shoshana who seemed to be interested in using his speech to spark a more personal minded conversation. "Hey, what you did back there was kinda cool. You know I've met a lot of guys who were smart but they're not quite like you.You're smart but you also seem wordly, it's never enough for you is it?...most guys just want to get rich and party all the time but not you...you're like solomon of the old testament." Upon reflecting on Shoshana's assertion. He added "I only wish I were like Solomon...Say, Shoshana...what are you doing tonight?" | Real name:
Prince T'Challa of Wakanda
Alias:
Black Panther, Luke Charles, Enzi
Age:
18
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities:
Genius-level Intellect: T'Challa is also a polymath genius and has an eidetic (aka photographic) memory.
Master Martial Artist: He has been groomed to be a warrior from birth. An expert in practically all forms of armed and unarmed combat, and a master of all martial arts including African and unknown forms. He is a master of stealth, disguise etc. He is considered to be one of the best martial artists to have ever walked the Earth. This is evident by him being able to stalemate and even gain the upper hand at times against opponents such as Captain America, Daredevil etc. in hand to hand fights to an extent that in his full potential, he was able to defeat Captain America in a few moves, and overpower Wolverine twice without much difficulty, even when Wolverine was using his claws. Captain America himself said that when he one won against T’Challa, T’Challa was not his usual self, seeming weaker than he actually was.
Weapons Master: The Panther has mastered all known weapons.
Master Acrobat: T'Challa is a rigorously trained gymnast and acrobat.
Expert Marksman: He is a master marksman adept with hunting knives, firearms, and other projectile weaponry.
Master Tactician: T'Challa is a genius tactician, strategist, and leader who is practically peerless. He was taught tactics and strategies in his youth by his father who encouraged him to always think two steps ahead of his enemies and three steps ahead of his friends. His prowess is such that he is able to out think and out maneuver individuals such as Tony Stark, and other geniuses.
Expert Tracker & Hunter: Even without his superhuman senses, he is a master tracker and hunter. He can pick up a prey's scent and memorize tens of thousands of individual ones.
Multilingual: T'Challa can fluently speak his native language, English, and other various languages.
Master Inventor: He can invent various devices with special properties when needed. While not all of his inventions are as good as others made by Tony Stark and so on, he possesses engineering abilities and intellect that makes him a peer and has proven to be able to invent and create weaponry that rivals their engineering capabilities. T'Challa can also duplicate practically any other technologies after learning how they work or by glancing at the designs.
Highly Influential Connections: As prince of Wakanda, the Panther has access to a vast collection of magical artifacts, technological and military hardware, as well as the support of his nation's wide array of scientists, adventurers, and superheroes.
Diplomatic Immunity: As the son of the king of a sovereign nation, He often visits the United States or the United Nations for political reasons. He enjoys diplomatic immunity during these trips, and his embassy is considered foreign soil.
Personality: Shrewd. Prepared. Regal
Brief bio:
The young royal heir known as T'challa is descended from a long line of same named panther warriors who have led Wakanda a technologically advanced African state with a monarchy as older than recorded time.
T’challa was born to king T’chaka and his wife N’yami after years of trying to have a child of their own and adopting the orphan Hunter. His biological mother N'yami died in childbirth, earning him the enduring hatred of his adopted elder brother, Hunter, who also resented T'Challa for supplanting him in the royal household. His father re-married a second time to a woman by the name of Ramonda who gave birth to T'challa's younger sister Shuri(pictured above)
As he came of age and went on his ‘walkabout” he met and fell in love with future X-men leader and goddess Storm who was at the time a thief. They also shared their first intimate experience together. Duty however caused him to leave her side and return to Wakanda. Knowing his people were highly Xenophobic and suspicious of outsiders he chose to study abroad in a foreign land to teach them trust and tolerance. While in America he cultivated a new civilian identity and a masked vigilante identity while carrying on his studies at Gotham University.
Taught by his father to think two steps ahead of enemies and three steps ahead of friends, T'Challa saw the world's super-beings as potential threats to Wakandan interests and co-opted with the Young Avengers team in order to gather insight to better assist his nation's interests going forward. |
55,546 | 1,522 | 16 | 1,177 | 191 | Peter smiled as Ant-Man laughed at his joke, Peter had found that his best asset to get close to others was his goofy humor and this guy definitely seemed like the sort of person he'd be friends with. Spider-Man was still hesitant about the idea of working on this team, throughout his short career as a hero he hadn't exactly had perfect luck. Several Villains had devoted their efforts to ending the boy's days permanently and every second Peter spent with this team was a second he spent endangering these people. Peter was pulled out of his train of thought by the sudden growth of Ant-Man. As he grew Peter applauded excitedly. Swinging up onto Hanks shoulder he shouted into the side of the now colossal helmet. "Last I checked that's not very ant like!" Peter smiled tapping on the sides of the antennae and jumping back as they twitched slightly. Diving off Hank's shoulder Peter came to a reasonably graceful landing before making his way over to the crowd to sign a few autographs. Gazing through the crowd Peter's mouth dropped open beneath his mask when he saw Mary Jane, they had been friends for quite a few years now and Peter had a colossal crush on her but he had never acted on it out of fear of ruining their friendship, but now he was more worried about getting her killed. Walking through the crowd he reached her and signed the note-pad she held out. Then there was the event Peter had wanted since he was in middle school but not how he expected. 'MJ' Handed Peter a piece of paper with her phone number written down on it, he stood stunned admiring her handwriting for a moment and then without a word MJ left making the 'call-me' hand sign on her way. Returning to the other heroes Spider-Man walked with a goofy spring in his step as if all was well in the world. | Real name: Peter Parker
Alias: Spider-Man
Age: 17
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities:
Peter possesses several spider-like traits in his physiology such as his ability to cling to any surface using his limbs, this allows him to climb walls and move along other vertical surfaces. Peter has a sixth sense that takes the form of a tingling within his skull, this allows him to determine when he is in danger and where it is coming from, this allows him to use his super-human reflexes to dodge incoming attacks from assailants.
Peter has the relative strength of a spider allowing him to lift cars with ease, this strength also allows him to jump extreme heights. Peter is a child prodigy when it comes to bio-chemistry and through working off his fathers work he has constructed 'web shooters' that propel an adhesive similar to that of a spider's silk, this allows him to swing on this web and use it in the form of projectiles along side several other practical uses.
Brief bio: For as long as Peter can remember he'd lived with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Peter was generally ordinary his grades were slightly above average in all subjects bar biology which had an affinity for. Peter was often bullied by his fellow students for being a 'nerd' or being 'weak' while all of these statements were true; Peter was due for big changes in his life.
While on a field trip to Oscorp Peter wandered astray from his group to find himself in a strange room filled with silk fibers. A single spider descended on it's web and bit the adolescent. The next morning Peter woke up on the roof of the empire estate building after the strangest dream, he quickly realized what had happened. Originally abusing his powers Peter avoided fighting crime until this negligence lead to the death of his uncle. Now motivated by the loss of his only father figure and desperate to help all those in need he protects New York as Spider-Man. |
55,547 | 1,522 | 17 | 1,651 | 1,289 | Jubilee The Vampire Why did all the exciting stuff have to happen during the day time? Sure all the parties were during the night but all the other exciting stuff happened during the day. Still it didn't matter as long as she wore clothes that cover her entire body, some sunglasses and a big enough hat she would be fine as long as she didn't stay out for to long. She was going to see several new heroes become Justice League members. Yet these weren't normal heroes, they were sidekicks, the ones who covered a hero back and help a heroes overcome challenges they usually couldn't. Yet that wasn't the best part, the best part was that there was a chance Robin was going to be there. Sure it wasn't confirmed but everyone had been talking about it. News outlets were speculating who would be making it to the team and one of the highest profiles was the first sidekick himself, Robin. Jubilee had been a robin fan-girl ever since the first day she had heard of him and saw him on TV. She got dressed up and then exited her hotel room. - - - - - - - - - - As Jubilee arrived to the scene there was already a large crowd and some news van with reporters and camera man talking about the event. Jubilee made her way through the crowd to the small metal fence that separated the crowd from the heroes. Here she had an excellent view of everything happening. She saw several of the heroes arriving, including a member of the bat-family, Batgirl. Wolverine and the professor were also here along with several other heroes, including Batman and Captain America. Superman was also there but instead of admiring him, Jubilee was afraid of him. Then again so was every other vampire out there since Superman got his powers from the sun making him the perfect Vampire Slayer. If Jubilee drank superman blood she would probably combust into flames. Then suddenly the crowd screamed as they saw the boy wonder jump down into the centre of all the heroes. During the entire commotion Jubilee hat almost fell off, she quickly place her hand to ensure it would not fall and made sure it was well place on her head. Jubilee began waving at Robin in hopes of getting his attention. “Robin can I get an autograph?” yelled Jubilee as she continued waving and started to jump. If she still had her mutant powers she could have gotten his attention much easier but then the professor would have not approved and Logan would probably give her a stern talking. Instead she would just keep on waving, jumping and shouting his name for an autograph. | Real name: Laura Kinney
Alias: X-23
Age: 16
Costume: Laura doesn't really have a secret identity and thus doesn't wear a costume.
Abilities:
-Healing Factor: A mutant power that allows X-23 to heal an accelerated rate. This allows her to regenerate damage and even destroyed tissue at far greater speed and efficiency. She can reattach limbs and even regrow an entire arm. They also grant her foreign chemical immunity to an extent (massive strong doses can still effect her) and disease immunity.
-Super-humanly Acute Senses: Her senses can be compared to certain animals, she can see in the dark and track people by there scents. She can also hear at much greater distance and hear sounds that regular humans couldn't.
-Bone Claws: X-23 has 2 Bone Claws that come out of each of her hand and one blow claw that comes out of each of her foots. These claws are lace with Adamantium, making them effectively unbreakable. Do note however the rest of her bones are not and thus the rest of her bones can be broken.
Living Weapon: Although not a power, she is highly trained in Covert Ops, Tracking, Martial Arts, Acrobats and is Multilingual.
Personality: Martyr, Quiet, Angry
Brief bio: X-23 was created by a top-secret program trying to replicate the Weapon X project. Unable to create a male clone of Wolverine, they created a female clone of Wolverine by the suggestion of Doctor Kinney. During X-23 years in the program she was trained to be a ruthless killer with no sense of identity. She was sent on missions to kill targets that the program had been paid to eliminate. In order to make sure she would always kill her target she was given a trigger scent, when exposed to a trigger scent it would send her into a killing frenzy. Every mission they gave her, every time limit they gave her, she beat.
Doctor Kinney saw X-23 as her own child and thus set in motion a plan to free X-23 and become a family that would live a quiet life. She managed to free X-23 and met X-23 outside the facility. Yet just as they were about to escape, X-23 killed Doctor Kinney as the director of the program had sprayed the Doctor with the trigger scent just before the escape.
Now finally free and able to think for her own, X-23 went to find the man who she blame responsible for her creation, Wolverine. She track him down and when he was finally alone she engage him in combat. Using tactics and her speed she manage to defeat Wolverine who had been holding back. Wolverine explained how he had received a letter from Doctor Kinney and that he was now the only family she had. As X-23 began to calm but before she could finish talking to Wolverine she was taken down by Captain America who arrested her.
She was interrogated by Captain America and after revealing her past and everything she had done, Captain America wanting her to face justice decided to let her go, knowing she was just be used as a weapon by S.H.I.E.L.D.
X-23 joined the X-men for a bit but Wolverine realizing she didn't fit in and needed better role models called in a few favours. |
55,548 | 1,522 | 18 | 2,202 | 2,029 | James Buchanan Barnes Bucky Boy's Got Guts Out of all of the people in the general vicinity, the kid had to accost him. Was it not obvious that Bucky wasn't the sociable type, or did his intimidating, aloof stance come off as amiable? Regardless, despite the obvious glare he threw the kid's way, he was persistent. Of course, Bucky didn't give him the benefit of shaking his hand and simply turned to better address him. His gaze never faltered as he looked down at the person who introduced himself, a Red Arrow. Well, he was going to work with him for quite a while, it seemed, so insulting him may be unwarranted, as would brushing him off. A coworker with a vendetta was just as bad, if not more so, than a vindictive villain, though Bucky couldn't attest to that... just yet. He was edging awfully close, though, and his new 'coworkers' per se, may not appreciate his aloof, cold demeanor. But, Bucky wasn't above warming up to a few people, it just took time, especially after what had recently happened to him. And Steve did his best to accommodate his needs, as well as his space—he knew him best, after alll; and thus, knew how best to handle him. So, Bucky, despite not taking the offered hand gave Red Arrow a quick nod. "James Buchanan Barnes," he finally responded, "Or Bucky. Whatever suits you best." With that, he gave a sigh and turned around to, once again, find the Captain. --- William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan Best Day Ever "Oh, I'm technically a mutant," he responded with a grin, "Can't really hide from that, superhero or not. People treat me differently than you all, so a secret identity isn't a commodity I can quite have. A name like Wiccan just serves as a title attesting to my specialty!" Billy did his best to restrain himself when she previously explained what all her gadgets did, but he was still having a hard time not going totally crazy in the midst of legends. The day, so far, was going gloriously and he had his powers to thank for it. Oh, if not for his damn genes, he'd probably be back home probably doing the same thing he was now, just up close and personal with the TV, and not the actual things. What more, he was going to get to work with people just as acclaimed—well, maybe a tad less. Batgirl's raging fans seemed to disprove that the kids behind the masks weren't as good as their adult counterparts. Youth sells. Of course, Billy didn't quite think so highly of himself. From where he was standing, Billy was not better than the girls that cried for autographs and pictures in comparison to the beings standing before him. There was something inside him, he knew, that could be great, but Billy saw it more as a hazard to be tamed and pushed back, rather than a gift to be shared and used. Sure, teenagers, especially those instilled with powers of various kinds, had all the reason to doubt themselves, as they were still inexperienced, but most tended to grow out of that, in order to flourish in the real world. Billy was just on the extreme side of that spectrum. However, more people were corralling in the area, particularly future colleagues and heroes and all that weight that had hit him prior to coming here, had once again settled with a great strength in the pit of his stomach and the back of his throat. Billy gave a deep breath, smiled at Batgirl, and waved himself away. "Guess they're about to call us up, or something," he mumbled, now attempting to survey a spot behind everyone where he'd cause the least trouble, even if he wasn't the troublemaking type—precaustions, simply. | Real name:
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Alias:
Bucky
Age:
19
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Marksman
Through the beginnings of World War II, Bucky was trained, like every other soldier, to shoot and shoot well. However, Bucky has a natural affinity toward sharpshooting and can accurately hit targets at long distances and whilst movie. He's exceptionally skilled at sniping, though he still has roughly the same lethality with any other firearm. Need someone shot? Need that person shot without the hassle of going through a ton of armed guards? Bucky's your man.
Martial Arts/Hand-to-Hand Combat
Having spent some time in the army, Bucky's been trained in various CQC tactics and has a moderate knowledge of incapacitating an opponent up close. Though, his time, however short it was, with Steve Rogers certainly gave him more knowledge about melee fighting than most people in his squadron. Bucky, though not a master at it, has the means to incapacitate, disarm, and fend for himself should he need to. As well, the recent year has given him time to both adjust to the present world and better train himself.
Peak Human Conditioning
Though, not evident in his small time as a soldier during WWII, the recent year has given Bucky plenty of time to condition himself to his body's maxim and furthering that with more training with Captain America himself. Bucky has the strength, stamina, and agility of a human being very much close to his peak, though it certainly doesn't match that of Batman or Cap. He can certainly do what an average person can't in terms of athleticism and is on par with many of the other young heroes. Among his talents, though, Bucky is extremely equipped to handle stealth and reconnaissance missions. He excels at slipping past enemy lines and back, retrieving things that should be heavily guarded, and essentially going unnoticed on the battlefield until the time would be right to reveal himself.
Bionic Arm
Installed and built by Stark Industries (with the reluctant acceptance of help from Bruce Wayne), Tony Stark fitted and built Bucky and replacement for the arm he lost during his recovery, having been apparently lost to the collapsing of the building he was found deep under. The arm is retrofitted with an assortment of its own abilities and is tailored and wired into Bucky's nervous system. Tony's recent pride and joy—soon to be shadowed by whatever else he has planned—he personally slapped his logo onto it, though this part is unnecessary to detail out. It caused quite a controversy, in which Bucky was thrown into a mix as their personal trophy case; it's been decided that no logo is to be slapped onto his bionic arm, "especially not a dirty Bat Symbol".
Functions
Bucky's arm can do an assortment of things, though it's obvious it has much more use than his actual body and more capacity to do things. Among the many uses, Bucky's arm is able to lift things beyond the normal human capacity, and can pack a mean punch that can even do a number on Cap himself (though not enough to severely harm him). It's tuned to react and respond at inhuman speeds, is equipped with Stark's signature palm blasts, though a definitely weaker version than that of the Iron Man suit and is electrical based, EMP bursts, a built in grappling hook, a la Batman. It's extremely durable and very resistant to all elements, completely immune to anything electrical based, and can is capable of still being able to move should it detach from Bucky.
Brief bio:
Bucky's early life was... at best, not so great. At its worst, it was like living hell. But, that's not what shaped him into the man he was or could be. Time in the war, in training, in living in a complete distraction from his home life, and what he was to do and made to do was what made him the man he is today.
At a young age, James Barnes aspired to be a soldier, a man of the armed forces. Something his father held great respect for. However, at an early age, he lost both parents and a sister, to some extent, and was thrown into a state of being not ordinary for a young kid, such as himself. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier, but he was still old enough and smart enough to try. Finally, he was admitted to basic training where he met an equally eager young man, a Steve Rogers. A meek individual with little to no capacity for anything athletic, it was obvious the man shouldn't have been where he was then, but there was something in Rogers that many men didn't see and if they did, it drove them to jealousy. His courage, his bravery, and his unwavering loyalty and sense of justice was nothing but admiring to Bucky; that was what he wanted to be and what he was there for.
However, despite Bucky and Steve forming an intense bond during their short time together, Steve was taken away from him and placed in a super soldier program he and everyone else was blind to. To Bucky, he was just shipped off to war to unfortunately die. But valiantly, he'd always reassure himself. During this time, Bucky rushed through the months until war was smacked into his face like the rest of those in boot camp. It was then, at an outpost in Britain, that he met Steve again, but a different Steve, a man who looked like he could ram into an ongoing train and win. He became the man he was inside and, though to Bucky, he'd always be the same meek, do-gooder, and tiny Steve he met not months ago. It was then, though, that he found just what his friend's purpose was, though this was to be kept absolute secret; the costumed Captain America couldn't have been the frail Steve Rogers he was, not now, at least.
They didn't see each other much, but the times they spent together was either in further training or in simply relaxing, retelling stories, laughing and being friends. This was short lived, as well, as Bucky found himself at the end of a Nazi gun barrel during a routine scouting mission. From then, he was assumed K.I.A, despite the Captain's relentless search.
It's why it came as a surprise when James Buchanan Barnes was found over half a century later in critical condition, in a supposedly destroyed Nazi submarine somewhere in the icy Oceans above the UK. Around him was the wreckage of the aquatic vehicle, of which he was found in a cryostasis container, partially destroyed and completely drained of power. The submarine's explosion under the deep sea had subsequently taken its toll on Bucky's body, particularly his arm. A large part of the hull had torn apart the container holding him, crushing and tear off part of his arm, though the ice that he was already encased in and the below freezing level of the water he was in was enough to preserve him for the duration of the 20th century and a whole decade and a half of the next.
Still in critical condition, and having been found by S.H.I.E.L.D, his identity had been wrongfully discovered by returning Steve Rogers. Appalled by the sight, he tore away the S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him in a rage, only to be stopped by an equally outraged Nick Fury. After a lengthy discussion, Nick had rightfully given up the recently thawed, but still unconscious, Bucky to Cap and his team. Before awaking, however, Cap commissioned his long time team mates Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne to help equip Bucky with a prosthetic arm. Both heroes went above and beyond through rigorous competition and Tony did the honor of fastening the bionic arm onto Bucky's unconscious figure.
