Al_Papavich

((hey my char has green and black armor to lol, ill rp, havent in awhile))

In his mind he always wondered "Why he does... what he does?" flying just above roof tops he pondered again and again Why me, I dont want this burden. Not now..." right then he touched down and began to run atop the roofs. He tripped on a vent duct hidden in the cloak of the night. Tribal Steel plumetted fast "OOHHH Shhhhii!!!".

The fall wasent to bad, but enough to leave him winded for ten minutes. He rolled over "son of a.. That messed with my train of thought." He wasrnt always clumsy, just unlucky some would say. As he lay there "The tests of a facist group that bkankets this city with an iron fist. He wished he could have stopped what they do, and what they did to him...."

Tribal Steel was lucky his armor could handle hefty hits lik elong falls, or this hero of sorts would have been dead a long time ago.

Tribal snapped up and dusted himself off. "Not sure if I'm in the mood to fight any body, that stung." He slowly walked down the lonesome street, as steam rose from the manholes that littered the city streets. His eyes could only handle so much his visor controlled the rest. Through the dark shadows dashed across the street. Tribal didnt know what to make of it. No noise... no sign of anything. Just a feeling of an unkown force hidden before him.

((Im not even sure where im taknin this just givin my char personality, cant wait to add))

I'll try my hardest to make it. Hope to see everyone there.
(havent seen one person on scince i joined)

Tribal Steel

Real Name: Al Papavich
Age: 22
Blood Type: AB
Occupation: Artist, Hunter (World wide)
Legal Status: Citizen of The United States Minor infractions
Identity: Secret
Other Aliases: None
Place of Birth: Ann Arbor, MI
Martial Status: Single
Known Relatives: Father- William Papavich (deceased) Mother- Anna Mae Papavich (deceased) Sister- Sarah Papavich
Group Affiliation: Menasing Visage
Base of Operations: Steel Canyon, Paragon City
First Appearance: City Of Heroes

History: http://boards.cityofheroes.com/showf...fpart=1#852684 (The Pasts Hatred: The Story of Tribal Steel - its long but if your in the mood to read check it out.)

Height: 6 ft. 2 in.
Weight: 185 lb.
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Brown

Strenght level: Due to the experiments from the 5th Column, and the radiation blasts his body was enhanced in many ways. His strenght had quadrupled to a normal mans. His physical fitness allows him to run faster and jump higher, with hightened reflexes.

Known Superhuman Powers: His hands now replaced with a titanium alloy can focus beams of high intensity energy. He can also manipulate energy to his will. What he can think o he can do. The radiation gave him the gift of flight, also he regenerates his body strenght and energy faster than a normal human. He can focus his mind to a higher state some may call it getting "in the zone." It just comes naturally to Tribal Steel.

Abilities: Has a hunter he is naturally a good shot, and can stalk his pray easily. He hunted lions, bears, elephants and tracked tigers. His range is emmence, most thugs dont know he was there until they are lifeless on the ground. He even can do great sketches of foes that may have ran and gotten away.

Weapons: Besides his fists he packs and arsenal of energy bolts and beams.

ill post my next installment later. ive been busy with school.

lol i like you Phineas, as long as they rp constantly, it wont bother me. This is s city in the near future. I didnt expect drow. Yet there is medieval armor, so il let it slide.

OOC: Im gonna for sure join your group with my tanker though, his name is Cyffer. give me a tell.

The man turned giant named Cyffer was tossed into the pole that the sing was posted to. After pounding the large troll warrior that threw him he dusted himslef off. "Hey what do we got 'ere?... sounds fun i'll have to look around for these fellas." With that he speed off his brown and green hair streaked through the air.

OOC: hes lvl 9 or so. So ill be around kings fow and atlas and all them places. Look for me.

Tribal Steel zips past the sign and pulls himself into reverse to check it out. "hmmm its 'bout time!" as he read the sign. He flys off ready to fight the scum of the city.

