ZenFighter

CHAPTER ONE
The explosions rippled throughout the building. The Bionic Shredder activated the ground melting system in his boots causing the carpet to melt into foul smelling goo. “get out of here, NOW!” the Bionic Shredder said over his communications link to his team, “I can only hold them for so long.” He smashed his mace into another troll tried to rush past him. He chanced a look back at the other seven members of his team as they ran toward the doors that were hanging on bye their hinges. He knew that if they didn’t make it out then what he was about to do would be useless. Another troll ran through the goo and slowed, then fell and was hit in the back of his skull bye the mace. His team ran clear through the door and over a hill. A large group of trolls erupted into the hallway where the Bionic Shredder waited. He used every defensive power he could and as they ran at him he knew this was his last stand. He heard another bomb go off in the building, probably close to the last one. He was barraged by trolls and their attacks. He threw his armored arm up high, holding the mace, and swung it down in a circle smashing trolls and throwing them in all directions. Then there were the last seconds. His sensors blanked out and his suit began to rip away, being torn from the body which it was attached. He only hoped his team got away in time…

i am an RPer on protector.
my RP toons are
The Bionic Shredder-inv/SS tank
The Reborn Pheonix-Fire/Fire blaster
The Zen Fighter-MA/Regen scrapper
The Galactic Traveller-FF/psy defender

heres a story of my charecter, nd is based off of some of my real world experiences.
Enlightenment.
****intro****
Born in a remote town in Pennsylvania Michael Goldswipe had a large amount of time to think. he spent a decent part of it thinking of ways to better himself. he never thought he was good enough, he had to improve, to enlighten himself in one way or another. he finally found a way to perfect himself one day.
**chapter1**
Michael closed his eyes. open eyes in the dark can only lower your senses. he heard the pattering of padded feet on concrete behind him, slowly moving in a circle. he new he was his enemie was a professional. too bad for them, thinking they could sneek up on him in pitch-black darkness. he swowly raised his right arm until it was directly in front of him as though he was pointing. he knew they would be strong, and move fast. silently he walked backwards. he heard metal scraping on metal directly behind him. he sensed the man's body behind him. listening to his breath to guess his height. in a flash he had turned around and his arm pulled back to his body, giving him extra force to move his body in a circle. his foot, covered in small light cloth shoes, sliced the air upwards to be met with the steel of the sword he was expecting. he found out by how his foot caused it to vibrate it was a well made katana. the one with the sword lashed out, nicking part of Michael's cheek and causes his liquid life to pool and drip down the face of his nearly hairless head.
he flattened his body on the ground and rolled away just as the sword cut deep into the concrete where he had been moments before. Michael leaped to his feet and lashed his arm outward, knowing his attackers skull would be right there. he felt the fine cloth that his attacker used as his suit and felt it become wet as his fist was removed from it. the attacker dropped to the ground with a loud thud. for the first time since he had closed his eyes less than a minute ago Michael. he pulled his lighter out of one of the many hidden pockets of bright white robe and flipped the opening up. the light it gave off was enough for him to see with his trained eye. he saw the man in silver robes lying on his back in a pool of spreading crimson.
Arachnos needs to train its assasins better. this one only got a nick on me.
he then turned and began to walk to the freedom base. taking his time so he could look over the layout of the city in Bloddy Bay. he wiped the blood from his cheek and concentrated on willing the blood to stop flowing past his skin. he was able to due to the harmony between his mind and body. he would need to meditate when he got home.
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tell me if you like it. if you guys do ill write more.

Name: Jok'tel

Superhero Name: The Star Crosser

Race(Black, White, Alien): Alien (Zyhkel)

Origin(Mutant, Science): Natural

Hero or Villain: Hero

Archetype: Scrapper

Former Job(If Any): Tribe Cheiftan

Current Home: (Can be anywhere you quest at, or hang out at, or anywhere your character was born, go nuts.) Paragon City

Brief Physical Description: eight foot tall, muscular, sometimes has spines growing out of him

Brief Personality Description: he is very strong willed and stubborn.

Goals and motivators: Hopes to recollect all of his tribe that have made it to earth.

Does your character care about Freedom Corps/Arachnos?: not really

A typical quote from your character: (does not speak any human language)

Do Heroes or Villains Recognize your character, if so how: yes, he is a huge spiny, blue, tattoed man

History: Cheiftan of the Light Moon clan. after his homeworld was atacked by the Ritki and he was teleported to earth his soul job has beent o search for his tribe members.

Here is a role playing story i have been working on. if you have a race or a part of the story to add please do. i am hoping to use this in game. i am on the protecter server and my toons name is Star Crosser

The Ritki Attacked earth. but they did not stop there. in another dimension there lives (or should i say lived) a rather barabaric race. They called themselves the Zyhkels. they seemed human enough but there were obvious difference. They were muscle laden, easily standing seven feet tall. their skin is a blue color being darker on males and lighter on females. they often live hundreds of years. they can naturally grow spines from their body by will. they also have amazing regenerative abilities. their eyes are actually sources of their power, glowing almost all colors. The cheiftan of a clan, Jok'tel, was examing an area where intruders were coming onto their land. while studying some of these figures from a hill he was attacked. he defeated the drone and tried to run back to his village. after arriving there the village is attacked by the invasders (later learned that they are the Ritki) after holding them off many of the people begin to dissapear. Jok'tel is one of them. The Ritki sent him and a few others of his kind to earth for an unknown reason. now he and his people that are in Paragon city attempt to find a way back home. Jok'tel took the name Star Crosser for himself while trying to gather his people. many similar events happened on other worlds and many alien races now are on earth, some are heros and some are villans.