After waking up in the medical center of the JL HQ, Bucky was immediately put into a manic, nearly catatonic state, feeling the shell shock of war and the forceful introduction into a new timeline, a new culture. Once he was calmed by an understanding Captain America and subdued by Superman, Bucky came to terms with what happened to him. Came to terms, but not really accepted his new fate. He spent the subsequent year adjusting to the new times, dealing with the ongoing mental instability of culture shock, and possibly more, and wasting away his time training about twenty-four/seven. It was obvious Bucky wouldn't fit well into the actual world, especially not as an ordinary individual, so the Captain, seeing an opportunity arising, found it best to place him with other like minded individuals. Well, as like minded as was possible. A group of heroes would understand his qualms, though maybe not in the way he feels them, but definitely in their own way. Everyone has some kind of baggage to deal with.
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I might make Wiccan, but before I do, I just wanna make sure if anyone has any intention of taking on Hulkling? Just wanted to know beforehand. :o |
55,549 | 1,522 | 19 | 2,094 | 1,146 | Hank laughed in a deep ground shaking laugh at Spider-man's....remarks. Hank usually didn't have time for this sort of humour, but he needed allies and friends to make a good image on the media so this guy was a good place to start. He admired his skills with the web swinging and slinging, He let a slight smirk break as Peter touched his attenae and as Spider-man jumped off he decreased in size to meet other people. "Signing autographs isn't very Spider-like either?" He smirked and walked off when he saw a guy with a bandana try to hide behind him and Spider-man. "You must be Wiccan?" Hank said holding out a gloved hand enthusiastically just like what he did with Spider-man. "I've heard so much about you from mutant criminals I've taken down. Oh! pardon my manners, I'm Ant-man, pleasure to meet you." | Real name: Bruce 'Brucie' Banner
Alias: Hulk
Age: 16
Abilities: Bruce will change into the Hulk whenever he gets angry. When he is the hulk his skin turns green and he grows in size and gets super strength and increased senses. Yet his purple pants stay intact.
Brief bio: Bruce growing up was a highly successful science student who loved all things science, but he was also a bit of a trouble maker. His parents thought he was just a troubled child prodigy but in truth Bruce was just curious and adventurous to the core. Although he was a top of the class student when he was in high school at the age of 16 he got too curious visiting a nuclear testing site. He ended up wandering onto the site when a gamma bomb was dropped, but no one went to save him since nobody was there to notice him there in the path of the bomb.
He emerged out of the testing site laying in a gutter in nothing but a pair if his favourite purple pants and strangers staring at then as they walked past. Bruce went home where his parents has not taken any notice if his absence, they just thought it was typical teenager behaviour. Eventually one day he ventured out of his room after the incident and his trouble making was gone. He went to school but someone made him angry and he transformed... After that incident he has never been to school but he still studies as hard as he can but tries to control his anger, but still no one knows that the giant green man is little loner bruce banner. |
55,550 | 1,522 | 20 | 694 | 843 | Thankfully the long lull between everyone arriving and the special press conference didn’t take that much longer, Garth himself wondering if things were ever going to get moving as he found himself watching others interact. It was fairly non-eventful, Captain America and Superman shared the honors as they talked about the Justice League’s recent things, introduced each of the young heroes that up their new ‘Young Heroes Initiative’, and spoke about their plans and goals as a group for the upcoming year. Each of the young heroes got a chance to be introduced, say a small speech at the podium, little stuff, nothing amazing. Aqualad had one prepared, it wasn’t anything special but it meant a lot to Garth. Crowd paid attention, gave him a nice response. As the press conference ended all of the young heroes were wrangled together, and after being given their Justice League ID passes, what looked to be fairly normal passes. Only created through Stark Industries and featuring things like instant fingerprint detection. With electroshock defense if someone picks it up that doesn’t match the heroes prints. Garth could only look on quietly as they started to enter the doors. In awe of finally seeing the incredible building up close. He had always seen it, heard about it from his mentor, but seeing it in person was an entirely different beast. “Of course, with your new memberships, you now have full access to the gym…” Captain America had taken the young heroes personally to explore the headquarters. “Of course the library as well.” As they came in Captain America gave a welcoming gesture to the small crowd. “Go ahead take a seat, make yourselves at home.” Garth quickly took a seat in one of the leather chairs in the room, already very much enjoying himself as he leaned back, man this thing was comfy. Before Captain America could continue Batman, Green Arrow, as well as some other more grown heroes came up. “Before we get too far ahead of ourselves, we need to have a debriefing on this subject matter Wolverine wants to go into.” Batman reminded Captain America. “Alright very well.” The Captain had turned to Batman and the others, Garth remembering instantly what the topic was. “Weapon X…” He muttered to himself quietly. | Real name: Robert "Bobby" DrakeAlias: Ice-ManAge: 15Appearance: Costume: Same as above.Personality: Witty, Caring, HeadstrongBrief bio: Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to William Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection. The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men.Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby. After Bobby turned him down the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman' Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl.Iceman quickly befriended Beast, however, he remained self-conscious regarding the fact that he was the youngest member of the group. Iceman's lighthearted approach to disaster marked him as the comedian of the group, and eased tension among his teammates. Bobby's rudimentary control of his abilities caused his appearance to be snowman-like, rather than the almost transparent ice version of his later years.After it was revealed that Professor Xavier lied to his students, having faked his death, Bobby angrily quit the team. Later, after hearing his former teammates were in trouble, Bobby traveled to the Savage Land where he stumbled into a conflict between Sauron and Magneto. Sauron erased Bobby's memories of the encounter.Bobby has now joined the Young Justice team, hoping to make a difference with others of his age group. He maintains his comedic attitude in the face of danger.Yeah, the Abilities section was pretty long (it was copied from the Wiki page for him. A bit pathetic, I know.) so I put it inside a hider so that it wouldn't take up too much space.
Yeah I personally don't really like seeing people just quote wikipedia like this. Makes it feel like you don't want to put the thought and care into it, really make the character theirs. I'm not going to dismiss it altogether over this though. But if you're going to do it, can you at least clean it up of the annotation links?
Real name: Barbra GordonAlias: BatgirlAge: 16Appearance: Costume: ^Abilities: Personality: genius, naive, determinedBrief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened.
Well of course she's before the spinal cord stuff... Batgirl would be kind of useless in a wheelchair besides being Oracle.
Uh yeah I'll accept her. |
55,551 | 1,522 | 21 | 173 | 25 | “Alright Bucky.” Roy said holding his upper arm with his left hand, trying to rub the soreness away. “Just thought I’d say hi.” He muttered to himself before sighing. The guy clearly still needed time. As Roy turned around he bumped into Kate, who had been staring up at the giant Hank’s backside. “Watch where you’re oh… It’s you.” She said. Roy and Kate stared at each other before laughing and fist bumping. “I see you met Bucky.” She said. Roy shook his head. “If you could say that…” Roy said. Kate just shrugged. “Clint said he’s still suffering culture shock. Or maybe he just doesn’t like you.” She said teasing. Roy brushed her off before they were called up and forced to stand on a stage while Cap and Superman took turns making the same long speech about “The New Generation of Justice.” Roy looked at the others; the only one who seemed like they wanted to give a speech was Garth. Not that he could see the look on Spider Man’s face. Roy just spun a quick yarn, paraphrasing what he and Ollie had talked about when he decided to stop being Green Arrow’s sidekick and become his own hero as Red Arrow. The crowd seemed to eat it up. Even if he heard a few smart-alecky remarks to the effect of “Speedy was such a stupid name anyway… it made no sense!” Roy just returned to his spot in the line and did his best Batman impression. Kate walked up to the podium and shrugged. “I’m not much for making speeches.” Then she turned around and stood next to Spidey. “There you go webhead.” She whispered as the crowd laughed. “Warmed them up for ya.” Finally after the whole thing was over they were given their own ID cards. Roy smiled. “Finally we’re getting somewhere!” He said aloud, twirling it in his fingers. Before admiring the holographic image of himself. “Neat…” He said looking at it from different angles. “Of course the library as well.” Captain America said as he showed them around. Roy crossed his arms, he already knew this. “Go ahead take a seat, make yourselves at home.” Roy looked around. Everyone had taken a seat. There was a muffled sound as he looked at one of the chair, it had been Kate. “It was the chair I swear.” She said to no one in particular. Roy just looked at the adults. Superman, Batman, Cap, Iron Man, Hawkeye and GA among others were clearly up to something. “…We need to have a debriefing on this subject matter Wolverine wants to go into.” Batman reminded Captain America. “Alright very well.” The Captain nodded. Roy felt anger surge through him. He knew this wasn’t the real HQ. Iron Man was just about to open a door marked “Justice League Members Only” Roy clenched his fists and took a few steps forward past the chairs. “THAT’S IT?” He said loud enough to break the silence and the adults all turned to look at him. Roy stood his ground and looking at GA in particular. “You promised us a real look inside. Not a glorified backstage pass!” “It’s a first step. You’ve been granted access few others get…” Aquaman said in a matter of fact manner. Roy rose an eyebrow before looking up at the large glass window full of tourists and their flashing cameras. “Oh really? WHO CARES WHAT SIDE OF THE GLASS WE’RE ON?” Roy shouted, gesturing at the window. GA stepped forward. “Roy… You just need to be patient…” He said, trying to defuse the situation. “What I need is respect. You’re still treating me like a kid!” “Speedy I…” GA said, fumbling his words. “AH! I knew it!” Roy shouted and pointing at him. “If you had it your way I’d still be sharpening your arrows!” Roy growled. “Red Arrow. “ Boomed a voice. “Blowing up like this is not going to help you.” It was Captain America. He put his arm in front of GA to stop him taking another step. The ‘good captain’ had a very intense stare; Roy gulped as he could see where Bucky had got it from. “You may think you’re ready, Green Arrow highly recommended you for membership. But you must understand…” Cap said with authority. Roy’s nostrils flared, Cap was talking down to him. He hated being talked down to. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,552 | 1,522 | 22 | 2,202 | 2,029 | James Buchanan Barnes Bucky Speech? I Just Got Here The day suddenly turned a rather slow note, one Bucky was content to stay completely silent for. He kept his eyes on the others, quietly and attentively taking in their own view on the situation at hand, and in turn their personalities. This was an interesting bunch full of aspiring heroes, maybe a little too much on the immature side. Some weren't taking this as seriously as he supposed they should have. Wasn't this supposed to be a big deal? But, Bucky wouldn't say anything, and how could he standing their looking like a ruffled up guard dog, waiting for his shift to be over so he can find a nice spot to chew a bone or something of that caliber. Whatever. He wasn't in the mood for coming up with any better allegories, especially with his Captain droning on, and on over this whole initiative deal. The public got it, so there was no need to continue to personify the glory and freedom that these young lads and lasses would hold up and the something or other with the virtue of the entire nation and world and what-have-you. Bucky frankly could care less after the first round of his "USA! USA! USA!" speech. Not that he didn't care that he was upholding some nifty values and protecting the lives of the innocent, but when you go on and on about it, it tends to nullify any excitement one might have had beforehand. Of course, now they were supposed to give the crowd a little something in return, as if to introduce themselves to the collective. Bucky wasn't one for speeches and certainly not of the caliber or grandiosity of either the Captain or Superman. In fact, when it was his turn to say something, Bucky sauntered up to the podium, gave one look at the crowd, shrugged, and turned away, much to the public's dismay. Did they really need another hero to put upon their walls? Was it necessary with all of them already spread across the entire world? Honestly, Bucky would rather not have so much publicity and would rather do his job both by himself and in a privacy only he can provide. Apparently, now that he was apart of the team, neither of those things were going to happen. Not that he could complain, lest he incur the wrath of Steve on a bad day. As they passed through, Bucky lulled into his own fantasies, letting things drift by as they were spoken or showed to them and nodding when necessary. It was necessary he pay that much attention, as he had no intention of doing anything outside his room, the kitchen, and the gym on days off. But, what did spur a teeny bit of interest was Roy's outburst and his inherent dislike of anyone's condescending tone. Guess the kid didn't realize that they were all still technically kids... inexperienced and not lacking the skill that their superiors had. It brought a slight smirk to Bucky's face, especially when Roy's scene had tested Steve's patience. "You're certainly acting like one," Bucky chimed in at the 'kid' retort, rolling his eyes and finding his place against a wall, "Best not to sugar coat it, Steve, we're all ears. I certainly don't give two craps how you treat us; just don't lie." "Bucky..." Captain turned his attention away from Roy for a moment. "No, no," Bucky shook his head as he spoke, "I'm being serious: give it to us straight. Unlike prissy britches over here, we can take it. We're kids. We don't have a lick of experience compared to you guys, so don't sugar coat it with your 'Greater Good' talk and act like your our parent. Mine are long dead and I certainly don't need someone acting like my father." "James Buchanan Barnes," Captain stood at his max height as he looked down at Bucky. "There you go again. I don't need this... shit, Steve. You can treat me like a kid all you want, but you can't treat me like your kid," Bucky hissed, pushing himself off the wall and turning to walk into the hallway, "Come get me when you decide to tell us the important crap. I'm done playing hero." --- William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan That Escalated Quickly "Uh, you can call me Billy," Billy introduced himself, slightly taken back by the Ant-Man's bravado. But this was the Ant-Man he was talking to, so almost in an instant his fanboy was showing. Though, he stuffed all the giddiness deep down, even if it was relatively hard next to Hank and Spidey, just to be able to grab his hand and shake it. Someone heard about him? Really? Holy Jesus. "You... you heard of me?" Billy voiced his thoughts, trying to hide his ecstatic smile, "That's amazing. I mean, I've heard of you, and Spidey, and Batgirl, and Aqualad, and... and you get the gist. I'm sorry, I get excited when I meat actual heroes." His giddiness was immediately shut up by the commencement of the press conference, to which he paid extremely close attention toward. That and how tight Captain America's suit was. Whoa, Billy, calm down... he thought, taking in a sharp inhale as he turned his attention back to the crowd. He could very well listen better this way. And oh, did it send shivers down his spine. He was an actual hero now. Amazing. Not even. More like—he simply couldn't express himself. But, this was it and boy did it feel great to be standing up there instead of down there. Billy was just as much a part of this team as any of the others, no more or less, of course he didn't at all feel on par with anyone else, despite that. Speeches, though? They were supposed to what? That took a turn for the worst. "Uh," he muttered as it was soon his turn to step up to the podium, "I didn't know we were supposed to make a speech." Staring a little too long at the crowd, Billy raised his arms up in defeat and did his best to smile, albeit sheepishly. "Sorry, folk, don't got anything," he spoke shakily before turning and taking his previous position in the line. But, it soon ended and his heated face was no longer in public view as they were finally given access to Justice League HQ, which was beyond anything Billy could have ever imagined. Not only was he displaying his love and affection toward the simple ID given to everyone, he was visually and ecstatically taking in everything they past, from the simplest things like vases and pictures and whatnot, to the grander things. Billy was currently in a world of his own, though he made sure to lag behind a bit, so as not to bug anyone with his incessant touching and ogling. Not the best impression he could make, so he made sure no one was burdened by his need to go crazy over anything and everything superhero-esque. When things finally relaxed and Billy found a nice chair get comfy in, things really didn't get to relax and only escalated further, but on a different spectrum than what Billy's high was currently on. Though, it did bring a deep frown to his face as he looked on. He'd not give input because his opinion didn't necessarily matter, but he felt for Bucky Barnes and even Red Arrow, to some extent. But, he had to agree, they were all still kids, pretty much and there was no sense avoiding that. Billy was only sixteen, for crying out loud and he was certainly acting like it, or was. However, there was certainly more to the debate that was underlined in Red Arrow's tone, though Billy didn't want to pick up on it, nor did he want to chime in like Bucky did. There was no telling how much this was going to carry on, so Billy turned his attention to someone more amiable. Batgirl, looked like she was at least somewhat calm... under her mask... maybe. "Uh... h-hey," he whispered harshly her way, cupping his hands so his voice carried further, "That escalated quickly, huh?" | Real name:
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Alias:
Bucky
Age:
19
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Marksman
Through the beginnings of World War II, Bucky was trained, like every other soldier, to shoot and shoot well. However, Bucky has a natural affinity toward sharpshooting and can accurately hit targets at long distances and whilst movie. He's exceptionally skilled at sniping, though he still has roughly the same lethality with any other firearm. Need someone shot? Need that person shot without the hassle of going through a ton of armed guards? Bucky's your man.
Martial Arts/Hand-to-Hand Combat
Having spent some time in the army, Bucky's been trained in various CQC tactics and has a moderate knowledge of incapacitating an opponent up close. Though, his time, however short it was, with Steve Rogers certainly gave him more knowledge about melee fighting than most people in his squadron. Bucky, though not a master at it, has the means to incapacitate, disarm, and fend for himself should he need to. As well, the recent year has given him time to both adjust to the present world and better train himself.
Peak Human Conditioning
Though, not evident in his small time as a soldier during WWII, the recent year has given Bucky plenty of time to condition himself to his body's maxim and furthering that with more training with Captain America himself. Bucky has the strength, stamina, and agility of a human being very much close to his peak, though it certainly doesn't match that of Batman or Cap. He can certainly do what an average person can't in terms of athleticism and is on par with many of the other young heroes. Among his talents, though, Bucky is extremely equipped to handle stealth and reconnaissance missions. He excels at slipping past enemy lines and back, retrieving things that should be heavily guarded, and essentially going unnoticed on the battlefield until the time would be right to reveal himself.
Bionic Arm
Installed and built by Stark Industries (with the reluctant acceptance of help from Bruce Wayne), Tony Stark fitted and built Bucky and replacement for the arm he lost during his recovery, having been apparently lost to the collapsing of the building he was found deep under. The arm is retrofitted with an assortment of its own abilities and is tailored and wired into Bucky's nervous system. Tony's recent pride and joy—soon to be shadowed by whatever else he has planned—he personally slapped his logo onto it, though this part is unnecessary to detail out. It caused quite a controversy, in which Bucky was thrown into a mix as their personal trophy case; it's been decided that no logo is to be slapped onto his bionic arm, "especially not a dirty Bat Symbol".
Functions
Bucky's arm can do an assortment of things, though it's obvious it has much more use than his actual body and more capacity to do things. Among the many uses, Bucky's arm is able to lift things beyond the normal human capacity, and can pack a mean punch that can even do a number on Cap himself (though not enough to severely harm him). It's tuned to react and respond at inhuman speeds, is equipped with Stark's signature palm blasts, though a definitely weaker version than that of the Iron Man suit and is electrical based, EMP bursts, a built in grappling hook, a la Batman. It's extremely durable and very resistant to all elements, completely immune to anything electrical based, and can is capable of still being able to move should it detach from Bucky.
Brief bio:
Bucky's early life was... at best, not so great. At its worst, it was like living hell. But, that's not what shaped him into the man he was or could be. Time in the war, in training, in living in a complete distraction from his home life, and what he was to do and made to do was what made him the man he is today.
At a young age, James Barnes aspired to be a soldier, a man of the armed forces. Something his father held great respect for. However, at an early age, he lost both parents and a sister, to some extent, and was thrown into a state of being not ordinary for a young kid, such as himself. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier, but he was still old enough and smart enough to try. Finally, he was admitted to basic training where he met an equally eager young man, a Steve Rogers. A meek individual with little to no capacity for anything athletic, it was obvious the man shouldn't have been where he was then, but there was something in Rogers that many men didn't see and if they did, it drove them to jealousy. His courage, his bravery, and his unwavering loyalty and sense of justice was nothing but admiring to Bucky; that was what he wanted to be and what he was there for.
However, despite Bucky and Steve forming an intense bond during their short time together, Steve was taken away from him and placed in a super soldier program he and everyone else was blind to. To Bucky, he was just shipped off to war to unfortunately die. But valiantly, he'd always reassure himself. During this time, Bucky rushed through the months until war was smacked into his face like the rest of those in boot camp. It was then, at an outpost in Britain, that he met Steve again, but a different Steve, a man who looked like he could ram into an ongoing train and win. He became the man he was inside and, though to Bucky, he'd always be the same meek, do-gooder, and tiny Steve he met not months ago. It was then, though, that he found just what his friend's purpose was, though this was to be kept absolute secret; the costumed Captain America couldn't have been the frail Steve Rogers he was, not now, at least.
They didn't see each other much, but the times they spent together was either in further training or in simply relaxing, retelling stories, laughing and being friends. This was short lived, as well, as Bucky found himself at the end of a Nazi gun barrel during a routine scouting mission. From then, he was assumed K.I.A, despite the Captain's relentless search.