(OOC) send me a tell when im on. Tribal Steel is my mains name. ill try to get ou tof my old SG if i enjoy the roleplaying

(IC) Im down, the names Tribal Steel, I'm in a group right now I'll tag along with ya guys to get a taste of the action.

(OOC) Im a lvl 29 nrg/nrg blaster, i play frequently and I've been dyin to rp in game but havent been able to get my style down just yet give me a tell. Ill be on later.

yea ill rp with people if i find them, if just never really played with any on freedom but id love too. Look for Tribal Steel, and if you see anybody from the SG Menasing Visage ask them if im on. They should let ya know.

yea its like a suicide move for them, just before there about to die they change. Its a sweet move if they wouldnt always die. Like people say they want to get a morph power for an archetype. It would be sweet.

lol yea

theres a word restricition oops... hope I didnt break the rules

lol glad you liked it

thanks that back breaking part made me laugh ill start another up soon.

Part X: Requiem of a Dream

The morning after the nightmare Tribal Steel just felt like beating people up. He needed to vent, he was angry that this man knew him. That his deformity was purposely done. He lept off of a building and began to soar through the air. He scoped out the ground looking for 5th Column soldiers. "Where in the hell could those facsist bastards be?" He asked. Just then he was hit in the chest with a projectile of some sort. He plumeted to the ground. As he past roof top builgings he tryed to focus and noticed a man with a large rifle. He was in al black with a large skull on his chest with red wings behind it... He murmmered "5th Column, figures." Tribal Steel hit the side walk. The impact kncoked Tribal Steel completly unconsious. Then five soldiers carried him off to a abandoned building.

When Tribal Steel woke up he was hanging by his hands from the cieling. The room was dark, lights glimmered from science equipment. Many Nazi members were scattered in the room. All having conversations of there own with one another. The discussions were all about Tribal Steel. He tried to listen to what they said, but his ears rang from the fall. Slowly he was able to listen to the words of the men. Some had german accents. "He has developed great powers." "The abilities of the cuffs CAN be harnesed." Tribal Steel peered out of the room. More men were patrolling and carring on in an almost victorious celebration. Tribal Steel coughed, when he looked down blood was spattered on the floor. A man dress like a scientist approached Tribal Steel. "You may have realized what has happened. I hope you enjoyed the dream?" the man chuckled "You ate something that gave me control over your dreams. I wont tell you what it was, I'd rather leave that to your facinating imagination. Now you may ask yourself why me? but why anyone else. It is irelevent who we chose to experiment on. Also you may be asking who am I? Well a worthy question, I am Requiem well atleast the mind of Requiem. I once once a ranking officer in the Nazi Army. I shared the thousand year riech as Hitler and all his followers did. I wont explain fully how I am here now but I knew that if you didnt sucseed the 3rd Riech would have become reality and not a long lost dream. So be greatful for your victories and triumphs cause its all about to end here." Tribal Steel replied only be spitting in Requiems face. Requiem whipped blood and saliva off his eyes and face. "Well then all I have left to say is farwell Al Papavich or Tribal Steel." He said. Then several men carried over a piece of equipment.