It's why it came as a surprise when James Buchanan Barnes was found over half a century later in critical condition, in a supposedly destroyed Nazi submarine somewhere in the icy Oceans above the UK. Around him was the wreckage of the aquatic vehicle, of which he was found in a cryostasis container, partially destroyed and completely drained of power. The submarine's explosion under the deep sea had subsequently taken its toll on Bucky's body, particularly his arm. A large part of the hull had torn apart the container holding him, crushing and tear off part of his arm, though the ice that he was already encased in and the below freezing level of the water he was in was enough to preserve him for the duration of the 20th century and a whole decade and a half of the next.
Still in critical condition, and having been found by S.H.I.E.L.D, his identity had been wrongfully discovered by returning Steve Rogers. Appalled by the sight, he tore away the S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him in a rage, only to be stopped by an equally outraged Nick Fury. After a lengthy discussion, Nick had rightfully given up the recently thawed, but still unconscious, Bucky to Cap and his team. Before awaking, however, Cap commissioned his long time team mates Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne to help equip Bucky with a prosthetic arm. Both heroes went above and beyond through rigorous competition and Tony did the honor of fastening the bionic arm onto Bucky's unconscious figure.
After waking up in the medical center of the JL HQ, Bucky was immediately put into a manic, nearly catatonic state, feeling the shell shock of war and the forceful introduction into a new timeline, a new culture. Once he was calmed by an understanding Captain America and subdued by Superman, Bucky came to terms with what happened to him. Came to terms, but not really accepted his new fate. He spent the subsequent year adjusting to the new times, dealing with the ongoing mental instability of culture shock, and possibly more, and wasting away his time training about twenty-four/seven. It was obvious Bucky wouldn't fit well into the actual world, especially not as an ordinary individual, so the Captain, seeing an opportunity arising, found it best to place him with other like minded individuals. Well, as like minded as was possible. A group of heroes would understand his qualms, though maybe not in the way he feels them, but definitely in their own way. Everyone has some kind of baggage to deal with.
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I might make Wiccan, but before I do, I just wanna make sure if anyone has any intention of taking on Hulkling? Just wanted to know beforehand. :o |
55,553 | 1,522 | 23 | 1,281 | 615 | Some of the others who showed up weren't much for speeches, which didn't leave a good impression on the crowd. Unlike them Batgirl was prepared for giving a speech, she was always prepared for the mission at hand. She talked about how the mask is meant to show that anyone could be behind it, and that you don't need powers to be a hero. Not all too original but it worked. When they were finally allowed to enter they all received little id passes that Batgirl found a bit silly. The picture on the card was pretty useless considering most of them were masked. And the fingerprint detection won't do any good with her gloves on. And she wasn't about to take them off anytime soon. As Captain America gave them the tour Batgirl pretended to pay attention. The facility was nice but she didn't see herself utilizing it that much. When they all finally had a chance to sit down things got loud pretty fast. Both Roy and Bucky got worked up over what Batgirl thought was nothing. Did they really think they were gonna be part of the league just like that? Of course the older heroes were gonna treat them like kids, even Batman does it; which is why Batgirl hardly ever works with him anymore. The way she saw it, its better if they did their own thing rather than try to get into the adults' little club. The only reason she was there was to show the populace that all the good guys were working together. Rather than get caught up in what sounded like very personal arguments between young heroes and their mentors, Batgirl just waved at the window of tourists trying in vain to assure them the team wasn't a complete mess. There was no telling how much this was going to carry on, so Billy turned his attention to someone more amiable. Batgirl, looked like she was at least somewhat calm... under her mask... maybe."Uh... h-hey," he whispered harshly her way, cupping his hands so his voice carried further, "That escalated quickly, huh?" Turning towards WIccan, Batgirl couldn't help but smirk. "It wouldn't be a team without a little drama. Red Arrow has always been hot-headed. Best if you stay on his good side if you know what I mean. Those non-lethal arrows hurt like hell." | Real name: Barbra Gordon
Alias: Batgirl
Age: 16
Appearance:
Costume: ^
Abilities:
Eidetic Memory: "ability to recall images, sounds or objects in memory with great precision"
Computer Expert: She is adept at hacking into databases and other tech related things
Athletics: Skilled at both gymnastics and self defense
Gadgets: Batarang, grappling hook, etc
Personality: genius, naive, determined
Brief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.
Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened. |
55,554 | 1,522 | 24 | 1,177 | 191 | As the brief red carpet meet and greet came to an end Peter nodded at all his compatriots as they were lead to a podium. Listening to Captain America and Superman deliver their speeches sent shivers down Peter's spine, these men were his idols, everything he aspired to be and to hear them address him and the other heroes was a huge honor. While Aqualad delivered a potent speech many of the others seemed to opt-out. The Winter Soldier, Roy Harper, Wiccan and Hawkeye all left the crowd wanting and it was left to Peter to bring them back. As Kate walked past Peter just laughed at her pretending to wipe a tear from his eye "You've got such a way with words." Approaching the podium Peter cleared his throat. "Uh, howdy ladies and jelly-spoons. I'm your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Unlike Hawkeye I actually put effort in and prepared a speech so here goes nothing. Before I was a hero I was told some wise words, and those words have become a mantra of mine. These words were 'with great power comes great responsibility', now that can be taken into any part of your life, through joining this team we all gain in power, yet I personally vow that with this power I will do everything I can to ensure the streets are safe." Peter then did a sort of mock-bow as he backed away from the podium. As they were handed they're security pass Peter fumbled to try and attach it to his costume eventually finding a way to stick it on sideways adjacent to his trademark emblem. Sitting in a small leather chair Peter attempted to stay out of the drama Red Arrow and WInter Soldier were causing. As Roy yelled about not being kids anymore Peter felt a slight sense of deja-vu. "At least while we're in this team we're not getting shot at by the cops, those guys really need to learn to ask questions first." | Real name: Peter Parker
Alias: Spider-Man
Age: 17
Appearance:
Costume:
Abilities:
Peter possesses several spider-like traits in his physiology such as his ability to cling to any surface using his limbs, this allows him to climb walls and move along other vertical surfaces. Peter has a sixth sense that takes the form of a tingling within his skull, this allows him to determine when he is in danger and where it is coming from, this allows him to use his super-human reflexes to dodge incoming attacks from assailants.
Peter has the relative strength of a spider allowing him to lift cars with ease, this strength also allows him to jump extreme heights. Peter is a child prodigy when it comes to bio-chemistry and through working off his fathers work he has constructed 'web shooters' that propel an adhesive similar to that of a spider's silk, this allows him to swing on this web and use it in the form of projectiles along side several other practical uses.
Brief bio: For as long as Peter can remember he'd lived with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. Peter was generally ordinary his grades were slightly above average in all subjects bar biology which had an affinity for. Peter was often bullied by his fellow students for being a 'nerd' or being 'weak' while all of these statements were true; Peter was due for big changes in his life.
While on a field trip to Oscorp Peter wandered astray from his group to find himself in a strange room filled with silk fibers. A single spider descended on it's web and bit the adolescent. The next morning Peter woke up on the roof of the empire estate building after the strangest dream, he quickly realized what had happened. Originally abusing his powers Peter avoided fighting crime until this negligence lead to the death of his uncle. Now motivated by the loss of his only father figure and desperate to help all those in need he protects New York as Spider-Man. |
55,555 | 1,522 | 25 | 173 | 25 | “I suppose it’s easy to be a smart ass when you don’t want to be here.” Roy called to Bucky. Breaking the glaring contest the Captain and Bucky were having. Kate made herself comfortable; before looking over at Spidey as he spoke. “That actually makes sense webhead.” She said. Realizing the two were sitting next to each other. She shifted her focus back the group in the middle. Roy stormed over to Bucky. “I’m sure the good Captain hasn't told you a lot of things.” Roy said with an air of smugness. “I assume he also neglected to tell you this whole building is just a front for tourists?” “ROY!” GA shouted. “Oh? Go on Red…” Hawkeye chuckled. “Did Green Arrow tell you something he wasn’t supposed to?” “Oooooohh!” Kate said tapping her fingers together, getting giddy. Steve was not looking at them; he had turned his attention to Oliver. On either side of him was Hawkeye, trying not to laugh and Batman. Ollie just looked at Roy, not wanting to look at either of the other three. “This whole building is just a pit stop, to catch Zeta Beam teleports to the real HQ, an orbiting satellite; called the Watchtower.” At Roy’s statement the room went quiet. Kate’s jaw dropped, followed by Clint smacking Oliver upside the head. “YOU TOLD HIM?!” Clint shouted. Ollie growled Batman had to grab Ollie’s fist to stop him from retaliating. “He did.” Roy said. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,556 | 1,522 | 26 | 694 | 843 | “This whole building is just a pit stop, to catch Zeta Beam teleports to the real HQ, an orbiting satellite; called the Watchtower.” At that moment, Garth could feel his heart shatter in his body. Garth felt something caught in his throat, they were lied too like this?! He couldn’t help but look down at the marbled floor. Trying to make sense of what he heard, or how none of their mentored even tried to deny it. His arms wrapped around his stomach. It wasn’t the fact that they didn’t get full access to the station, Garth had a feeling going in that would be the case. It was the fact they couldn’t even get full access to the ‘fake’ station. Garth’s hands instinctively wrapped around his waist, he felt like he was going to be sick. Finally he felt a hand pat him on the shoulder, it was Aquaman, kneeling over. “I’m sorry Garth, I tried to convince them to give you at least full access.” Aquaman quietly told him, as Garth groaned. “Just, you couldn’t even…” Garth couldn’t wrap his head around what he was finding out. “You lied to me father, I never thought you even had it in you…” Garth told his mentor. “I thought I was finally at the pinnacle, you couldn’t even tell me I was on some measly stepladder to the pinnacle…” Aquaman couldn’t respond, clearly he didn’t know what to say. Quietly he just wrapped his arms around Garth’s cold shoulders. “We’ll talk about it later Garth, but I tried. I really did.” He told his adopted son, leaving him to stew as he tried to help keep Ollie and Clint from killing one another. | Real name: Robert "Bobby" DrakeAlias: Ice-ManAge: 15Appearance: Costume: Same as above.Personality: Witty, Caring, HeadstrongBrief bio: Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to William Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection. The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men.Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby. After Bobby turned him down the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman' Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl.Iceman quickly befriended Beast, however, he remained self-conscious regarding the fact that he was the youngest member of the group. Iceman's lighthearted approach to disaster marked him as the comedian of the group, and eased tension among his teammates. Bobby's rudimentary control of his abilities caused his appearance to be snowman-like, rather than the almost transparent ice version of his later years.After it was revealed that Professor Xavier lied to his students, having faked his death, Bobby angrily quit the team. Later, after hearing his former teammates were in trouble, Bobby traveled to the Savage Land where he stumbled into a conflict between Sauron and Magneto. Sauron erased Bobby's memories of the encounter.Bobby has now joined the Young Justice team, hoping to make a difference with others of his age group. He maintains his comedic attitude in the face of danger.Yeah, the Abilities section was pretty long (it was copied from the Wiki page for him. A bit pathetic, I know.) so I put it inside a hider so that it wouldn't take up too much space.
Yeah I personally don't really like seeing people just quote wikipedia like this. Makes it feel like you don't want to put the thought and care into it, really make the character theirs. I'm not going to dismiss it altogether over this though. But if you're going to do it, can you at least clean it up of the annotation links?
Real name: Barbra GordonAlias: BatgirlAge: 16Appearance: Costume: ^Abilities: Personality: genius, naive, determinedBrief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened.
Well of course she's before the spinal cord stuff... Batgirl would be kind of useless in a wheelchair besides being Oracle.
Uh yeah I'll accept her. |
55,557 | 1,522 | 27 | 1,651 | 1,289 | Jubilee took out her camera as each hero made their speech. She knew she could watch it on TV later but she wanted her own version. Captain America and Superman both gave excellent speeches, though she did prefer Captain America but then again she was bias against Superman. Then she watch what could be describe as an epic failure. She watch as several heroes maybe terrible speeches, hell Spider-man speech was one of the better ones, though it didn't compare to how great Batgirl speech was. The speech that really annoyed her was Wiccan speech. He was mutant and was representing every other mutant out there and he basically said he didn't have a speech ready. By Dracula Blood, Jubilee could make a better speech on the spot. She took out her cellphone and started to talk to her friends who were mutants to see if any of them had Wiccan cell phone number. She was so furious she didn't even pay attention to Robin speech. Once all the Heroes had finish there speeches the went inside. Jubilee followed the crowd, Logan had given her an all access pass, well all access for a non member. It was a nice change, there was no sunlight and thus she could remove her hat and sunglasses. She was on the tourist side of the look glass and still on her phone. “Thank You.” said Jubilee as she closed her phone and then began to dial Wiccan cellphone number that she had just gotten from one of her friends. She then waited for him to pick up and began to watch what was going on inside. It seemed they were having a debate. | Real name: Laura Kinney
Alias: X-23
Age: 16
Costume: Laura doesn't really have a secret identity and thus doesn't wear a costume.
Abilities:
-Healing Factor: A mutant power that allows X-23 to heal an accelerated rate. This allows her to regenerate damage and even destroyed tissue at far greater speed and efficiency. She can reattach limbs and even regrow an entire arm. They also grant her foreign chemical immunity to an extent (massive strong doses can still effect her) and disease immunity.
-Super-humanly Acute Senses: Her senses can be compared to certain animals, she can see in the dark and track people by there scents. She can also hear at much greater distance and hear sounds that regular humans couldn't.
-Bone Claws: X-23 has 2 Bone Claws that come out of each of her hand and one blow claw that comes out of each of her foots. These claws are lace with Adamantium, making them effectively unbreakable. Do note however the rest of her bones are not and thus the rest of her bones can be broken.
Living Weapon: Although not a power, she is highly trained in Covert Ops, Tracking, Martial Arts, Acrobats and is Multilingual.
Personality: Martyr, Quiet, Angry
Brief bio: X-23 was created by a top-secret program trying to replicate the Weapon X project. Unable to create a male clone of Wolverine, they created a female clone of Wolverine by the suggestion of Doctor Kinney. During X-23 years in the program she was trained to be a ruthless killer with no sense of identity. She was sent on missions to kill targets that the program had been paid to eliminate. In order to make sure she would always kill her target she was given a trigger scent, when exposed to a trigger scent it would send her into a killing frenzy. Every mission they gave her, every time limit they gave her, she beat.
Doctor Kinney saw X-23 as her own child and thus set in motion a plan to free X-23 and become a family that would live a quiet life. She managed to free X-23 and met X-23 outside the facility. Yet just as they were about to escape, X-23 killed Doctor Kinney as the director of the program had sprayed the Doctor with the trigger scent just before the escape.
Now finally free and able to think for her own, X-23 went to find the man who she blame responsible for her creation, Wolverine. She track him down and when he was finally alone she engage him in combat. Using tactics and her speed she manage to defeat Wolverine who had been holding back. Wolverine explained how he had received a letter from Doctor Kinney and that he was now the only family she had. As X-23 began to calm but before she could finish talking to Wolverine she was taken down by Captain America who arrested her.
She was interrogated by Captain America and after revealing her past and everything she had done, Captain America wanting her to face justice decided to let her go, knowing she was just be used as a weapon by S.H.I.E.L.D.
X-23 joined the X-men for a bit but Wolverine realizing she didn't fit in and needed better role models called in a few favours. |
55,558 | 1,522 | 28 | 1,281 | 615 | When the watchtower's existence was brought up, a lot of things suddenly made sense. Why the building they were in wasn't heavily guarded, and where all that money in Bruce's secret Swiss bank account went. She just assumed he was making a Bat-Rocket or something, well she wasn't too far off. Unlike the others Batgirl wasn't upset, she was used to having secrets kept from her; just another quirk of being part of the Bat-family. Instead she just gave Batman a knowing look as she waited for the others to finish whatever they were doing. | Real name: Barbra Gordon
Alias: Batgirl
Age: 16
Appearance:
Costume: ^
Abilities:
Eidetic Memory: "ability to recall images, sounds or objects in memory with great precision"
Computer Expert: She is adept at hacking into databases and other tech related things
Athletics: Skilled at both gymnastics and self defense
Gadgets: Batarang, grappling hook, etc
Personality: genius, naive, determined
Brief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.
Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened. |
55,559 | 1,522 | 29 | 1,281 | 615 | ~Glitch | Real name: Barbra Gordon
Alias: Batgirl
Age: 16
Appearance:
Costume: ^
Abilities:
Eidetic Memory: "ability to recall images, sounds or objects in memory with great precision"
Computer Expert: She is adept at hacking into databases and other tech related things
Athletics: Skilled at both gymnastics and self defense
Gadgets: Batarang, grappling hook, etc
Personality: genius, naive, determined
Brief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.
Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened. |
55,560 | 1,522 | 30 | 2,202 | 2,029 | William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan Holy Smokes Batman! "Huh, yeah," Wiccan nodded, "I guess so." But, maybe Roy wasn't just hot headed. Wiccan frowned at his sudden outburst and the spilling of some juicy secrets. It wasn't too much of an issue for him, especially since he understood that they were still kids and being an actual superhero, doing things like stopping Doomsday or Apocalypse from consuming the entire world was far above their league—and pay grade. Billy just wondered why they kept it a secret. Why not just come clean to 'em? That was the ultimate reason he frowned, but aside from that all he could do was nod in understanding. Roy just reacted to things with a little more emotion and bravado than most of the others and he could see the realization twisting on Bucky's face, but from where Billy sat, he seemed to realize and understand the situation better than Roy. To Billy, it only strengthened his self-conscious feelings about himself, though it didn't show on his face. Of course he wasn't worthy of seeing the actual League base and he might never be. "Well," Billy spoke up, looking around nervously, "The only issue I can see here is lying to our faces. But, hey, we are still kids. I heard Red Arrow's voice crack just a second ago!" Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by a violent buzzing in his pant's pocket. Who could have been calling him at such an important time? Oh, maybe his parents saw the news that afternoon. And maybe they were going to reprimand him, disown him or... or something. Billy could only swallow the lump forming in his throat as he jumped up and found a quiet place in the corner of the room. He didn't want to leave completely, especially when he... kinda enjoyed the drama currently happening. Billy looked down at his phone and let out a huge sigh of relief. And unknown caller and definitely not his parents about to condemn him for being a mutant. "Hello? Who is this and how can I help you?" he mumbled into the receiving end of his touch phone, just realizing he should be slightly perplexed at having been called by a random stranger. How did this person even get his number? Was it... a bad guy? Already? Holy crap... --- James Buchanan Barnes Bucky Better Than Nothing At All The base they were currently standing in wasn't the real one. That kind of made sense. But why keep it a secret? Bucky could only stare at Steve the minute Roy was done accosting him. "I agree with Billy," he finally said, calming slightly, but still disappointed in his Captain, "Why keep it a secret? I'm sure there would only be one person here irked about it. Now it just seems like we're liabilities in Halloween costumes, rather than the children we actually are." His eyes fell onto Red Arrow as he continued his charades. There were way too many secrets being thrown around like they were nothing. How was he, of all people, supposed to adjust to a world that wanted to hide itself from him? Couldn't he have his cake and eat it too, or was that way too much of a hassle? And to think, he really did trust Steve most out of everyone currently alive on the planet. There he went, though, crushing that like it didn't matter. Like he couldn't handle that they were being kept from the real HQ. Billy was right: it was the fact that they kept it a secret from them that was the issue. No one, at least at that moment, seemed to care that they were being put at the kiddy table on Thanksgiving; it was the fact that they were told that the kiddy table was actually the adult table and the the adult table was hidden far, far away from their wondering eyes. Weird analogy, but Bucky wasn't currently at his best. "You know what? I really don't care anymore. If we're liabilities, we're liabilities. Just don't expect much of what you say anymore to hold as much ground as before. I think I speak for everyone when I say that," Bucky threw his hands in the air, directing his words at Steve as he spoke. With that, he left the group to find a nice, quiet place in the supposedly fake headquarters. Maybe to collect his thoughts before they decided to finally give them a mission. At least the building blocked the screaming fans and clicking and flashing cameras that were locked tight outside. Once he found a nice, solitary room, it'd just be him and his thoughts. A very nice change from what just happened to what was went on moments prior. | Real name:
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Alias:
Bucky
Age:
19
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Marksman
Through the beginnings of World War II, Bucky was trained, like every other soldier, to shoot and shoot well. However, Bucky has a natural affinity toward sharpshooting and can accurately hit targets at long distances and whilst movie. He's exceptionally skilled at sniping, though he still has roughly the same lethality with any other firearm. Need someone shot? Need that person shot without the hassle of going through a ton of armed guards? Bucky's your man.
Martial Arts/Hand-to-Hand Combat
Having spent some time in the army, Bucky's been trained in various CQC tactics and has a moderate knowledge of incapacitating an opponent up close. Though, his time, however short it was, with Steve Rogers certainly gave him more knowledge about melee fighting than most people in his squadron. Bucky, though not a master at it, has the means to incapacitate, disarm, and fend for himself should he need to. As well, the recent year has given him time to both adjust to the present world and better train himself.
Peak Human Conditioning
Though, not evident in his small time as a soldier during WWII, the recent year has given Bucky plenty of time to condition himself to his body's maxim and furthering that with more training with Captain America himself. Bucky has the strength, stamina, and agility of a human being very much close to his peak, though it certainly doesn't match that of Batman or Cap. He can certainly do what an average person can't in terms of athleticism and is on par with many of the other young heroes. Among his talents, though, Bucky is extremely equipped to handle stealth and reconnaissance missions. He excels at slipping past enemy lines and back, retrieving things that should be heavily guarded, and essentially going unnoticed on the battlefield until the time would be right to reveal himself.
Bionic Arm
Installed and built by Stark Industries (with the reluctant acceptance of help from Bruce Wayne), Tony Stark fitted and built Bucky and replacement for the arm he lost during his recovery, having been apparently lost to the collapsing of the building he was found deep under. The arm is retrofitted with an assortment of its own abilities and is tailored and wired into Bucky's nervous system. Tony's recent pride and joy—soon to be shadowed by whatever else he has planned—he personally slapped his logo onto it, though this part is unnecessary to detail out. It caused quite a controversy, in which Bucky was thrown into a mix as their personal trophy case; it's been decided that no logo is to be slapped onto his bionic arm, "especially not a dirty Bat Symbol".
Functions
Bucky's arm can do an assortment of things, though it's obvious it has much more use than his actual body and more capacity to do things. Among the many uses, Bucky's arm is able to lift things beyond the normal human capacity, and can pack a mean punch that can even do a number on Cap himself (though not enough to severely harm him). It's tuned to react and respond at inhuman speeds, is equipped with Stark's signature palm blasts, though a definitely weaker version than that of the Iron Man suit and is electrical based, EMP bursts, a built in grappling hook, a la Batman. It's extremely durable and very resistant to all elements, completely immune to anything electrical based, and can is capable of still being able to move should it detach from Bucky.
Brief bio:
Bucky's early life was... at best, not so great. At its worst, it was like living hell. But, that's not what shaped him into the man he was or could be. Time in the war, in training, in living in a complete distraction from his home life, and what he was to do and made to do was what made him the man he is today.
At a young age, James Barnes aspired to be a soldier, a man of the armed forces. Something his father held great respect for. However, at an early age, he lost both parents and a sister, to some extent, and was thrown into a state of being not ordinary for a young kid, such as himself. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier, but he was still old enough and smart enough to try. Finally, he was admitted to basic training where he met an equally eager young man, a Steve Rogers. A meek individual with little to no capacity for anything athletic, it was obvious the man shouldn't have been where he was then, but there was something in Rogers that many men didn't see and if they did, it drove them to jealousy. His courage, his bravery, and his unwavering loyalty and sense of justice was nothing but admiring to Bucky; that was what he wanted to be and what he was there for.
However, despite Bucky and Steve forming an intense bond during their short time together, Steve was taken away from him and placed in a super soldier program he and everyone else was blind to. To Bucky, he was just shipped off to war to unfortunately die. But valiantly, he'd always reassure himself. During this time, Bucky rushed through the months until war was smacked into his face like the rest of those in boot camp. It was then, at an outpost in Britain, that he met Steve again, but a different Steve, a man who looked like he could ram into an ongoing train and win. He became the man he was inside and, though to Bucky, he'd always be the same meek, do-gooder, and tiny Steve he met not months ago. It was then, though, that he found just what his friend's purpose was, though this was to be kept absolute secret; the costumed Captain America couldn't have been the frail Steve Rogers he was, not now, at least.
They didn't see each other much, but the times they spent together was either in further training or in simply relaxing, retelling stories, laughing and being friends. This was short lived, as well, as Bucky found himself at the end of a Nazi gun barrel during a routine scouting mission. From then, he was assumed K.I.A, despite the Captain's relentless search.
It's why it came as a surprise when James Buchanan Barnes was found over half a century later in critical condition, in a supposedly destroyed Nazi submarine somewhere in the icy Oceans above the UK. Around him was the wreckage of the aquatic vehicle, of which he was found in a cryostasis container, partially destroyed and completely drained of power. The submarine's explosion under the deep sea had subsequently taken its toll on Bucky's body, particularly his arm. A large part of the hull had torn apart the container holding him, crushing and tear off part of his arm, though the ice that he was already encased in and the below freezing level of the water he was in was enough to preserve him for the duration of the 20th century and a whole decade and a half of the next.
Still in critical condition, and having been found by S.H.I.E.L.D, his identity had been wrongfully discovered by returning Steve Rogers. Appalled by the sight, he tore away the S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him in a rage, only to be stopped by an equally outraged Nick Fury. After a lengthy discussion, Nick had rightfully given up the recently thawed, but still unconscious, Bucky to Cap and his team. Before awaking, however, Cap commissioned his long time team mates Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne to help equip Bucky with a prosthetic arm. Both heroes went above and beyond through rigorous competition and Tony did the honor of fastening the bionic arm onto Bucky's unconscious figure.
After waking up in the medical center of the JL HQ, Bucky was immediately put into a manic, nearly catatonic state, feeling the shell shock of war and the forceful introduction into a new timeline, a new culture. Once he was calmed by an understanding Captain America and subdued by Superman, Bucky came to terms with what happened to him. Came to terms, but not really accepted his new fate. He spent the subsequent year adjusting to the new times, dealing with the ongoing mental instability of culture shock, and possibly more, and wasting away his time training about twenty-four/seven. It was obvious Bucky wouldn't fit well into the actual world, especially not as an ordinary individual, so the Captain, seeing an opportunity arising, found it best to place him with other like minded individuals. Well, as like minded as was possible. A group of heroes would understand his qualms, though maybe not in the way he feels them, but definitely in their own way. Everyone has some kind of baggage to deal with.
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I might make Wiccan, but before I do, I just wanna make sure if anyone has any intention of taking on Hulkling? Just wanted to know beforehand. :o |
55,561 | 1,522 | 31 | 1,651 | 1,289 | Jubilee the Vampire “It's Jubilee, if you look to the right you'll see me in the crowd.” said Jubilee looking dead serious at Wiccan from the other side of the mirror with all the other tourists. “WHAT KIND OF SPEECH WAS THAT? I could have made one up on the spot that would have been way better. Don't you forgot that you are represent the younger mutants. This was our chance to show the world that teen mutants are responsible and you just blew it. Let's not also forget your representing all other teens as well! What do you have to say for yourself?” ask Jubilee as the crowd was now starting to look at her. Yet these were simply tourists, not news reporters thus she didn't have to worry to much about making a scene. | Real name: Laura Kinney
Alias: X-23
Age: 16
Costume: Laura doesn't really have a secret identity and thus doesn't wear a costume.
Abilities:
-Healing Factor: A mutant power that allows X-23 to heal an accelerated rate. This allows her to regenerate damage and even destroyed tissue at far greater speed and efficiency. She can reattach limbs and even regrow an entire arm. They also grant her foreign chemical immunity to an extent (massive strong doses can still effect her) and disease immunity.
-Super-humanly Acute Senses: Her senses can be compared to certain animals, she can see in the dark and track people by there scents. She can also hear at much greater distance and hear sounds that regular humans couldn't.
-Bone Claws: X-23 has 2 Bone Claws that come out of each of her hand and one blow claw that comes out of each of her foots. These claws are lace with Adamantium, making them effectively unbreakable. Do note however the rest of her bones are not and thus the rest of her bones can be broken.
Living Weapon: Although not a power, she is highly trained in Covert Ops, Tracking, Martial Arts, Acrobats and is Multilingual.
Personality: Martyr, Quiet, Angry
Brief bio: X-23 was created by a top-secret program trying to replicate the Weapon X project. Unable to create a male clone of Wolverine, they created a female clone of Wolverine by the suggestion of Doctor Kinney. During X-23 years in the program she was trained to be a ruthless killer with no sense of identity. She was sent on missions to kill targets that the program had been paid to eliminate. In order to make sure she would always kill her target she was given a trigger scent, when exposed to a trigger scent it would send her into a killing frenzy. Every mission they gave her, every time limit they gave her, she beat.
Doctor Kinney saw X-23 as her own child and thus set in motion a plan to free X-23 and become a family that would live a quiet life. She managed to free X-23 and met X-23 outside the facility. Yet just as they were about to escape, X-23 killed Doctor Kinney as the director of the program had sprayed the Doctor with the trigger scent just before the escape.
Now finally free and able to think for her own, X-23 went to find the man who she blame responsible for her creation, Wolverine. She track him down and when he was finally alone she engage him in combat. Using tactics and her speed she manage to defeat Wolverine who had been holding back. Wolverine explained how he had received a letter from Doctor Kinney and that he was now the only family she had. As X-23 began to calm but before she could finish talking to Wolverine she was taken down by Captain America who arrested her.
She was interrogated by Captain America and after revealing her past and everything she had done, Captain America wanting her to face justice decided to let her go, knowing she was just be used as a weapon by S.H.I.E.L.D.
X-23 joined the X-men for a bit but Wolverine realizing she didn't fit in and needed better role models called in a few favours. |
55,562 | 1,522 | 32 | 173 | 25 | Roy found himself panting. It felt like everyone was more interested in talking behind his back. Roy thought for a moment, his voice didn’t crack before did it…? He glared over at Wiccan, who suddenly pulled out his cell phone. “Alright I may be asking a little much. But GA was kind enough to tell me because he trusts me. I can see it’s not him I should be angry at.” He said. “There’s a reason people keep secrets kid.” Clint said, even though Aquaman was still holding him back. “Said the former S.H.I.E.L.D agent.” GA spat. “Arrow. We’ve talked about this…” Batman growled, in his usual intimidating voice. “I told him because keeping the space station that is orbiting the planet a secret is a stupid idea.” Ollie said. “There I said it.” Ollie added. “OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS! DRAMA BOMB!” Kate half shouted as she waved her arms about. She didn’t really care at this point. But if Roy had made Bucky walk out she was going to make him regret it. Roy looked around the room; he didn’t feel like he was welcome anymore. He had ruined what was meant to the day where everyone took the first step to becoming heroes known the world over. “It’s alright Ollie… I shouldn't have said anything.” Roy said. “Clearly I’m not ready to be part of a team.” “Roy…” Ollie said. “You’re welcome here.” “I wouldn’t say that…” Hawkeye interrupted before Aquaman twisted his arm, shutting him up before he could say anything to rile up Ollie. GA just side eyed Clint before walking over to Roy. “We talked about this… being part of this team will be good for you… But if you want to go solo… I won’t stop you…” Oliver said in a fatherly sort of way. Roy thought for a moment. Scanning the room, Batgirl didn't seemed too surprised, it seemed there were plenty of secrets on the Bat side of things… Roy couldn’t help but frown when he looked at Spidey. He couldn't trust the guy so long as his face was covered. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,563 | 1,522 | 33 | 694 | 843 | Aqualad could already feel his headache growing from all the drama unloading, his sadness devolving into more annoyance. He had seen Roy being in this mindset, and he knew exactly what Roy was considering as the next plan of action. Getting up from his chair he quickly got up to Roy, pulling him around so they were face to face. “Roy, before you say another word, listen to me.” Garth told Roy, looking at him with his piercing black eyes. He spoke quietly and carefully, not trying at all to get into Roy’s already frayed nerves. “What they did was inexcusable. No one would deny that.” Garth confirmed to him. “But if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking. You need to stop for a moment, we can go outside, take a breather, just give us a moment a relax.” When Garth tried to get Roy to move though it felt like Roy’s feet were stuck to the ground like concrete. “Come on Roy, stop and think here.” Garth sighed a bit getting back face to face. “Don’t do something you might regret. We can prove ourselves to them just give it a bit of time.” | Real name: Robert "Bobby" DrakeAlias: Ice-ManAge: 15Appearance: Costume: Same as above.Personality: Witty, Caring, HeadstrongBrief bio: Robert "Bobby" Louis Drake was born in Floral Park, Long Island, New York to William Robert Drake and Madeline Beatrice Bass-Drake. Bobby first discovered his mutant abilities at a young age when he found himself unable to stop feeling cold and shivering.A school bully named Rocky Beasely had convinced his gang to attack Bobby and Judy Harmon, his girlfriend at the time. Bobby panicked and encased Rocky in ice, saving Judy, but revealing his abilities to his peers. Believing Bobby to be a dangerous mutant, the people of his town, Fort Washington, organized a lynch mob. The mob broke into the Drake household and overpowered them. The local sheriff noticed that things were getting out of hand and took Bobby into custody for his own protection. The story made its way to Professor Charles Xavier, founder of the X-Men.Xavier sent Scott Summers (Cyclops) to recruit Bobby. After Bobby turned him down the two mutants got into a brief scuffle before the mob caught up with them. The mob was stringing Scott and Bobby up to be hanged when Professor X used his telepathic abilities to erase their memories. Grateful for saving his life and yearning to be like Scott, Bobby enrolled in Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and become the second member of the X-Men. There, the X-Men were tutored by Professor X and trained in the use of their powers in the Danger Room. As 'Iceman' Bobby learned to control his abilities in order to protect a world that feared and hated him for being different alongside Cyclops, Angel, Beast, and Marvel Girl.Iceman quickly befriended Beast, however, he remained self-conscious regarding the fact that he was the youngest member of the group. Iceman's lighthearted approach to disaster marked him as the comedian of the group, and eased tension among his teammates. Bobby's rudimentary control of his abilities caused his appearance to be snowman-like, rather than the almost transparent ice version of his later years.After it was revealed that Professor Xavier lied to his students, having faked his death, Bobby angrily quit the team. Later, after hearing his former teammates were in trouble, Bobby traveled to the Savage Land where he stumbled into a conflict between Sauron and Magneto. Sauron erased Bobby's memories of the encounter.Bobby has now joined the Young Justice team, hoping to make a difference with others of his age group. He maintains his comedic attitude in the face of danger.Yeah, the Abilities section was pretty long (it was copied from the Wiki page for him. A bit pathetic, I know.) so I put it inside a hider so that it wouldn't take up too much space.
Yeah I personally don't really like seeing people just quote wikipedia like this. Makes it feel like you don't want to put the thought and care into it, really make the character theirs. I'm not going to dismiss it altogether over this though. But if you're going to do it, can you at least clean it up of the annotation links?
Real name: Barbra GordonAlias: BatgirlAge: 16Appearance: Costume: ^Abilities: Personality: genius, naive, determinedBrief bio: Barbra is smart enough to pursue any career she wanted, but always wanted to be a cop like her father, despite her father forbidding her to do so. One Halloween a party she was attending was attacked by Killer Moth who was looking to rob the place. Barbra was, conveniently enough, in a Batman costume. And thus Batgirl was born. Throughout her short career she would make several allies and enemies. Batman, most obviously, welcomed her into his circle and supplies her with gadgets and other supplies. Black Canary became somewhat of a mentor to Barbra after helping her in a fight with Killer Moth and Firefly. Barbra also developed a strong friendship with Kara Zor-El (aka Supergirl) and Donna Troy (aka Wonder Girl). Despite her age and eligibility, she never became a member of the Teen Titans. In fact, the only group she was ever affiliated with was the Birds of Prey, and even then she was only a temporary member.Note: This version of Batgirl is before the whole Killing Joke / spinal cord damage thing happened.
Well of course she's before the spinal cord stuff... Batgirl would be kind of useless in a wheelchair besides being Oracle.
Uh yeah I'll accept her. |
55,564 | 1,522 | 34 | 2,202 | 2,029 | William "Billy" Kaplan Wiccan That Lady Beyond the Windowsill What was going on? Billy could only blink as he turned toward the window, all the commotion still raging behind him. He could barely catch Jubilee's fragmented words, already going at a pace Billy couldn't quite follow. How'd she even get his number? At the moment, everything seemed to be beyond him and he was either frantically lost in everything or in his own little bubble observing. There was a low chance he was the latter. But, even coming to terms with the panic surrounding him didn't quite help Billy grasp the situation. Nonetheless, he gave Jubilee a frown from where he could see her, a somewhat tiny pillar in front of a large crowd. She was currently the only with a phone to her ears and not stretched out in front to take pictures, so it wasn't that difficult to spot her. It did take some time, time he spent simply breathing into the phone. "Sorry," he breathed, using the end of his palm to rub his eye, "I didn't catch anything from that that I could make into coherent sentences, other than the name. Could you possibly repeat that?" Pausing for a moment, he glanced back at Roy when things begin to die down a tad. "Could you tell me how you got my phone number again?" he inquired, suddenly arching a brow and frowning. Whoever this lady was, she seemed quite eccentric and more like a teenager than any of the people currently talking behind him—Roy had surprisingly toned down a tad and looked more like a distraught puppy than anything else. But, Billy shook his head and pressed himself against the windowsill as his eyes searched once again for Jubilee. | Real name:
James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes
Alias:
Bucky
Age:
19
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Marksman
Through the beginnings of World War II, Bucky was trained, like every other soldier, to shoot and shoot well. However, Bucky has a natural affinity toward sharpshooting and can accurately hit targets at long distances and whilst movie. He's exceptionally skilled at sniping, though he still has roughly the same lethality with any other firearm. Need someone shot? Need that person shot without the hassle of going through a ton of armed guards? Bucky's your man.
Martial Arts/Hand-to-Hand Combat
Having spent some time in the army, Bucky's been trained in various CQC tactics and has a moderate knowledge of incapacitating an opponent up close. Though, his time, however short it was, with Steve Rogers certainly gave him more knowledge about melee fighting than most people in his squadron. Bucky, though not a master at it, has the means to incapacitate, disarm, and fend for himself should he need to. As well, the recent year has given him time to both adjust to the present world and better train himself.
Peak Human Conditioning
Though, not evident in his small time as a soldier during WWII, the recent year has given Bucky plenty of time to condition himself to his body's maxim and furthering that with more training with Captain America himself. Bucky has the strength, stamina, and agility of a human being very much close to his peak, though it certainly doesn't match that of Batman or Cap. He can certainly do what an average person can't in terms of athleticism and is on par with many of the other young heroes. Among his talents, though, Bucky is extremely equipped to handle stealth and reconnaissance missions. He excels at slipping past enemy lines and back, retrieving things that should be heavily guarded, and essentially going unnoticed on the battlefield until the time would be right to reveal himself.
Bionic Arm
Installed and built by Stark Industries (with the reluctant acceptance of help from Bruce Wayne), Tony Stark fitted and built Bucky and replacement for the arm he lost during his recovery, having been apparently lost to the collapsing of the building he was found deep under. The arm is retrofitted with an assortment of its own abilities and is tailored and wired into Bucky's nervous system. Tony's recent pride and joy—soon to be shadowed by whatever else he has planned—he personally slapped his logo onto it, though this part is unnecessary to detail out. It caused quite a controversy, in which Bucky was thrown into a mix as their personal trophy case; it's been decided that no logo is to be slapped onto his bionic arm, "especially not a dirty Bat Symbol".
Functions
Bucky's arm can do an assortment of things, though it's obvious it has much more use than his actual body and more capacity to do things. Among the many uses, Bucky's arm is able to lift things beyond the normal human capacity, and can pack a mean punch that can even do a number on Cap himself (though not enough to severely harm him). It's tuned to react and respond at inhuman speeds, is equipped with Stark's signature palm blasts, though a definitely weaker version than that of the Iron Man suit and is electrical based, EMP bursts, a built in grappling hook, a la Batman. It's extremely durable and very resistant to all elements, completely immune to anything electrical based, and can is capable of still being able to move should it detach from Bucky.
Brief bio:
Bucky's early life was... at best, not so great. At its worst, it was like living hell. But, that's not what shaped him into the man he was or could be. Time in the war, in training, in living in a complete distraction from his home life, and what he was to do and made to do was what made him the man he is today.
At a young age, James Barnes aspired to be a soldier, a man of the armed forces. Something his father held great respect for. However, at an early age, he lost both parents and a sister, to some extent, and was thrown into a state of being not ordinary for a young kid, such as himself. He wasn't quite old enough to be a soldier, but he was still old enough and smart enough to try. Finally, he was admitted to basic training where he met an equally eager young man, a Steve Rogers. A meek individual with little to no capacity for anything athletic, it was obvious the man shouldn't have been where he was then, but there was something in Rogers that many men didn't see and if they did, it drove them to jealousy. His courage, his bravery, and his unwavering loyalty and sense of justice was nothing but admiring to Bucky; that was what he wanted to be and what he was there for.