It was a large box with two holes there were monitors for each hole, then Tribal Steel heard a man say "The amputator is ready sir". Tribal Steel's horror returned to him. He cant lose his hands that he once lost before. Tribal Steel had a long time to regain strenght and focus his power. He wasent tired anymore. The men crowded around him. Tears ran down his face through his visor. He closed his eyes when a image from his nightmare last night came to mind. His explosion, raw energy imploding from him. It needed anger and raw emotion. This moment in time could not doubt spur the anger he needed. All the men were looking closly at Tribal Steel waiting to see what will happen to his hands. "AAAHHHHHHGG!!" His body erupted with energy, a bright flash of light blue light filled the room. What happened inside the room, is unexplainable. What was left of the men were only small stains of blood on the ground. Tribal Steel was now alone in the room, but not in the building. He was left tired and disoriented. He stumbled forword. Then three men stepped into the room. One soldier punched Tribal in the face. He was knocked to the ground. The punch brought him back to the world. The flash inside his mind gave him the jolt he needed to focus on what was happening. He jumped up and kicked the man who punched him right in the chest, he tripped back gasping for air. "Here this can help" Tribal Steel said and shot a bolt of energy at the 5th Column soldiers face. The other tow men ran at Tribal Steel. One lept at him, Tribal Steel caught the man and held him by his legs. He swung the man at a large pole that was driven through the building. His body wrapped around the pole. His spine was broken indefinetly. The last man had a gun pointed to Tribals head when he let go of the body."See ya around Steel." The soldier said. "Yea I was thinking the same thing." Tribal Steel replied. He elbowed the gun out of the mans hand then picked him up by his throat. Tribal Steel said "You shouldnt lose your head in a fight." Just then Tribal Steel fired a blast of energy. Scince there was nothing really to hold onto the man fell to the floor.

Tribal Steel was covered in blood as he walked out of the sml building. He walked for a long time as people stared as they passed. He eventually made it to his apartment building. His friend Cyyfer saw him "He man c'mon." Cyyfer picked him up and carried him to his room. "You need to take a rest man, ive never seen a crazy *** hero like you before." Cyyfer smiled as Tribal Steel slowly fell asleep. Besides the fact that he saw bloody carnage today but he was able to nap peacfully. He was at ease for the time being.

((post your thoughts and ideas. There all welcome))

Part IX: Nightmares

The moon was full as clouds laced the star lit sky. Tribal Steel was sleeping peacfully in his apartment as moonlight seeped through his bedroom window. His mind drifted through dreams taking him to places he's never been and where he used to be. How things were...

"Hey Al, you look like you saw a ghost. What's... the matter......"

"No, no please god no....."

The time when he was changed. His friends and family distanced themselves from him. He was scared for life physically and mentally. He sadi goodbye to his former life long ago.

As his dreams ended another dream passed through his mind. He stood alone in a dark field. The moonlight didnt seem strong enough, cause he could barely see five feet in every direction. Tribal was scared, and he wasent alone. A voice belowed across the field.

"It was fate alone that allowed you to intervene,and this world may call you hero. yet all this was to tell some ones fortune and to show who may be greater than those around them."

As he spoke, sark figures arose around him.

"You've shown me your true quality. For it was me who set this stage of conflict. All was to cloud my true intent. Even if I had betrayed the Axis powers I served decades ago. If I hadent the 5th COlumn would have not grown to such great strength. So 'hero' be wary where you go and what you do. You have shown great prowess these past weeks. I promise you havent seen the last of the 5th Column"

The voice faded as the tall figures closed in on Tribal Steel. Red lights illuminated on the bodies. The symbols of the 5th Column appeared. The field was then lit up with a dim red light as the moon turned red also. Over 30 men surrounded Tribal Steel. In an act of fear and terror Tribal Steel unleashed a Nova blast of energy. Hie eyes ears mouth and nostles had pure energy flow from them "AHHHHHHGG!!!" all the Column soldiers were destroyed. The field was once again empty. Just then Tribal awoke sweaty and breathing heavily. He knew he wasent through with the 5th Column.

((Just to add on i wrote this up pretty quick post waht ya think))

thanks glad you like it

Heres my main char Tribal Steel with some primative color



enjoy, e-mail me with a screen of your char and shoudl be able to draw them for you my e-mail is al_papavich@yahoo.com

Heres a sketch with a bit of primatice coloring for my main Tribal Steel. Hope you enjoy.



if you like my art e-mail me a screen of your char and i should be able to draw it for you. my e-mail is al_papavich@yahoo.com

Harris: First of all I would like to thank you for taking the time to appear on the program.

Tribal Steel: Its a pleasure to be here ::smirks::

Harris: Could you tell the viewers at home a little bit about how and why you became a hero.