However, despite Bucky and Steve forming an intense bond during their short time together, Steve was taken away from him and placed in a super soldier program he and everyone else was blind to. To Bucky, he was just shipped off to war to unfortunately die. But valiantly, he'd always reassure himself. During this time, Bucky rushed through the months until war was smacked into his face like the rest of those in boot camp. It was then, at an outpost in Britain, that he met Steve again, but a different Steve, a man who looked like he could ram into an ongoing train and win. He became the man he was inside and, though to Bucky, he'd always be the same meek, do-gooder, and tiny Steve he met not months ago. It was then, though, that he found just what his friend's purpose was, though this was to be kept absolute secret; the costumed Captain America couldn't have been the frail Steve Rogers he was, not now, at least.
They didn't see each other much, but the times they spent together was either in further training or in simply relaxing, retelling stories, laughing and being friends. This was short lived, as well, as Bucky found himself at the end of a Nazi gun barrel during a routine scouting mission. From then, he was assumed K.I.A, despite the Captain's relentless search.
It's why it came as a surprise when James Buchanan Barnes was found over half a century later in critical condition, in a supposedly destroyed Nazi submarine somewhere in the icy Oceans above the UK. Around him was the wreckage of the aquatic vehicle, of which he was found in a cryostasis container, partially destroyed and completely drained of power. The submarine's explosion under the deep sea had subsequently taken its toll on Bucky's body, particularly his arm. A large part of the hull had torn apart the container holding him, crushing and tear off part of his arm, though the ice that he was already encased in and the below freezing level of the water he was in was enough to preserve him for the duration of the 20th century and a whole decade and a half of the next.
Still in critical condition, and having been found by S.H.I.E.L.D, his identity had been wrongfully discovered by returning Steve Rogers. Appalled by the sight, he tore away the S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him in a rage, only to be stopped by an equally outraged Nick Fury. After a lengthy discussion, Nick had rightfully given up the recently thawed, but still unconscious, Bucky to Cap and his team. Before awaking, however, Cap commissioned his long time team mates Tony Stark and Bruce Wayne to help equip Bucky with a prosthetic arm. Both heroes went above and beyond through rigorous competition and Tony did the honor of fastening the bionic arm onto Bucky's unconscious figure.
After waking up in the medical center of the JL HQ, Bucky was immediately put into a manic, nearly catatonic state, feeling the shell shock of war and the forceful introduction into a new timeline, a new culture. Once he was calmed by an understanding Captain America and subdued by Superman, Bucky came to terms with what happened to him. Came to terms, but not really accepted his new fate. He spent the subsequent year adjusting to the new times, dealing with the ongoing mental instability of culture shock, and possibly more, and wasting away his time training about twenty-four/seven. It was obvious Bucky wouldn't fit well into the actual world, especially not as an ordinary individual, so the Captain, seeing an opportunity arising, found it best to place him with other like minded individuals. Well, as like minded as was possible. A group of heroes would understand his qualms, though maybe not in the way he feels them, but definitely in their own way. Everyone has some kind of baggage to deal with.
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I might make Wiccan, but before I do, I just wanna make sure if anyone has any intention of taking on Hulkling? Just wanted to know beforehand. :o |
55,565 | 1,522 | 35 | 1,651 | 1,289 | Jubilee the Vampire Jubilee was shock by what she had heard. She couldn't believe it and almost drop her cellphone. “Are you joking? Do you think life is a joke because even the Joker himself wouldn't find this funny. As for this number, I ask some of my friends and I have lots of friends, many who are mutants. Now you mind telling me what you were thinking when you made that speech? You embressed all your fellow mutants and teenagers. How are people going to respect us when you make such terrible speeches for us.” said Jubilee in aggressive voice with her fangs now showing without her realizing it. | Real name: Laura Kinney
Alias: X-23
Age: 16
Costume: Laura doesn't really have a secret identity and thus doesn't wear a costume.
Abilities:
-Healing Factor: A mutant power that allows X-23 to heal an accelerated rate. This allows her to regenerate damage and even destroyed tissue at far greater speed and efficiency. She can reattach limbs and even regrow an entire arm. They also grant her foreign chemical immunity to an extent (massive strong doses can still effect her) and disease immunity.
-Super-humanly Acute Senses: Her senses can be compared to certain animals, she can see in the dark and track people by there scents. She can also hear at much greater distance and hear sounds that regular humans couldn't.
-Bone Claws: X-23 has 2 Bone Claws that come out of each of her hand and one blow claw that comes out of each of her foots. These claws are lace with Adamantium, making them effectively unbreakable. Do note however the rest of her bones are not and thus the rest of her bones can be broken.
Living Weapon: Although not a power, she is highly trained in Covert Ops, Tracking, Martial Arts, Acrobats and is Multilingual.
Personality: Martyr, Quiet, Angry
Brief bio: X-23 was created by a top-secret program trying to replicate the Weapon X project. Unable to create a male clone of Wolverine, they created a female clone of Wolverine by the suggestion of Doctor Kinney. During X-23 years in the program she was trained to be a ruthless killer with no sense of identity. She was sent on missions to kill targets that the program had been paid to eliminate. In order to make sure she would always kill her target she was given a trigger scent, when exposed to a trigger scent it would send her into a killing frenzy. Every mission they gave her, every time limit they gave her, she beat.
Doctor Kinney saw X-23 as her own child and thus set in motion a plan to free X-23 and become a family that would live a quiet life. She managed to free X-23 and met X-23 outside the facility. Yet just as they were about to escape, X-23 killed Doctor Kinney as the director of the program had sprayed the Doctor with the trigger scent just before the escape.
Now finally free and able to think for her own, X-23 went to find the man who she blame responsible for her creation, Wolverine. She track him down and when he was finally alone she engage him in combat. Using tactics and her speed she manage to defeat Wolverine who had been holding back. Wolverine explained how he had received a letter from Doctor Kinney and that he was now the only family she had. As X-23 began to calm but before she could finish talking to Wolverine she was taken down by Captain America who arrested her.
She was interrogated by Captain America and after revealing her past and everything she had done, Captain America wanting her to face justice decided to let her go, knowing she was just be used as a weapon by S.H.I.E.L.D.
X-23 joined the X-men for a bit but Wolverine realizing she didn't fit in and needed better role models called in a few favours. |
55,566 | 1,522 | 36 | 173 | 25 | Roy breathed deeply. Keeping his mouth shut.His throat dry as he went to speak; instead he made a high pitched squeaking sound. He took a few more deep breaths and then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry about my outburst…” He said slowly, his hands shaking. “May we we excused for a moment…?” He asked. GA nodded. Roy gestured for Garth to come with him as he walked out. Roy found an empty room and walked in, glancing around he could see it was empty save a coffee table and some chairs. Roy took off his quiver, dropped it on the floor, put his back against the wall, slid down and buried his hand in his hands. With a deep remorseful sigh he just sat there, eyes closed and shaking his head. He felt like a colossal idiot. Back in other room Kate looked over at the adults. Everything seemed very tense. The only noise was Wiccan talking in muted tones on his cell phone. Green Arrow just crossed arms and looked over at Captain America with an ‘I told you so’ look on his face. Hawkeye went to say something, but a look from Batman kept him quiet. Kate frowned, before leaning over to Peter. “Say something…” She whispered quietly. Superman made his way to centre of the room. Looking like he was about to say something. | Real name: Roy Harper
Alias: Red Arrow
Age: 18
Appearance/Costume:
Abilities:
Expert Marksman: trained by one of the finest archers himself, Green Arrow, his accuracy is matched only by his mentor and a handful of other archers.
Hand to hand combat: trained by GA’s girlfriend Black Canary, Roy has mastered several hand to hand combat techniques. A hard-hitting exercise regime keeps him at peak human condition.
Deductive reasoning: Far from a master detective, Roy does have some detective skills, including tracking from growing up with the Navajo.
Brief bio: Roy was saved from a forest fire that claimed the life of his parents by an elderly Navajo tribesman named Uncle Brave Bow. Brave Bow raised Roy like he was a member of his old tribe. Roy however never felt like he truly belonged. With few friends there was little Roy could do besides practice with the bow. When Brave Bow passed on Roy was taken in by a local orphanage, Roy was 13 and so was much older than most of the children there. Roy would regularly sneak out at night to practice with his bow and Arrow.
One night he stumbled across Green Arrow attempting to foil a robbery being committed by a man who was obsessed with time calling himself the Clock King. He was easily dodging Green Arrow’s arrows. Roy had a major hero worship of Green Arrow and leapt at the chance to help. He fired and pinned the crook to the wall. Green Arrow was baffled, but saw Roy fleeing the scene. Seeing the young man was a major reality check for Green Arrow, who had mostly taken up superheroing for the thrill seeking.
Oliver Queen made the headlines when adopted Roy Harper. Roy wasn’t sure what this rich sap was doing until he was taken to the arrow cave. Roy accepted Oliver’s invitation to become his crime fighting partner. Roy took on the name Speedy, because he was such a quick shot with the bow.
The two made a decent team, but Oliver found it hard to let go of his thrill seeking ways. A few weeks into their partnership Roy went off alone to investigate a LexCorp warehouse. Oliver had suspected Lex Luthor was up to something after withdrawing a business deal from his own company. Roy found himself strapped to an operating table. Roy later learnt they were attempting to amputate his arm. He heard something about cloning but he was too high on painkillers to understand. Green Arrow came to his rescue. The traumatising moment brought the two closer together, Oliver took being a hero, and training Roy as his sidekick much more seriously. Roy also vowed never to go off alone again for next 5 years he was Speedy.
As time went on Green Arrow joined the Justice League and Roy became friends with Wally and Garth. Wally regularly teased him about his name and made fun of his hat. On his 18th birthday Roy decided to give up the mantle of Speedy and became Red Arrow. As Green Arrow was spending more time with the League and couldn’t teach Roy much more they both agreed he was ready to go solo. Roy took the name Red Arrow to honour his mentor and hopefully to stand as his equal someday. |
55,567 | 1,523 | 0 | 1,782 | 150 | Back in his prime, sir Arthur Chastibul would have expected to see gleaming knights riding in on horseback, eager and determined to slay Asaroth and gain favor with the King. They would pull out their enchanted, golden swords and return the land of Olde back to the way it used to be. The rivers would flow fresh clear water again and the mines would be cleared of the monsters that dwelled within. Ash would've became a great city, with Arthur at the helm as mayor. Instead however, he peered at the motley crew from a shattered window, before cautiously taking a step into the deserted street. The only sounds to be heard were his steel tipped boots clacking on the cracked cobblestones and the old cart, creaking silently behind the group.
Quietly he looked over the crew, distaste evident in his tired eyes. He was mildly surprised to find a Templar in the lot of them, wondering just how much misfortune it took to force such a noble to these forsaken lands. "Dirty half breed." Arthur muttered under his breath, eyeing the half vampire like a pawn broker would eye an ugly doll. Finally he glanced over at the priest, quickly taking a step back and tightening his grip on the hilt of his sword. The seal of Shee'l Tor swinging from a chain around his neck. "What's a fucking necromancer doing on a quest to slay a demon. " he said, hatred almost billowing out from him.
Arthur spat a brown glob of something onto the cobblestone before addressing the group. "Right then, so I'm guessing there's no gold plated knight in that cart behind you?" His vain hopes were quickly dashed as with a squeal of protest, the cart turned around and began trundling its way back from whence it came. "Guess not" he muttered quietly before continuing. " c'mon then, let's head to my office. It'll be safer in there. " he gestured toward the slowly setting sun "when the light dies, so does anyone caught outside. " . Quickly Arthur turned on his heel and shouted to the town guard, which as of now only consisted of 2 burly men, one armed with a pitchfork and the other with a farming scythe "keep an eye on that necromancer there! Run him through if he tries anything! " One of the men, whose wife had been eaten in the last zombie attack, aimed a deathly grin at the dark robed figure before nodding silently. The other man, superstitious of all gods but his own, took one look at the grim faced figure and immediately took a couple of steps back. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,568 | 1,523 | 1 | 729 | 2,151 | It had been many a moon's passing since he had seen such a place in such poor, fallen state. Not quite true to its namesake, Father Cross considered, as there was far too much left to be considered the Ash of a village long past its time. No one could argue it was a place anyone would wish to go, without good reason, but then again, they were here for a very good reason. Even if the other two cared for little beyond coin, there was work to be done here. Of course, just as he was about to more closely analyze his peers here, a knight approached them. Considering how little was left here? This man was likely the Sir Arthur Chastibul, and the man's rather disappointed reaction towards the group spoke volumes about the kind of man they were dealing with here.
Firstly, he seemed to have not expected a Templar, holy warrior of a given god, but had nothing to say. Curious, though given the fact that he had yet to ever know the existence of Templars that swore to any God but Borealis and Ragnarok, another lady that would not take kindly to his existence. Nothing new there, he considered with a silent, mental laugh. The disgusted response to the half-breed was, while not surprising, disappointing. Some argued that those of vampiric nature were the daughters of Shee'l Tor, given his common association with the dead and the fact such beings were undead. In fact, undead were mockeries of life, and perversions of death, so most followers of his own God viewed them poorly, more so than the uninitiated outsiders. Yet he could ill afford enemies when so many were ready to take up the mantle, and beings of death and undeath did fall within the realms of Shee'l Tor, distaste aside.
Lastly, the unbridled and unrestrained hate, coupled with a remark on Necromancy, announced the man had finally deigned to notice him. Rather, it solidified such a thing, the quick backstep and grasping of blade announced it first. Rather than make some cheeky remark towards the 'King's Squire', he merely glanced as the orders were given to 'Run him through' should he try anything, and settled on sarcasm instead. "Would that include following you to your office, then?" The sarcastic remark towards such a hateful figure was a common response for him, they hated what they didn't understand, so he would treat them like the children they were. Children hated the unknown, adults found a more reasonable reason than 'I don't know what it is, hate it!' sort of approach. The one man, face twisting into a death's head grin, got a feint smile in return from the priest. Death haunted them all here, and even if he had not arrived to seek out the core problem, a Priest of Shee'l Tor was desperately needed here regardless. The other? God fearing man, fearing any but his own, stepped away from him. Classic response, fear of the unknown, another child in a man's trappings. He found himself speaking to no one in particular, though not muttering since that would earn him a running through. "Death haunts this place, like a living soul haunts a favored tavern, or perhaps a beloved brothel is more apt. It is a fondness, a loving routine of visitation and satisfaction, which is rather clear in your faces."
"Though I must disappoint, despite the trappings, I am no necromancer. While Necromancers carry the name of Shee'l Tor upon their lips, not all of Shee'l Tor's Priests are Necromancers. Just like a Templar and a Warrior. Templars are warriors, though not all warriors are templar." If nothing else, this Priest of Shee'l Tor was a talkative soul, sometimes plain in speech, other times not so much. His tone was calm and intentionally soothing, inviting trust and relaxation despite all received hostility and distrust thus far. His kind were hated and reviled, that was nothing new, but they filled a role most vital, and took solace and pride in such things. Turning his gaze away from the town guard, devastated as it was, he considered this Sir Chastibul and his mannerisms thus far before speaking his next piece, having assumed the man was indeed this 'King's Squire'. "It would be safe to presume this beset village has a problem with the unquiet dead, or, 'King's Squire', is such a thing unfair to presume so soon?" | Name: 'Father' Jericho Cross
Class: Priest
Devotion: Shee'l Tor
Backstory:
Every deity has its priesthood, something readily apparent for gods widely accepted and respected, not so much for the ones more frowned upon or otherwise seen as distasteful. Jericho was born into a family lineage of priests and priestesses for the god Shee'l Tor, a lineage that maintained the rituals and beliefs that such priests of a being representative of shadow and death would hold. To the uninitiated of his homeland, a place he refuses to speak of now, they were oft misidentified as necromancers, defilers of the dead, and treated as such by the far more prevalent God's followers, those of Borealis and Ragnarok. Not that his Cross family ever laid blame at the feet of such beings, merely at the feet of their misguided followers.
Sure enough, Jericho would follow in the footsteps of his family traditions, taking up the mantle of a Priest of Shee'l Tor as every firstborn had before. As was almost traditionally expected, someone found the shrine of Shee'l Tor and went crying to the town, claims of a death cult or worse reaching the ears of the leadership of said town. Trusting in his God, Jericho would find himself escaping the grasping hands of the angry townfolk, their pitchforks and torches casting long shadows that readily hid one who earnestly professed and followed the faith of Shee'l Tor. From here, Jericho would adopt the humble title of Father and wander the land, administering to those that followed a similar creed, but where not priests in and of themselves.
While honing his craft, word would come of a call to arms, of things most foul arising in the Castle Obsidian. While he had little interest in the gold and fame promised, something drew him to this call none the less. Things were amiss, his instincts warning him of things that needed addressed. He could not place what, yet his calling commanded that he go, so with a prayer offered to his God, he would find passage to the aforementioned location within the call to arms. After all, a man who walked with death at one side, shadow at the other, where else would one such as he be found than at a place that reeked of foul intent? |
55,569 | 1,523 | 2 | 1,991 | 4,761 | The Olde now that was a forsaken land if she ever saw one. Alliana quietly looked out the carriage as they neared the hamlet of Ash. Well calling it a hamlet might be an overstatement in her opinion. The place was as rotten away and broken as the rest of these lands. Truthfully there wasn't much hope for this settlement in her opinion. She even found it rather surprising people were still living here, judging by the faint light coming from some windows.
As the carriage had pulled to a halt, she picked her sword and hopped outside with the rest of the people she rode with. A woman templar and a priest of Shee'l Tor of all things. The irony was not escaped on the vampire's mind. In difference from the rest though, she didn't hold any special feelings towards the priest. She simply didn't care about it. She knew the priests were not necromancers, but that was a story for a different time. With her backpack on her back and her sword on her hip she didn't carry much other luggage. The edges of her dress were now getting dirty and wet from the bad weather and the frankly dirty streets. Well it was her fault for dressing in it really. She was going to have to change into her adventuring attire proper before they get anywhere later.
She kept on smiling as Sir Arthur Chastibul appeared and called her a dirty halfbreed. Which while true... was not the way to address someone you just met and someone who's going to fight for you that is. The priest received even less of a good welcome than herself which she found absolutely hilarious. Seriously that were your guards? Two farmers with farming tools? She sighed as they moved towards his office. At least one of the men appeared to have a grasp of not messing with priests be they of Shee'l Tor or not.
“Any words you have will be wasted upon those who don't want to hear them, priest.” She said quietly, not really caring about it much though. As such Alliana simply pulled the hem of her dress a little as to keep it from get it any more dirty while they were getting to the office of this 'fine' gentleman.
“Piece of advice though, get someone to straighten the blade upwards. A battle scythe as they call it... It should at least make your guards more effective. The undead aren't some weeds you need to cut.” She threw in a remark towards Sir Arthur with a smirk.” Unless that is the case and you have no need for us?” She didn't really like his attitude from earlier. | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,570 | 1,523 | 3 | 2,420 | 2,388 | For the briefest moment Kiera was glad to finally stretch her legs after the longest and most tense carriage ride she'd ever been in. For a moment she almost let her guard down knowing that she was finally back in civilisation and would be protected should the half-breed turn or the priest take exception to her. She was quickly disillusioned.
A quick glance around and she realised Borealis' light was a long way from here. She straightened her back and corrected herself. No, she was Borealis' light, and as long as she was here there was hope. The three of them were greeted by a strong, if worn thin looking man who stood with confidence, flanked by two peasants armed with farming tools. She guessed it was pretty easy to look strong when you were the only one with any sort of protection. He regarded the group with a mixture of surprise and disgust, and she took a dislike to the man immediately. What right did he have to mock help, no matter where they came from? Treating darkness with darkness irritated her, but she let it slide for now.
He ushered them in, ominously saying before hand "When the light dies, so does anyone caught outside." She could only guess at what he meant by that, though she'd rather not have to. Before he fully turned around he said to one of his cronies "Keep an eye on that necromancer there! Run him through if he tries anything!". The necromancer surprised her, opting for a light response she'd expect from one of the younger acolytes "Would that include following you to your office, then?" She certainly didn't smile at his comment, but it endeared her towards the man. There were many tales of the monstrous priests of Shee'l Tor, but the small gesture like that definitely seemed at odds with his sombre colours and hooded visage. He also went a length about not in fact being a necromancer, something a Templar like her was aware of already otherwise she would have challenged him before they left.
Kiera moved behind the group, giving a stare down the path they had come from in some forlorn hope that they wouldn't be the only ones to roll up tonight. Alas, all movement along the road had died down, the carriage's frantic pace had carried it far away from this forsaken corner of the world. She followed behind the other two, not willing to turn her back to them just yet. She caught a friendly quip from the vampire “Any words you have will be wasted upon those who don't want to hear them, priest.”. Wise words, Kiera reflected, though the way the half-breed carried herself in a courtly manner made Kiera doubt her place. If she was worried about muddying her frock now what would she be like later?
The next comment surprised her though, the vampire spoke up to Sir Arthur “Piece of advice though, get someone to straighten the blade upwards. A battle scythe as they call it... It should at least make your guards more effective. The undead aren't some weeds you need to cut.”
Kiera took this as her turn "I would listen to her, Sir. She likely has the most experience with the fiends." she gave her response in a guarded fashion, and had no love for this half-breed, but that was a well called suggestion. Well, assuming they had a skilled enough blacksmith to not weaken the metal. She addressed this Arthur again, "So we're all you've got so far? I would have thought my kind would flock to a call like this." | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,571 | 1,523 | 4 | 510 | 53 | If there was one thing Barrington had to say about the land around them it was opportunity, also inhospitable and dour, but beyond that he saw a place where his talents might be quite appreciated. The cart ride was admittedly less than comfortable for him having crammed some of his blueprints or other documents nearby for quick access though it was an acceptable loss for the cost of preparation. The inventor was the last one to exit the carriage scrambling to replace the papers in some order before exiting the ramshackle transport to unload the rest of his belongings quickly. He had no intention of forgetting any of his gadgets this time, never usually ended well for the unknowing recipients so better to prevent any accidents ahead of time. In the meantime he kept ears open as to what was being said by his compatriots as well as who he presumed to be one Arthur Chastibul mentioned on the parchment.
Certainly wasn't a welcoming greeting the others received despite the travel to what equaled a large shanty town in its condition that had wanted help in the first place though said condition led him to believe things had not been going well up until now. Honestly he suspected a joke on the part of Kessel given just who they all were as this just the sort of thing a god of luck with a sense of humor would delight in making. However his two less 'savory' companions certainly did not lack for wit or sharp tongue in kind to answer the insults or provocations sent in there direction. After all if even the pious Templar could see the reason in their words without trying to outright denounce them it made an impression for certain. If anything it was amusing even if the guards were pathetically armed farmers, he hoped considering the implements, in a dead end almost ruin of a hamlet. The lady Templar made an interesting point about more of her kind being strangely absent but he never entirely got the more serious god's worshipers nor the motives at the best of times.
Barrington finished his equipment check deciding to actually make his presence felt instead of remaining a bystander considering he would also be part of this venture. The Engineer walked himself over in line with the rest of his associates with a light smile on his face still having a sense of the positive for the moment. "Seems a waste to chastise us now before we've had a chance to make our mark good or bad as the situation might be. Besides old Kessel is just ribbing us a bit with such a chance encounter." Barry said in a swift pace giving his early thoughts on the predicament, "I quite think the offer to get out of this weather sounds wonderful what with the luggage and timing if your words about the night are as dire as true. This is just my opinion however I cannot speak for my compatriots." The inventor certainly couldn't force anything but a few words never hurt to get the thoughts flowing. He quite expected a rather cold reception if the pattern held true especially since he likely seemed the least threatening or harmful of the bunch but that thought could be remedied soon enough. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,572 | 1,523 | 5 | 1,782 | 150 | Hearing the muttering behind him,and not unaware of the pointed comments directed his way Arthur slammed open the door of his one room office, the tiny building groaning in protest. The room was in various states of disarray, with the desk being dominated by crumpled and torn papers and a chair with a broken leg facing it. He hastily sat down, sending a quick prayer of thanks to Kessel that the entire party managed to squeeze into the room. Noticeably, there was a 4th member to the group, but he quickly dismissed him as some sort of traveling inventor/charlatan, tricking people out of their money for some fancy doodads and gadgets. Taking a deep breath, he began what he thought to be a graceful and eloquent speech.
"Listen up you lot, I haven't got all day and I'm only saying this shit once so shut your traps. You vagabonds "quest" is to head down into those dungeons over the hills, and clear out all those fucking monsters inside. Obviously facing your worst nightmares might rattle those tiny brains of yours, so either pray to whatever God you fancy at the church, or drink yourself to oblivion I don't care which. All the loot you bring back you can sell to graves. He'll rip you off, but no one else is going to buy the shit you dig up and no one else can spare the supplies you need on your ventures. You better bring torches and food or I can get Zachariah to start carving your tombstones already. And I don't care how much you love shadows priest, you're a dead fucker if a monster catches you out of the light. Although I suppose you'll probably just walk off and worship your demon master, sacrifice some people from the village or some shit. " he pointed at the half vampire sullenly "you, vampire girl. You try and suck the blood of any of those monsters and your sanity will drop like a sack of rocks. You might get some insane battle skills but you better measure what you want more, your sanity or your life. " he gave a quick grin at the Templar before focusing his advice on her. "You're the only one I suspect will survive more than the first dungeon. Just bash em and smash em, I don't know whatever you fancy as long as it keeps you and everyone else alive. This group is barely worth defending, but you should stay in the front lines. " lastly he briefly glanced at the engineer before dismissing him almost completely, only half muttering "just stay out of the real fighters way, and don't bother with your tricks or fake magic. "
He stood up suddenly and grinned at the group, staring each of them in the eyes for a couple of seconds Before saying "alright, so who wants to go clean out a crypt?" | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,573 | 1,523 | 6 | 1,991 | 4,761 | 'Ohhh... right.' Was Allaina's reaction to the engineer that was with them. She had completely forgotten about him as they were led into an office sort of thing that apparently was where this rude man...guard...knight...squire sort of thing was spending his time in. It was in the same state as the town. Crumbing and decaying. A monument of entropy in all forms. She was kind of genuinely surprised this place was still existing on the maps and operational with people living here. Be they as rude as him.
"I personally prefer my blood fresh and tasty of the human variety." She threw in casual smirk." Not that I require it the same way full vampires do, mimd you. No need to worry about me going frenzy about it." She didn't really care about that now. She was not a true vampire at least not in the complete sense of the word. She was vampiric in nature yes. She could drink blood and draw strenght from it and sustain herself on blood. In her case though she still retained most of her living functions so she could also feed on regular food. Granted way less satating and restoring less than blood, but still it was something. Having some vials of blood was going to be a nice thing though... She was going to have to find someone willing to part with some blood. It could safe her life from serious injuries in the future.
"Hmmm, aren't you eager to have us rush to our dooms now?" Alliana asked jokingly and reached into her bag, taking it off her shoulder and pulling a white shirt form it. Moving a little to the side as much as she can, she pulled the strings of her corsait top, causing the entire dress to fall from her body. Without making any sounds or minding the other 3 people present in the room, she put on the shirt, pulled a leather reinforced skirt form her bag and also put it on. Once that was in place, she started to casually buttom up the shirt, before putting on a leather vest, quickly putting that one also. She didn't change her leather boots though those were by default sturdy and ready for running even with her dress. Always keep a little something in case was her motto." Alright, I'm ready." She said, folding her red court dress into her bag, putting it back across her shoulder and securing her sword to her belt. | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,574 | 1,523 | 7 | 729 | 2,151 | Father Cross had frankly forgotten that the engineer had existed, unsurprisingly considering the fact their two professions crossed paths nearly never. Of course, he didn't give the fact he had overlooked the other man too much thought, there were far more important things to consider than overlooking someone who mixed magic and technology. He didn't see it as wrong or misguided, there was something to be said for taking the advantages of both worlds, but the question that had yet to be answered was whether or not he could mitigate the drawbacks of both. The office of the 'Knight's Squire' was as run down as the rest of the village, which was rather fitting really. If everyone else had such poor dwellings, why should their glorious leader, with great sarcasm attached, do any better than the rest of them?
The fact that the squire was referring to him as a Priest now was a small improvement, and one that Cross would settle for, at least for the time being. The comment on shadows and worshipping daemonic masters got an idle shrug from him. There seemed to be little that would help assuage the simple man from his fears. Such was the trials and tribulations of men who followed their true calling earnestly. "Rest assured, I have no qualms standing in the light, I've nothing to hide. I like you though, King's Squire, so I'll spare you for last." His tone carried an obvious joking, mocking response alongside the wry grin on his face to the idea of him running off and worshiping some daemon. His god was no mere daemon, after all, and he would rather be dead than abandon a deity that had protected him thus far. That, and any uses that he has now would be gone should he abandon his god, so running away to worship another would accomplish nothing.
Thankfully Cross was not facing the vampiress when she decided to abandon her clothes and change into an outfit more fitting to the set a crypt of abominations back to their proper rest. Such was one calling of the priesthood, ensuring the dead remained at rest, which made the dichotomy of necromancers and priests of opposing ideals even more. But that was a discussion for another day, and while he faced away from the half vampiress as she changed, not that he was facing her to begin with thankfully, he commented on her response to drinking the blood of the things in the crypt. "You might find willing donors rather difficult to find this far out, they tend to fear what they don't understand." | Name: 'Father' Jericho Cross
Class: Priest
Devotion: Shee'l Tor
Backstory:
Every deity has its priesthood, something readily apparent for gods widely accepted and respected, not so much for the ones more frowned upon or otherwise seen as distasteful. Jericho was born into a family lineage of priests and priestesses for the god Shee'l Tor, a lineage that maintained the rituals and beliefs that such priests of a being representative of shadow and death would hold. To the uninitiated of his homeland, a place he refuses to speak of now, they were oft misidentified as necromancers, defilers of the dead, and treated as such by the far more prevalent God's followers, those of Borealis and Ragnarok. Not that his Cross family ever laid blame at the feet of such beings, merely at the feet of their misguided followers.
Sure enough, Jericho would follow in the footsteps of his family traditions, taking up the mantle of a Priest of Shee'l Tor as every firstborn had before. As was almost traditionally expected, someone found the shrine of Shee'l Tor and went crying to the town, claims of a death cult or worse reaching the ears of the leadership of said town. Trusting in his God, Jericho would find himself escaping the grasping hands of the angry townfolk, their pitchforks and torches casting long shadows that readily hid one who earnestly professed and followed the faith of Shee'l Tor. From here, Jericho would adopt the humble title of Father and wander the land, administering to those that followed a similar creed, but where not priests in and of themselves.
While honing his craft, word would come of a call to arms, of things most foul arising in the Castle Obsidian. While he had little interest in the gold and fame promised, something drew him to this call none the less. Things were amiss, his instincts warning him of things that needed addressed. He could not place what, yet his calling commanded that he go, so with a prayer offered to his God, he would find passage to the aforementioned location within the call to arms. After all, a man who walked with death at one side, shadow at the other, where else would one such as he be found than at a place that reeked of foul intent? |
55,575 | 1,523 | 8 | 2,420 | 2,388 | The half-breed decided now was a fantastic time to make a joke. "I personally prefer my blood fresh and tasty of the human variety." she said, and Kiera instinctively flexed her hand quickly in front of her, ready to dart to her blade before realising she was just trying to bait the captain. ." Not that I require it the same way full vampires do, mimd you. No need to worry about me going frenzy about it." Well Kiera would hold herself guarded as always until proven otherwise, after all vampires were known for their deception
What happened next Kiera was not sure anyone could have predicted. With a gesture too quick to give anyone the chance to look away her dress dropped away from her. Despite her misgivings, Kiera turned to give the half-breed some modesty, keeping her in the corner of her eye though. She also noticed that although many were given the chance to look away, they didn't take it. As soon as they were sure she was looking away the pair of militia kept glancing back to her scantily clad form and probably drinking in the sight of their lives. Kiera shook her head
Interestingly their priest was merely shrugging off most comments in regards to his dark magics. She didn't like his comment of "I'll save you for last." but she was getting used to people's poor sense of humour in a place like this, and even if it wasn't a jest she would do all she would to stop him from getting that far.
"Captain, we won't be off tonight will we? And perhaps you'd like to tell us what you warned us about when you said anything in the darkness dies?" She was no coward, but she would not throw her life away. "As ever, my sword always stands ready to guard against the darkness." she followed quickly with to affirm her previous thoughts, but also a slight jab towards her more gloomy companions | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,576 | 1,523 | 9 | 510 | 53 | Barrington was not entirely surprised at the King's Squire seeming to dismiss him on the spot since others like him tended to lie profusely to sell devices, it was quite distasteful really and gave the rest a bad name. Upon following along with Arthur to his office he couldn't help but feel some pity for the man despite the rough and tumble nature he seemed to possess with such small accommodations. The inventor had the smallest of his boxed luggage leaned up against his side and favorite side arm tucked under his belt, the 'pistol' hardly qualified the term because of its larger size overall as well as more open barrel, the contents of the box from what was visible where small glints shined out from underneath the cover. His eyes shifted between his companions once again wondering about the Priest and Half-vampire in more of a curious nature than anything, this seemed like a fight neither would be apart of but yet here they were, as for the Templar only an imbecile wouldn't expect one to show up to fight demons or otherwise. There were questions he might brooch at a later time as to who they were beyond the guise projected in a group though it was purely out of curiosity should he even get an answer.
Barry turned to the knight as he started speaking rather not wanting to miss details or information about the 'quest' as he called it. The man made some simple but effective points if not in the most elegant terms but better to say it in layman's to have it understood by all. The engineer made some mental notes about how the squire instructed the others for later reference finding some insight here or there though it was clear the man had quite limited expectations of a traveling intellectual to which his response was a noticeable sniff of disapproval."Tricks maybe. However if I lacked conviction in the success of them there would be but three standing before you." He said calmly holding the ground of his usefulness. It was a contrast to the dark humor which he found silently amusing but was in no rush to make a further enemy for such a thing though he could tell the lady Templar was on edge.
The inventor was mildly surprised Arthur decided to take them out so quickly given his lack of faith but he suppose it was to figure out who was the wheat among the group sooner rather than later. Apparently this was the cue of the Half-vampire to trade some modesty for practicality in dress which while it did hold his attention for a moment the gentleman in him quickly had him avert his gaze unlike the two 'guards' behind them. Simple pleasures for simple men. He thought drawing out his pistol to make some final checks on it. Afterwards it was a matter of deciding what else he would be taking along though he had an idea to bring a bit of everything so to speak as they had only inkling as to what they would face. A fact brought up by the Templar to which he gave an approving "Knowledge is power." In the end he decided on bringing a couple of hand made explosives, he had heard the term 'grenado' thrown around and quite liked it, fire bombs of similar make but in small ceramic/glass pots to be shattered on impact and finally something he called a 'springrazor' which essentially propelled sharp wire in a short lived whirlwind around the device shredding flesh to ribbons even if it wasn't always immediately lethal.
"Quite ready for a test run." Barrington said having finished securing all of his 'tricks' in place for easy access while the trekked through the crypt. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,577 | 1,523 | 10 | 1,782 | 150 | It wasn't every day a man of stature would see a vampire undress before them, and Arthur considered it to be an opportunity that no man would ever waste. Of course, whatever sense of decency he had left in him forced him to look away, though not without an eyefull or two. Clumsily pushing his way through the crowded office, Arthur just barely managed to squeeze outside and retain his dignity. Not really bothering to check if the group was following him, he set a brisk pace down the dusty path flanked by his two thugs. Surprisingly enough the town of Ash was bigger than one might expect, though every section except the innermost circle was barren and uninhabited save for the collapsed buildings and distinct smell of death.
Clearing the town led the group through a stark, grey flatland pockmarked with valleys and caves. In the distance shambling beings could be seen in ones and twos, aimlessly wandering the cracked earth. Arthur briskly led the group to a set of worn iron doors, placed into the ground. "Alright, this the place" he said, slightly coughing from the grimy and diseased air that permeates the outlands. "I'll lead you through this just once, and then you ruffians are on your own." There was an air of expectation, but that was quickly dashed when Arthur unabashedly kicked open the doors. Peering inside, he quickly lit one of about a dozen torches he had with him, illuminating a slick cobblestone room, ruined bookshelves and books lining the walls. "Alright" he said grimly "who's first?" | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,578 | 1,523 | 11 | 729 | 2,151 | Father Cross quietly followed the King's Squire out of his office, still not having bothered to learn the man's name yet or use it even if he had, staff making a resounding thud with each other step he took. The thuds matched with his left foot falling, masking the sounds of one foot step with the sound of a sturdy, if plain, traveling staff. Monks were fond of them, simple, useful, and could do some serious damage with a well placed smack. Still, he was anything but a frontline fighter, he left that to the crusaders and warriors of the world. Of course, his suspicions on the death of this place was confirmed as they discovered how large Ash truly was, and how much of it was abandoned and reeking of death. It was a familiar smell, but he spared the party his ruminations and chattering for now. They were on a mission, after all, he might as well pretend to be somewhat professional.
It did not take nearly as long as the Priest expected for them to reach a set of iron bound doors, and at the word of of arrival from their temporary, angry guide no less. Before he could say a word about opening the doors, a boot was put to them and sent them crashing open. Well, that was certainly one way to open the doors and announce to anything within earshot that new arrivals had decided to come calling. Upon the question of who's first, Cross finally spoke up, speaking his suggestion in his own manner. "I would recommend our noble Crusader lead, as you mentioned her prowess in the lead. Then, our exhibitionist friend here, followed by this humble priest, and lastly our man of science. You can fit in wherever you see fit, good King's Squire." For now, at least, his tone was calm and collected, letting the assembled decide on his suggestion however they saw fit. | Name: 'Father' Jericho Cross
Class: Priest
Devotion: Shee'l Tor
Backstory:
Every deity has its priesthood, something readily apparent for gods widely accepted and respected, not so much for the ones more frowned upon or otherwise seen as distasteful. Jericho was born into a family lineage of priests and priestesses for the god Shee'l Tor, a lineage that maintained the rituals and beliefs that such priests of a being representative of shadow and death would hold. To the uninitiated of his homeland, a place he refuses to speak of now, they were oft misidentified as necromancers, defilers of the dead, and treated as such by the far more prevalent God's followers, those of Borealis and Ragnarok. Not that his Cross family ever laid blame at the feet of such beings, merely at the feet of their misguided followers.
Sure enough, Jericho would follow in the footsteps of his family traditions, taking up the mantle of a Priest of Shee'l Tor as every firstborn had before. As was almost traditionally expected, someone found the shrine of Shee'l Tor and went crying to the town, claims of a death cult or worse reaching the ears of the leadership of said town. Trusting in his God, Jericho would find himself escaping the grasping hands of the angry townfolk, their pitchforks and torches casting long shadows that readily hid one who earnestly professed and followed the faith of Shee'l Tor. From here, Jericho would adopt the humble title of Father and wander the land, administering to those that followed a similar creed, but where not priests in and of themselves.
While honing his craft, word would come of a call to arms, of things most foul arising in the Castle Obsidian. While he had little interest in the gold and fame promised, something drew him to this call none the less. Things were amiss, his instincts warning him of things that needed addressed. He could not place what, yet his calling commanded that he go, so with a prayer offered to his God, he would find passage to the aforementioned location within the call to arms. After all, a man who walked with death at one side, shadow at the other, where else would one such as he be found than at a place that reeked of foul intent? |
55,579 | 1,523 | 12 | 1,991 | 4,761 | The place they were led by the King's Squire was rather dark of atmosphere indeed. There could even be seen shambling corpses in the distance too! What a perfect darkness ridden land this was! Who would have believed there was a place so filled with the horrors that crept in the shadows? Well the iron doors didn't invite much optimistic thoughts in their situation. They had to get inside so... As the doorway was opened and torches lit, it seemed this was it.
“I'd dare ask you to watch the way you brand people, priest.” Allaina stated with surprisingly happy and not really irritated voice, somewhat looking forward to this adventure.” Exhibitionists are people who find sexual pleasure in being seen naked by people in usually public places.” The vampiric woman stated, as she pulled her sword from it's sheath.” I'm not one... When you are a hunter or an adventurer you just need to learn that modesty is not a virtue that's going to help you any. Creatures of darkness care not for it. If your clothing is tattered or you are caught unprepared in the middle of a bath let's say, you need to be able to fight even if you are completely naked. Or are you telling me I should call you necromancer because you resemble one?” She stated, throwing a look at him. It was a very clear friendly and slightly sarcastic. Considering the misunderstanding around his kind, she was slightly surprised he would speak like that.