Tribal Steel: Its not an easy story to tell. I'll give it a shot though. ::inhales deeply:: I lived in Steel Canyon, I always lived there, grew up as a child. I was walking one day when i was taken. The 5th Column used me as a lab rat for there cyborg enhancments. My arms were replaced with metal and metal bone replacements were put into most of my body. They blasted me with radiation to seal the experiments. Later they thought I was dead, they dumped me. I woke up dazed and with these powers.

Harris: What would you say is the greatest reward for being a hero?

Tribal Steel: Seeing the relieved smiles of peoples faces. As long as I can help others Im can sleep soundly.

Harris: Have you ever found there is any drawback to being a hero?

Tribal Steel:Many new enimies surface in your life. Also my old and normal life is barely liveable cause a heroes work is never done.

Harris:What is going through your mind when you are in a dangerous situation that could lead to civilian casualties? That must be a scary situation.

Tribal Steel: I dont really see danger anymore ::laughs out a bit:: but im not fearless. I just focus knowing either me or them will walk away from the fight.

Harris: How do you feel about people that use their powers for crime like the outcast or the super villains we starting to see around the city?

Tribal Steel: Its sad, they exploit there powers for there own greed and lack of self control. Many can handle the stress of having super powers :auses:: but some cant.

Harris:What do you think is going through these criminals minds when they commit these acts?

Tribal Steel: Perhaps that they desire power. Just wanting to destroy as much as they can. Wanting respect or something.

Harris:How do you feel about the various anti hero and anti mutant groups that believe heroes cause more problems then they solve? Given the amount of work heroes do for the city this must be quite upsetting.

Tribal Steel: Yes it is Steven, they just dont understand what the heroes of Paragon City and of the world go through each day. They complain while we fight endless villians in the streets, and buildings across the city. Hell we even go down into the sewers.

Harris:and finally, have you ever worked along side the Statesman? What is he like?

Tribal Steel: Not really, but sort of. I was changed a week before the invasion of the Rikti. I fought near him I could say. ::laughs:: From what I saw from him was he is a great leader. Able to organize thousands of men and women. Im inspired by his great leadership.

Harris:I would like to thank you for coming on the show and on behalf of the citizens of Paragon city thank you for keeping the streets safe

Tribal Steel: Pleasure being here Steve.

Thanks for the ideas, i might just use that maiming of 5th Column soldiers, who dosent like seeing nazis die
Ill post more later

Part VIII: Aftermath

A month after his scuffle with the 5th Tribal Steel never felt better. He was busting crimes three times faster than he use to. He reached a nirvana, his mind was clear and focused. Tribal Steel could focus his energy better. The curse of the 5th Column had been lifted.

Tribal Steel decided to patrol the city. His contact and friend Mark Delbourne gave him leads to Talos Islands. Apparently the 5th Column were consorting with the Freakshow, a band of mutalated men drugged to fight, and fight well they did. So Tribal Steel took a nice trip to the Talos Islands. He reached a bridge leading into the city, the sun mirriored from the water of the bay. Inside his visor he squinted "Man, need to get anti-glare put into this thing." as he smirked. Tribal Steel sprinted to the guard rail, he jumped and placed his foot on the rail and leapt from it, as he reached the peak of his jump he began to sore into the sky. He saw boats sail and glide beneath him, unknowing of the trouble that was about to insue...

Tribal Steel weaved in between tightly packed skyscrapers. People on the ground gazed in amazment they told each other "Look its Tribal Steel!". Tribal Steel waved "WOOO HOOO!!" as he did a barrel roll. He returned to the task at hand then, realizing he was close to the warehouse Mark told him of. Tribal touched down and recalled what else Mark informed him of. "Now Tribal Steel, a man named Patrik MacAlinden has been tooken hostage. The FreakShow are useing him as calateral for something the 5th Column have. You have to find out what it is the FreakShow want." Tribal Steel craked his neck and stretched "Ahh thats nice." He opened the door and prepared for battle.

Inside the warehouse wreaked of sawdust and fish. "Uuk, what the hell is goin' on in here!?" Tribal Steel thought to himself. The crates and boxes inside were all stamped with Paragon City export and import seals. He reached a small storage room, he peared around the corner seeing three 5th Column soldiers and three FreakShow... freaks. They muttered things to each other as Tribal Steel watched on. The 5th begand to shout as each group got more flamboiant and arragant. One freak shoved a large spike into a 5th soldiers chest. Tribal Steel knew it was time to kick up some crime. The lead 5th soldier shot the freak that began the fight with a shot gun... it wasent pleasent. "Glad im sniping." Tribal Steel said. "Its Dinner time sukkas!!, AND ENERGY BLASTS ARE ON THE MENU!!" Tribal SHouted as he blasted the blood soaked 5th column soldier as he smaked the wall hard hanging lifeless over a crate. "[censored] its Tribal Steel!" a 5th soldier yelled "Get em' boys." a freak replied. A freak charged Tribal with a large blade. Tribal Steel dodged to the side punching the freak in the back of the head disorienting him. He stumblled forward dropping the blade as Tribal Steel ran up form behind him and missle drop kicked him. "Munch on concreate pal." as Tribal Steel laughed. the two reamining men left one from the 5th and the other from the FreakSHow were still going at it ignoring the order of the now dead freak. Tribal Steel slowly walked up to a crate that wasent marked with Paragon City seals. He craked the box, he looked on a set of rather deadly looking missiles or something. "So its weapons the Freaks want." Tribal Steel said. The two villianous men were both worn out, beaten and bloody they wobbled back and forth. Tribal Steel shot both of them one in the spine the other in the stomach. They dropped to the ground. In the silence Tribal Steel could think back to what they were arguing about. The freaks spoke of the man Patrik, and the 5th said it would cost more than just his life for the missiles. "Well now i have to find that Pat." Tribal Steel sighed and continued on through the warehouse.

He reached only one other room, it was dark with one light focused on a man in a chair. The remains of 5th Column soldiers were apparant, Fighting broke out. Tribal Steel tried to stay in the shadows looking for freaks. He heard shouts then smacks, and moans of pain. Only one but very large freak was there. He was the size of a large tree trunk and arms of a gorilla. So in good old fashion Tribal Steel had to kill or arrest this man, and Tribal Steel knew he wouldnt go quietly. Tribal Steel kicked on night vision on his visor then knocked out the light. He ran up to the freak and punched him in the head then the kidneys and kicked him in the chest. The punches barely fazed the beast of a man, but the kick knocked him into the wall. Then the freak began to swing wildly in the air, while Tribal Steel put Patrik out side the room. Once he steppind inside he was blasted in the face. It shot him out of the room across the hall into some boxes. The freak made his way out of the room. Noticing Tribal Steel down the way. Tribal slowly got up "Damn, knocked the wind out of me." He muttered. By that time the freak was on his way full bore twords him. He charged a shot as it hit the freaks leg flipping him as he landed on the ground. Tribal ran to him kicking him in the side and punching the large man in the face. After several hits landed Tribal Steel calmed down. Then shot small energy beams into the mans arms making them limp and useless.

Tribal Steel picked Patrik MacAlinden up and carried him outside "You alright man?" Tribal asked "I'll be okayi suppose." Pat replied. With that Tribal Steel took Pat to a safer place. Then went on his way. With the weapons disposed of and Patrik in good hands the day was saved. Tribal Steel landed on a high builiding to rest. The sun clouds covered much of the sun casting shadows over much of the city. "Not much better than this." Tribal Steel said laying back and shutting his eyes, dazing into his calm dreamland.

((Hope you enjoy this installment ))

yea i do have some pretty carppy spelling, but hey thanks for the compliment man. Ill brainstorm some ideas and add on.

yea mine are around ClearNinjas size, and i always have to edit and cahnge the story to fit in to the space.

glad we could help out