“That said I do believe there's some merit to our lady Paladin to enter first mostly because she's in possession of the heaviest armor of all of us.” Allaina smiled and threw a look at the other woman.” I could also take if if need's be though. I'm not putting the possibility of enemies appearing from side tunnels that were hidden or from behind us as impossible.” | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,580 | 1,523 | 13 | 510 | 53 | Barrington did his level best to make way for the King's Squire as the man pushed by swiftly following after him figuring they would not be getting to waste time sitting around if there was work to be done. He spent his time double checking his equipment on the way wanting to be certain everything was ready but also noting just how much of the town had been lost or simply abandoned in all of this darkness. It was quite a sobering thing tempering out some of the building excitement in the inventor who was beginning to realize they might be in for quite the fight to reclaim this place. Far be it for him to back down just yet though as he wasn't alone in all of this, couldn't just leave the rest to fend for themselves like a coward. It definitely proved to be mildly unsettling to see the figures shambling around them in the distance but if that was part of the problem the feeling would have to be pushed down until later.
The engineer was kind of surprised Arthur was going in with them after having opened up the large iron doors with a solid kick. Certainly would come in handy though he had no compulsion to put himself in any major danger as he was likely the only real defense the remnants of Ash had left so he might well hang at the back. Something to consider as the priest made some valid suggestions about positioning with the two of them being in the back and the two ladies being up front. There was a little talk of the half-vampire going first if need be also the possibility of side attacks which while troublesome gave him open and clear shots given the spread of his Dragoon not to mention space for his rather volatile tools. "Provided there aren't too many up close the sides or rear should be manageable, I may be of some assistance with such a thing and can provide support up front with a toss or two should it be needed from the back." Barry said letting the others know his approval of the priest's suggestion as he was not well equipped for a drawn out close and personal fight but quite well off at some range.
"Of course that belies trusting on my throwing arm but I have quite some practice with delivering these smaller bits to a target. Well multiple targets preferably but no telling numbers from out here." | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,581 | 1,523 | 14 | 2,420 | 2,388 | Sir Arthur proceeded to lead the group down a dusty path as the dusk's light waned. Kiera kept her eyes on her 'companions', there was no real point in trying to peer into the darkness. As much as she followed the god of light she doubted her night visions was as good as this cursed priest and half-breed, who would see any threat coming long before she would. She took a moment to study each member's armature. The first was the most intriguing, the nobleman seemed to have some sort of weighty pistol, much bigger than the standard for firearms. He might be an inventor yet, but she expected him to be flighty. Most nobles outside of military service were. She assessed that if he wanted to run it wasn't worth stopping him, she didn't want to risk his weapon. She'd been shot before, and wouldn't care to repeat the experience in god knows where.
The priest marched strongly along with the help of a staff, typical of his kind. Likely he had little experience with it, dark god or not, but she knew that his strength was not in arms, but in his mind. She cursed at the thought there was no way to assess how the two of them would fare if a confrontation was inevitable, so she prayed briefly that she would have no reason to try and fight him.
Any other musing was cut short by arriving at a midpoint in their journey. She was quickly prompted to take the fore, and lit her own torch off of Sir Arthur's. "Then, our exhibitionist friend here, followed by this humble priest, and lastly our man of science." Kiera couldn't help but chuckle at the jibe directed towards the half breed, who promptly refuted it. "There's a difference between practically and flaunting, half-breed." Kiera added after, a smile on her face. It was amazing how the grim situation was inspiring her to reach almost camaraderie with this grim group. The paladin wasn't keen on the idea of letting these monsters move behind her in a combat situation, but it made sense. She would just have to trust them
"Sir Arthur, thank you for showing us the way. But we need a goal to aspire to, a light at the end of the tunnel. What are we to do once we are down there? Any ideas on how to lure this demon out?" she moved her own light to the doorway and peered into the gloom awaiting an answer | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,582 | 1,523 | 15 | 1,782 | 150 | Arthur scowled in disgust as he realized that he has forgotten to explain the ever so small detail of exactly what they were doing in the middle of nowhere, about to enter a dark and foreboding passageway. He began speaking at a rapid pace, clearly impatient to get back to the (relative) safety of his desk.
"Guess you free loaders care about the backstory of this dead hamlet huh..?" Arthur muttered quietly before beginning. He rapped on the metal doors, causing a harsh echo to resonate through the dimly lit hallway ahead. " This here used to be the storage area for Ash, back when it still had enough things in it so that a storage cellar was necessary. Ever since the monsters started getting closer, this was one of the last places they've holed up in. As far as I know, you should expect some flesh eaters down there, with a big brutish something or other at the end. But then again, who really knows what's down there behind the black shadows and foreboding corners? " he chuckled grimly before continuing " anyways, the objective is to go down there, beat the living hell out of whatever rears its ugly head, and scavenge anything that they haven't torn to shreds. Sound good? " he quickly said " don't answer that " immediately after, all too aware of the groups sharp wit.
Before anyone could retort, he unsheathed his broadsword, a surprisingly fine, if worn weapon made of banded steel, with a leather hilt and studded pommel. Again not bothering to see if the party was following behind him, he walked casually into the first room, which appeared to have been a book repository of some sort before the monsters had arrived, most of them being torn to shreds, burnt beyond recognition or molded over with strange blue fungus. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,583 | 1,523 | 16 | 2,420 | 2,388 | Kiera was just about getting sick of this so called Sir Arthur. It was because he wasn't hostile, nor friendly, he was just plain rude. She could have dealt with the other two, but as it was she just wanted to hit him on the head. As a holy paladin however she restrained herself and proceeded to listen to their objective.
"Sound good?" he shot another glare at the group and followed with "Don't answer that." Kiera could only shake her head in frustration. Before anyone could ask any questions about layout or where to meet up if things went poorly he drew his sword and ducked in through the doorway. Kiera knelt down and lit her torch quickly, employing a secret method known only to the followers of Borealis and proceeded after, drawing her own sword. She would much prefer to have her shield, but if light was to be there instead she wouldn't mind overmuch. She started to mumble a holy song dedicated to her god, as to not disturb any of the others. If she was in a group of paladins they would all be chanting together, all the good pantheon's verses combining and providing a powerful chorus to strike fear into their enemies, with followers of the dark gods chanting making it discordant when battle was joined. This time there was only one of her, and her companions were not trained to hear over any chanting so she kept the noise low.
The first room looked like some kind of library, kept near the door to keep the room well ventilated from moisture and to stop the books from going mouldy. Despite such procedure there was a strange blue fungus collecting over them despite, and monsters had ruined much of it. She felt on edge, and interrupted her mumbling to say to the group "It would be good to burn this room before we leave this place. I don't like the look of those mushrooms." before picking up her mumbling in perfect timing.
She looked behind her and saw that everyone was following. That was good, though maybe they were just staying behind because they knew that otherwise they'd have to walk back to the village alone in the dark, which was not a good prospect. | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,584 | 1,523 | 17 | 1,991 | 4,761 | Great a book depository first thing when entering a underground storage dungeon. That by itself raised a few points in her mind. These types of things were usually supposed to be locked in deeper. Knowledge was a very valuable thing and most tried to protect it well. She held her sword in one hand and moved closely behind the more heavily armored paladin. She wanted to be close enough to pull the other woman from a trap situation she might miss and her senses might not or simply provide her sword as help if monsters showed up. The low chanting the palading was doing wasn't really getting to her all that much.
"Yeah... I agree." She said, her eyes locking on a lot of the fungus." Fungi could be deadly." She simply said with a frown." Better not disturb it until later though... also we should make a point to wear masks in the future." She added as she started to look about for any books that might have escaped any of the devastating effects the majority had suffered. Naturally she didn't really leave the formation, but still looked about. With it being so close to the exit, there could be a chance to check it out later.
"Anyone seeing something that escaped unscratched?" She asked, since well everyone had his sigh and sources of light. WIth the four of them looking about the chances to notice something was greater even if they didn't remove themselves from the safety of the formation. | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,585 | 1,523 | 18 | 510 | 53 | Barry found himself in agreement with the paladin as to what the purpose of this bit of delving was but he figured if Arthur cared enough to speak of it he would. Apparently the man hadn't considered telling them what they were after first in such a place but he was more forth coming once it was mentioned. ~An old storehouse off from the town...quaint but useful to them, maybe to us as well if anything is left.~ He thought wondering might have been stored in the old tunnels and rooms as well as where it might've been. As it happened they were most likely looking for the more practical of supplies in the state of everything outside, supplies would only get scarcer as time went on after all and not everything could be eaten. There wasn't long to think about it before the king's squire readied a sword and moved up ahead of them into the first room.
The engineer fell into formation readying a torch of his own in the back of the group. Unlike those of his companions in the front a torch was hardly an impediment as he only needed a single hand to be fully operational in a fight, admittedly having the other available for quicker reloads and the occasional toss was nice but he could do without it. This was something he considered as they got into the first room unscathed though it appeared the books in said room did not make it nearly so well. He quite wondered what they had kept in this repository, couldn't be of critical importance being so out in the open but maybe some were records of what was stored. If it was used by the town most who would end up in there could have easily looked up anything if they had forgotten or if it was expansive down here to find specific goods. The state many of the books were in was disappointing, loss of knowledge usually was to the inventor, but there was a slim chance some documents or books could have survived and like the Half-vampire he kept an eye out for the moment but he was still keeping rearguard watch on the off chance something came from outside.
"Not the most pleasant of fungus to be sure, much as curiosity strikes me I do not like the look of them. Shame to burn all of this but not much better use now." Barrington said starting to wonder where the unsightly fungus came from in the first place but also hearing the query about intact books. "Nothing as of yet, seems like where the public records might have been though, might have been a couple more interesting reads beyond that if they had survived."
The inventor shifted a foot or two leaning into to get a better view of the shelves under torchlight but staying close to the others nonetheless. If they were particularly lucky they might find a recent record book which would help with direction in the tunnels. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,586 | 1,523 | 19 | 1,782 | 150 | Suddenly, the room began to quake around the group. Everyone was frozen in place almost paralyzed by some higher power. A large crack appeared in a wall towards the far side of the room, and with a blinding flash of red light, a blood portal opened. What stepped through the abomination of magic was someone Arthur never expected to see again. "No" he whispered, his voice stricken with fear "you can't be here!". But he was all too real, stepping through the portal in coal black armor. His sword was emanating a dark glow like a contained black hole was stored inside of it. Finally the dark red eyes peering out from the helmet, staring into them and feeling like the very essence of reality itself was being torn apart in front of you. Yes, it was Sovereign King Odisius, fused with the demon lord Asaroth.
His voice seemed to fill the room with power and darkness. "You fools dare to intrude into my domain, my kingdom?". He looked at the group with contempt "you are barely worth my time, insignificant mortals." Odisius stared down Father Cross before slowly walking across the cobblestone floor to his paralyzed form. “Ah, now what is a priest of the shadow god doing here? “ he seemed to ponder something for a moment before coming to a decision. “I could have use for a new disciple. You will be coming with me.” Crosses body was blasted with red energy, and he collapsed on the floor seemingly dead. Glowing black chains crisscrossed around his body, and he was gradually dragged into the portal by an invisible force.
“As for the rest of you,” he pondered the fate of the adventurers again. “I expect you won’t survive long anyway. Suppose I should let my minions have some fun with you.” He turned his back on the group and walked back through the portal. With a tremor the red gate to who knows where collapsed and simultaneously the paralyzation spell that had afflicted the group dissipated. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,587 | 1,523 | 20 | 1,991 | 4,761 | DAMN! Alliana roared as the paralysis was removed and she nearly flung herself at a nearby wall when she regained control over her muscles after trying to move during the time she wasn't able to. She looked about, her face was twisted, almost unnaturally so. That wasn't really that much of a surprise given she wasn't normal human and vampires were known to be able to make some really disturbing expressions. She was a half vampire, but still- she was angry, they lost a person before they even started this.
She then took in a deep breath, allowing her face to return to normal." We... were... lucky." She growled, reading her sword." We should be careful now, we are down a person so each person's job just increased by a third. When we go back to town, we need to have a REALLY long talk about what our plans are." Alliana stated, pulling a torch.
"How big is this place?" She asked." Number of rooms or length?" | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,588 | 1,523 | 21 | 510 | 53 | Barrington felt the quake and had a hand on his pistol attempting to draw it as the paralysis hit him as well as a large degree of panic. None of them could move as far as he knew while they watched the portal rip its way into existence on the far wall as a truly terrifying figure appeared from within it. If there was any indication of just how out of their depth they were this was it as they were unable to even defend themselves before who he supposed was the most powerful being in this area by far. Given Arthur's objections it was hard to imagine just who else besides a demon king had stumbled upon them in such a way as to make them all helpless. This was very very bad as they were entirely at the mercy of a something that could likely kill them with a thought, at least that is what the inventor's imagination was conjuring up at the moment.
It was then made very clear that they weren't even worth the time to dispose of from the storage house but not all of them were left unscathed. The shadow priest was taken hostage in a mere instant or possibly killed to be resurrected later, honestly who knew what would happen to the poor man as he was dragged off into the portal. The remaining three of the group as well as the King's squire were left unharmed as the evil king all but decided to ignore them as mere chew toys for whatever minions made home in the halls and rooms. The inventor was just relieved he still lived as the portal closed and function returned as his hand held a shaky grip on his pistol at the wall which he lowered after a few moments of regaining his composure. The half-vampire was more vocal than he about the situation as he was giving a silent and very sincere prayer to Kessel as he was certain they were all dead but a second ago.
"Agreed. That could have been worse, though it further complicates the task at hand or future expeditions significantly." Barrington replied continuing to reason everything out to distract his mind. "That would be useful information its true, a rough estimate accounting for ruined passages and rooms would be helpful to gauge the length of this trip. A small comfort if anything though if not we can wing it as we go, a good memory helps with this sort of thing."
The engineer was prepared to move on with torch and pistol in hand firmly gripped as a matter of safety for himself and the others, he wouldn't run off knowing his comrades were stuck down here nor was being alone in any way a good thing. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,589 | 1,523 | 22 | 2,420 | 2,388 | The heat of life restored to Kiera's limbs, and the light of Borealis. She restrained herself from roaring and lashing out like the half-breed had, focusing on her prayer. "To the righteous, truth and victory. To the unfaithful, despair and defeat." she raised her torch once more and headed in the direction the fiend had gone. She shouted forth "The light has come for you, accursed one! You cannot run from our dawn!"
The templar turned back to the group seething. She could see the half-fiend had reigned in some composure and was already question a fearful Sir Arthur. Surprisingly the noble stood ready, hands gripped tightly around his torch and weapon drawn. She had clearly mistook him, she could count the people she could rely on not to flee after such an assault in under a minute.
"His faith was weak." she waved her hand to the shadows. "Darkness moves amongst darkness, we shall not be caught like this again now that the it has wasted it's surprise." with that she returned to her chant, poised ready to advance again | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,590 | 1,523 | 23 | 1,782 | 150 | Arthur though he would never admit it, was terrified beyond belief. Shakily he rose to his feet and heard the others questions through his ringing ears. “Yeah, yeah I think I got something like that...” his trembling fingers dig through his pockets for a moment before bringing out a torn and faded parchment. Smoothing it out, it was revealed to be a hand drawn map of the Store house, with several rooms marked in messy handwriting.
“alright” Arthur said. “we can either head to the general supplies, which should have some stuff left in it or we could try the armory. Bound to be at least a couple of salvageable pieces In there.” He looked confused for a second and muttered “I could’ve sworn there was a treasury around here somewhere” before shoving the map back in his pocket and grimacing. “Where do you guys want to go?”
Before anyone could answer a loud screeching echoed throughout the connecting hallway. 4 sets of gleaming red eyes appeared and Arthur quickly hefted his sword up into a guard stance. “Get ready for a scrap”
Monsters POV
A pack of 4 goblins skittered out of the tunnels. Each was only clothed in rough scraps and equipped with a rusty shiv. Goblin 1 stared at the large humans in front of it and quickly stepped back a couple of steps. Goblin 2 screamed a war cry and charged at the nearest person, which happened to be Barrington. Goblin 3 scuttled into the shadows of the edges of the room, looking for an opportunity to disrupt the ranks of the already scattered groups. Goblin 4 immediately jumped into the air and threw his shiv at Kiera, a wild and messy throw with little force behind it. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,591 | 1,523 | 24 | 1,991 | 4,761 | Well my instincts are telling me we'd better loot anything we find and that it's best to turn this place upside down before we exit. Alliana stated as she took a breath preparing for the advance into the dark just in time to witness the goblin's arrival! Of all creatures dark and evil it had to be the goblins. To the half vampire goblins were that specific brand of nasties that she both hated and pitied. They were the butt of all manners of adventuring jokes and for a reason.
The group of gobs scattered quickly with zero amount of coordination between them. Not that her own little merry group had much coorination to boast about. One goblin retreated right away, another moved to the corners fo hte room waiting, one had charaged and one threw it's shiv... Frankly she was tempted to dash and take out the one in hte air. Their engineer had to deal with at least one goblin. That was a fact engineers were usually dangerous in all manner of distances because of the gadgets they had. Well she found herself dashing right at the one who was disarmed because of his own stupidity.
"..." Her lips barely moved as she let out a few soundless words in her charge, her longsword cutting through the air to stab at the defenseless goblin. For the creatures of the dark there was no need for mercy. | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,592 | 1,523 | 25 | 2,420 | 2,388 | Kiera seethed towards the darkness. She left the planning to cooler heads, and was unsurprised to hear the half-breed take some form of command. She obviously shared the cold nature of her cursed kin though Kiera wasn't going to begrudge her in this situation. Suddenly the vampire stopped talking suddenly, and... There! Eyes in the darkness, the creature's eyes were much more used to dark and so she spotted them first. With a gesture Kiera thrust her torch forward and moved to the fore to illuminate the creatures for the team.
Goblins! No doubt as desperate as they were disparate in comparison to those they had hoped to ambush. Merely armoured in rags and armed with whatever sharpened piece of scrap they could find they posed next to no threat. One had already began to flee as the light approached them fully, another coward before the might of Borealis. Unfortunately many of the others had scattered around the party, and it looked like it would be one for one, Foolish creature's normally have more sense than this the Paladin thought to herself, maybe the place they were in had driven them beyond sense
One creature threw it's weapon at the target it made least sense to do so in Kiera's mind, herself! Her martial training kicked in, and she raised herself to her full height so that the weapon may glance off of her armour, since she wasn't holding her shield, and charged towards the fool creature in one motion. | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,593 | 1,523 | 26 | 510 | 53 | Huh so he does actually have a map, crudely drawn but effective in general I suppose. Barrington thought guessing that it hadn't been used in quite sometime so they really would have to improvise the rest of the journey intelligently. The lady-crusader seemed mostly unfazed on the outside and seemed as if she might well brute force through the wall to smite the evil being, though even if she did not her words were correct in that they now knew what they would be building up against. Surprise was something they could ill afford at this time and he would be making plans for something to fight such an enemy if only just to provide a comforting thought of possibility. "I agree anything and everything salvageable could pose a use. Not to mention if we could find the treasury it would provide funds that we will likely need to maintain our equipment, or make equipment in my case, and if the King's squire was correct get us supplies with a bit to spare." He said quite sure that if they were going to loot the place they should do it properly as unsavory as it might be of them to do so. Wouldn't be the first time he got himself into trouble for it and hopefully not the last either Kessel willing.
Of course there were always going to be a few bumps in the road and when Arthur's voice rose to alert them he honestly wondered how it hadn't happened sooner. The torchlight revealed better the four goblins as they moved into vision, not much more than skin and bones while poorly equipped to boot. The engineer had never know goblins to attack when a fight was so even as they were cowardly which one of them sort of proved the point stepping back from them. He saw the one moving to the side into the shadows, he would have to keep a peripheral on that side so as not to be surprised later, but the one that concerned him most was the one who had thought it clever to charge him head on. The inventor sidestepped closer to the flank and rear of his party preparing to cover it to his fullest while also making it easier to judge where he could shoot safely then lining up a proper shot with his Dragoon waiting just a second for the goblin to get a little closer before pulling the trigger releasing the roar of many small pellets exploding outward in a small cone intent on shredding the aggressor. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,594 | 1,523 | 27 | 1,782 | 150 | Arthur's POV
Arthur, with a snake like hand quickly jabbed at the retreating goblin, impaling it through the chest and ending its miserable existence.
Monsters POV
Goblin 2 was grinded to dust by the bullets of Barringtons gun, little left of it besides a red cloud of dust where it once stood. Goblin 3 took advantage of its own allied demise by jumping out of the shadows, intent on ripping a jagged wound onto the distracted Barringtons back. Goblin 4's shiv glanced off of Kiera's shoulder, doing little more than knicking her armor. Alliana and Kiera both went for the aerial goblin, however Kessel appeared to be in the runts favor, as Kiera's wild charge brought her straight into the already swinging Alliana, colliding and nullifying both of their attacks. Goblin 4 quickly took advantage of this opportunity to scurry back into the pitch black tunnel, to do who knows what. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,595 | 1,523 | 28 | 1,991 | 4,761 | ... Alliana made no sound as her attack was rendered ineffective because it collided with Kiera's. It was extremely bad luck and timing to have that happen. TO negate each other's attack was such a critical failure that it was hard to put into words, granting the goblin a chance to escape to probably warn something, activate a trap or call reinforcements. Who bloody knew at this point. She did notice the other Gob that was now aiming at their resided tech expert's back though. She lowered a stance adn dashed backwards aiming at the beastie to take it own before it can surprise him any more." Move forward I will take care of the one behind you!" She called to Barrington for him to advance so he gets away from the goblin's strike range. If getting onto each other's ways was going to be bad about it, they needed to announce their aims until a better teamwork could be build it seemed. | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,596 | 1,523 | 29 | 510 | 53 | Barrington smirked a little as his custom pistol had the intended effect on the goblin all but pulping it in front of him. One less to worry about in this fight though it sounded like both women were having an eventful fight with the one goblin who jumped. He could definitely see that Arthur had killed the most cowardly of the small green enemies with a swift stab so that was another down as well. So far this was going well enough or at least he thought so up until the half-vampire called out for him to move quickly which he did willing to trust the woman to help him out. He did a dash forward to heed the warning turning to the side as he saw a goblin making a break for the tunnel.
The engineer reached to his belt and pulled up a grenado lighting the fuse with his torch before tossing the small explosive towards the retreating enemy calling out "Fire in the hole!" as the metal sphere glinted from the light it flew ahead of him. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,597 | 1,523 | 30 | 2,420 | 2,388 | Although Kierra was fairly sure that their fumbling had been an accident and wouldn't hold it against the half-breed, she didn't manage to conceal her snarl of frustration. Already the vampire was rushing off to continue the combat with the last goblin, the noble already having dispatched one already. Not wanting to get in the way again, Kierra merely held her torch to the darkness and stayed weary of any extra combatants, ready to jump into cover should any more missiles fly from the dark
That was, until she heard over her shoulder a "Fire in the hole!", and she could guess at what that meant, she scrabbled to get behind something and prayed the noble's aim was true enough to test twice in a row | Name: Kiera Forecall 'Champion of Borealis'
Class: Templar
Devotion: Borealis, the god of light and truth. What other god could be needed more right now?
Backstory:
Kiera was raised to join the army, it was tradition for the noble family 'Forecall' to send their eldest into scouting divisions. This was to change after she proved herself in a young tourney held in nicer times, and she would be called to serve amongst the paladins of Borealis. Her father, although furious tradition be breached, let her go much to her delight.
She felt at home there, and became one of the most aspiring acolytes. However, as time passed she became more and more displeased with the order she found herself in. Her devotion to Borealis was beyond doubt, of course, but she felt many aspects of the order failed to represent him as well as most would think. She expressed doubts to the higher ups about what happened behind closed doors, what 'truths' were pulled from poor victims in the darkest corners of the abbeys. These doubts soon began to make her the target of hostility, especially since she had began to gain a zealous and like-minded following who rallied against torture and the like regarding it as unholy.
Before things got too heated, Kiera left the capital province. She saw a call to arms to banish terrible forces of evil far away from the turbulence at home, and she views this as a way to free herself of her order and still do what she believes in. One of her key motives is to reform a new branch of her church, one that is based on light more than torture. |
55,598 | 1,523 | 31 | 1,782 | 150 | MONSTERS POV
Goblin 3 cleaved downward, cutting through Barringtons jacket and leaving a thin cut on his backside, but before he could dig any deeper was instantly struck dead by Alaina's furious defense. Meanwhile, in a dark crevice of the attaching hallway Goblin 4 was busy trying to activate a makeshift bomb, consisting of a firework fuse and several sacks of gunpowder strung together by a few lengths of cord. He had also apparently called reinforcements, as 6 other goblins had appeared waiting silently in the shadows near him. Of course as goblin 4 lit his own fuse was when Barringtons Grenado was flung straight into the middle of the gang, exploding and disintegrating 3 of the goblins on the spot including goblin 4, and causing his own bomb to detonate which combined with Barringtons grenade shook the foundations of the underground storehouse. The other 3 goblins, with various wounds between them scuttled off in different directions away from the party. | Please only post your character sheet here after it has been reviewed and accepted in the OOC, by me.
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55,599 | 1,523 | 32 | 510 | 53 | Barrington winced at the small cut he received though it likely would have been far worse if not for the half-vampire's intervention on his behalf. He had to give her fair credit on the speed with which she re-positioned herself, likely it was on account of her heritage, but he couldn't be anything but grateful. Luckily despite the attempt on his life the throw had landed more or less far enough down the corridor to prevent any of his compatriots from suffering injury which was all he could have hoped for. What happened next surprised even him as after the first expected detonation there was a second and much larger one that shook the storehouse, not to mention the ground, alike. His own balance was offset for a moment as a result but a moment was all it took to regain it after which giving a befuddled look in the direction of the tunnel his grenado had flew into.
"That was...most unexpected." The inventor said voicing an answer to a question he guessed that wasn't only on his mind, "Not enough power in my little grenados to do that, must have hit something else more volatile down that way. Oh well its one less surprise to worry about in that direction Kessel willing."
The engineer seemed a bit less tense afterwards with a small but growing grin peeking out for a moment as they seemed to have cleared out all opposition in this room, quite possibly even the next after that unintentional and thunderous blast. He did take a moment to check himself as best he could finding it was quite a minute wound thankfully though the little cretin damaged his jacket which admittedly annoyed him. However, better to be inconvenienced than dead in the end but it was something he would try to get tailored once they returned to the village. The nobleman turned to the half-vampire fully intending to thank the woman for assisting him quite happy with the idea of having someone to watch his back.
"You have my thanks for that, I would not have been able to managed that nearly so well." Barrington said to Alliana as he thought it was proper for such a thing.
While they took a moment to collect themselves his prerogative was to reload his Dragoon for any future encounters and taking a swift headcount of his explosives and gadgets as well just in case. | Name: Barrington 'Barry' Waldorf the 5th.
Appearance:
Class: Engineer.
Devotion: Kessel.
Backstory: Of the Waldorf family line Barrington is among the most eccentric of the aristocrats of the city Heidon. Ever since he was young he was surrounded by the haughty and overly well mannered ilk of nobles who were hardly worthy of their position, at least as far as the bright young man was concerned. Unlike most he was never satisfied with the idea of sitting around looking pretty much preferring to make a name for himself that wasn't just Waldorf. He loved tinkering with whatever he could get his hands on making trinkets and gadgets of usefulness with surprisingly good results despite only self-training to rely on. On the bright side he was a younger son allowing him to pursue his inventing under a teacher eventually which helped to curb some of his...exuberance in making items of questionable safety to himself, but mostly others. His family was not particularly pleased with his total apathy towards all things high society but his gadgets did prove to be profitable so they allowed it though he became something of a black sheep in all but name.
Barry has come a long way since often taking to the road to find inspiration as well as customers for his increasingly more potent inventions and growing expertise in tinkering with weapons, armor, and sometimes transportation. Given enough time he can make rather impressive contraptions or maybe help improve that eye sore of a building's design. His work has become more artistic over time as well as his process of creation with simple implements seeming far too mundane, especially since he could always improve on them to make them just that much better. Of course that would be true if he didn't have innumerable projects coming to mind at any one time coursing through his mind all of which he will likely never be able to finish as there are always adjustments to be made. During his travels Barry has made equal parts trouble and profit while living out his dream as it were.
Barrington eventually found out about the call to arms and after some half attentive though it occurred to him that it would be a perfect testing ground for some of his inventions plus the thought of adventure, not to mention funds, quite appealed to him so he would go to this town and do what he did best. After all Kessel favors the bold and brilliant right?
Inventions:
-Grenado, 5-7ft being closest to a minimum safe distance for explosion not counting random shrapnel.
-Firebomb, 3-5ft spread/spray of the fuel.
-Springrazor, 2-4ft effective radius but the closer the better.
-Dragoon pistol, between a flintlock pistol of the time and blunderbuss in size but firing similar shot to the latter. |
55,600 | 1,523 | 33 | 1,991 | 4,761 | You're welcome. Alliana smiled, her eyes focusing ever so briefly on the small injury, causing a deep desire, but it was at a point she did not even struggle to resist it." That injured them good... we should prepare quick, I doubt goblins are the only thing scuffling around the darknes here." She added with a smile, before turning to Barrington again." Give me your water, I will clean up your wound, no one knows what that edge carried." The half vampire explained, throwing a look at their torch wielding temporary guide in this dungeon.
"You were saying there was not too many rooms inside this place right?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at the darkness.
"Alright everyone, let's make sure we are ready to deal ith everything and when we return, let's form a nice meal for us all. That said we should bring some alcohol with us next time. It has it's uses, so does lamp oil." | Name: Alliana Valas
Appearance:
Class: Half-Vampire
Devotion: None
Familiar: None
Backstory: World is not fair... It never was and never will be. Alliana was born from the 'unholy' union a simple woman traveling as a bard made with a creature of the night. Well at least that's the story those who hate her very existence stick with. It was never a good life, not from the moment she was born. They were always on the move, she was always being hidden away by her mother as a baby. Eventually her father took her away as she started to grow up. She didn't know what she was, neither did her mother though she had figured it out with time. Even among the creatures of the night she was not welcomed though. Her father despite making her, still did not show any affection. She was a half-breed, she was useful only as a pawn and nothing else.
As such the wheels of time rolled, she grew, became stronger in the meantime, learned to harness her what was rightfully hers as the sleeping power of the blood. She learned to fight, to read and to think. Finally she learned to chose for herself. For she had learned the reality of the spawn of night. The way they acted, the way they chose to. Their betrayal towards her from the moment she was taken away. One day and a single night per year. That was what she was granted as freedom each cycle of seasons. She searched for her mother, but never found her under the pretext that the world was vast. Such it was until the day she found a single corpse in her way back to the fold. The bones of a single body laid in the middle of a forest, all clothing tattered from the passage of time and elements, but traces remained of the decaying ornate lute she'd recognize anywhere and the medallion in the shape of a rose. It was still laying in the same way it had been forsaken. Not even the beasts had tried to eat the remains. There was only a single trace of the attacker, a pair of holes on the collar of the shirt...
“This world's not fair...” She mumbled quietly in the night, never returning to her father afterwards and instead devoting her existence to a single quest – kill every single beast of the night. As many as she can before she herself is taken down. She had no care about death, she cared not if she's going to be damned for eternity in the afterlife as long as she bring as many of those beasts with her as she can.
That was how her true story began. Afterwards she became a hunter as she decided to. One by one, being by being she'd kill as many as she can until a certain Call to arms poster came to her attention one night while she was quietly spending time under roof of a shed, hiding from a downpour. It was a good chance to do what she currently did best."Demon huh...? Finally a big one." She muttered, grabbing the poster and hiding it into the folds of her garments, pulling the heavy cloak as she ventured into the storm. She had a goal. |
55,601 | 1,524 | 0 | 1,537 | 4,324 | Months ago, Spidermen and Spiderwomen from across the multiverse banded together to stop the mutual threat of Morlun and the Inheritors. Spider UK was tasked with bringing a team of Spidermen together to take down the Inheritors, given a spider talisman to travel the multiverse by his superiors. After several dozen Spidermen of the multiverse were killed, the Inheritors were defeated and things would go back to the way they had seemed before with each of the Spidermen having knowledge of how big and complex the multiverse truly was. The talisman once given to Spider UK was then passed on to another, Spider Fist , in case another situation threatening Spidermen and/or the multiverse arose.
I'm treating this game like a direct sequel to the Spiderverse series currently running through all the Spiderman books. You can create your own Spiderman/woman, or put your own spin on an existing Spiderman like Spiderman Noir, a Spidergirl, or even a Scarlet Spider. I've created the Spider Fist NPC to act as the guide to all of the Spidermen. The above greeting from Spider Fist will work into your CS as you'll respond to this in-character so I can make sure we don't all have the same voice. Did I mention your Spiderman doesn't have to be Peter Parker? Spider Fist will go on to take the group to our base of operations. Located in the Negative Zone will be the Spiders' Web created by the alternate Earth Spiderman who's still a member of the Future Foundation with Mr. Fantastic in his universe. Your basic run of the mill teched out HQ, just floating somewhere in the Negative Zone. It should be noted the Negative Zone prison of Earth 616 is also floating around in there somewhere. I smell a sequel to this game already LOL
I'm looking for a post a week from each player! If you go silent for over a week in both the OOC and IC after the IC is posted your character may be killed off.
Spiderverse Titanpad Link
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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for to make a move” is not an excuse to not post.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Exodus and Endrance) will take control and THEIR word will then be law.
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The Negative Zone...
The FF Spiderman paced back and forth at the entrance to the Council of Spiders meeting room. His white mask was in his hand revealing his identity to be that of Peter Parker from another alternate universe. In the week that the Spider's Web HQ had been finished over three dozen Spidermen have been brought in. Scientists and Spidermen from differet timelines were brought in to make the Council, some of the smartest Spidermen in the multiverse including Max Borne , Aaron Aikman, a young female named Peni Parker, Miguel O'Hara from the year 2099, as well as the FF Spiderman who remained a member of his universe's Future Foundation and only got exponentially smarter hanging around with Reed Richards all day. Finally, the Spiderman Peter was waiting on walked up... Aaron Aikman.
"I was starting to wonder if everyone in the Council was occupied..." the FF Spidey commented as Aikman removed his helmet before entering the Council's chamber.
Elsewhere in the Spider's Web HQ...
In what seemed like thirty minutes or so Spider Fist bounced in and out of portals gathering Spidermen for the mission against the Green Goblin Army of Earth 12814. The six armed black clad Tarantula was the first to be placed in the lounge like area of the HQ followed by a red and black costumed Spider. To make things less awkward Tarantula absorbed his extra arms as Spider Fist continued bouncing in and out of portals with more Spidermen and one black clad Spidergirl who asked to be called Silk by her peers. A younger black and red clad Spiderman soon arrived calling himself Spider Rogue, then later removing his mask as others had began doing and reintroduced himself as Emery. Another Spiderman showed up with two symbiotes clearly attached to him, as well as a more ninja looking Spiderman soon after as Spider Fist was really putting a team together. Another Spiderman with a busy costume called himself Neo, and lastly Spider Fist brought in another guy with not just four robotic arms... the guy had six.
"Hmmph, I could have more arms but there's no more room on my rib cage..." Tarantula muttered under his breath.
"Now that I have you all gathered here, if everyone would remove your masks... I know there may be some hesitation in some of you but trust me when I say that you are among friends here." Spider Fist said removing his own mask and revealing himself to be an alternate Danny Rand.
Only a couple of the Spidermen looked like the standard Peter Parker, including Parker Peterson. Based on the expression on the face of one of the guys closer resembling Peter Parker, it was obvious he was blind with some kind of sixth sense like Daredevil. Peni will probably love this guy as much as the Daredevil from her alternate universe. Tarantula was also one of the Spidermen who hesitated but remembered his universe's Dr. Strange mentioning something about a multiverse and there being more Spidermen as well as Dr. Stranges and other heroes and villains as well. Parker removed his black mask and said...
"You said we were gathered to take down a Goblin Army, I've already taken down a Goblin Gang in my universe. What's the big deal with this 'Earth 12814', their Spiderman a punk or something?" Tarantula questioned.
"The Green Goblin of this parallel world mutates into the Goblin the same way as somebody like the Hulk. Using his scientific mind, this Norman Osborne cracked the genetic mutation of Multiple Man's DNA and didn't just duplicate himself. He created serums to give him three different types of Goblin..." Spider Fist began to answer before FF Spidey and Aaron Aikman entered the room silencing everyone save for the voices in the Symbiote's head maybe.
"We'll take it from here..." Aikman mentioned to Spider Fist.
"There are three different types of Goblins you should all be aware of..." FF Spidey began, "..a small sentry like Goblin who rides the bat glider like some of you have probably dealt with. Slightly enhanced strength, speed, refelxes as well as standard Goblin tech like pumpkin bombs and bat blades. The next Goblin is what we've just started calling the Goblin Brutes and they're basically mindless muscle that wreck everything they see. About a dozen or so brutes helped Norman defeat Earth 12814's Avengers..."
"Which brings us to the third and final Goblin... the Goblin King. Upon defeating the Avengers he acquired Thor's hammer and through science and/or magic he wields it every bit as efficiently as the Asgardian. It's believed he can't duplicate in this form as only one Goblin King has ever been seen." Aikman concluded.
"Osborn's fortress is the old Oscorp tower in Manhattan, mostly the same layout as any NYC in the multiverse. Hundreds of Goblins patrol the city and hundreds more have extended his influence in the rest of the north American continent. Last we heard from 12814's Spiderman he was hiding out in an abandoned lair of the Lizard's in the sewers about three blocks away from what remains of the Daily Bugle building. A few Goblin Sentries nearly killed him..." FF Spiderman said, trying to give these Spidermen a better idea of what they're up against.
"Any questions?" Aikman asked the group.
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NYC, Earth 12814...
"Come out come out wherever you aaaare!" taunted one of about a dozen sentry Goblins roaming the sewers looking for Spiderman.
The Spiderman of this world was still bloody and bruised but could hear their noisy gliders a few blocks away. It wouldn't be hard keeping distance between them, unless he got back against a wall somehow.
~KL~ | Name - Parker Peterson
Alias - Spiderman, Tarantula
Age - 22
Earth # - 1423
Powers - Spiderman standard, organic webbing, paralyzing bite, extra arms
Weaknesses - standard human weaknesses, no spider sense
Personality - stoic, misunderstood, fearless
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio -
Sixteen year old Parker was bitten by a spider just outside of a gypsy fortune teller booth at Coney Island in NYC after the fortune teller said to him "great power and responsibility will find you..." Over the course of the next year Parker gained spider like abilities and eventually grew extra arms. With powers now mystic in nature, Parker would learn to 'absorb' his extra arms within him. The now seventeen year old Parker created the costume and alias of Tarantula after bringing the man to justice who was responsible for the murder of his Aunt May.
Five years into his career he has seen quite a bit. As Tarantula, Parker became a member of his universe's Dr. Strange's more mystical team of Defenders along with Damon Hellstorm, Jack O' Lantern, Black Cat, and Ghost Rider. He's defeated such enemies as the King of the Symbiotes, the Green Goblins , and aided the Defenders in battles with Mephisto, Adam Warlock, and Blackheart.
Notes - Organic webbing isn't as sticky as the 616 Spiderman's artificial webbing. He's still a pretty standard Spiderman just with a darker look and more mystical tone. Currently lives with his wheelchair bound Uncle Ben.
Response to Spider Fist -
Tarantula stood in awe of the oddly dressed Spider Fist. Parker had heard tales of other Spiders in the multiverse by Dr. Strange, but he never imagined one to be all Kung-Fu master Spiderman. The 'Fist took off his mask, revealing a familiar face in Danny Rand that resembled the Iron Fist on Tarantula's alternate Earth.
"You can trust me." Spider Fist spoke out walking closer to the six armed spider man.
"I'm not taking off my mask. How do you even know I'm not one of the badguys?" Tarantula asked in response.
"The talisman brought me to you ... through the portal. Had you been an insane man bonded to a symbiote or an out of control genetic experiment it would have shown me someone else on the other side of the portal..." Spider Fist answered.
"Sounds legit. Where are we off to first?" Parker asked.
"Into the Negative Zone to regroup with others. At the Spiders' Web..." responded the kung-fu spider putting his mask back on before leaping into the portal with Tarantula.
~KL~ |
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