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Originally Posted by Leo_G

Energy Blast theme - Rocket Propulsion

-Rocket Thrust > Power Burst one or the other. Rocket Thrust would simply have no knockback. Instead, this power would repel you backward. Rocket Thrust and Power Burst would have similar animations (and identical cast times) but where PB would mitigate the enemy, RT would grant the user temporary flight (8 seconds) and propel the user further from the foe they're targeting as it's dealing damage...if you don't like the flight, talk to the Gull but it will always repel the user backward. RT also grants the user 1 stack of 'Rocket Propulsion'.

-Comet Strike > Power Push one or the other. Comet Strike would be an downward arcing ball of energy that would strike the enemy and knock them high into the air and inflict -fly on the target. Comet Strike also grants the user 1 stack of 'Rocket Propulsion'.

-Comet Rain > Explosive Blast one or the other. Comet Rain would do the same damage as Explosive Blast but activate much slower (I'd put it at the same activation as Breath type attacks) and acts as a placed targeted AoE like Rain of Fire. This power has no secondary effects besides granting the user 1 stack of 'Rocket Propulsion'. This would do the same damage as Explosive Blast and I'd imagine the animation would be throwing a beam up that then scatters and rains down on the foe.

Originally Posted by Stone Daemon

Those deaths were all Speey's, btw. Until next Friday, guys!

Originally Posted by doomrider

My WS, Etherrender. Hero/Vigilante/Villain costumes. Haven't made it all the way to villain yet so if you see him on Freedom its most likely you'll see him in the middle one.

Originally Posted by Darth_Khasei

Told ya Arbiter Hawk was a good powers guy.

Originally Posted by Timeshadow

Give in to your desires. You'll become far more powerful than you can imagine...

Originally Posted by Memphis_Bill

I try to get a piece of artwork done for each character that hits 50. Some get more than one, some non-50s get them. I'd had a nice freebie that had been done of my Fire/Fire blaster (well, one of them) - Hot Purrsuit - earlier, but I hadn't commissioned a more detailed piece.

I'd gotten nice work done by Cric before (like Therra Malevola, a ways above, still one of the more popular bits I'd had done) and since he was available, I tapped him for this. Don't even think I mentioned her having super speed... Love how it turned out.

Originally Posted by ThePriest

A couple images of Incarnate:

The first is of Lucas Colston, the identity he goes back to when visiting his mother in Steel Canyon, or when trying to keep a low profile on the city streets.
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The second is Incarnate's normal outfit...though typically he has the Rook chest detail (forgot to disable the SG emblem). Colston's mind immediately went to his idol Statesman, and the simple costume bears testament to that. Notice he appears appreciably older and much more built, in his mid-to-late 20's.
[Snipp'd]
With normal chest emblem:
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Finally, we have the Armored Incarnate. This is what Incarnate changes into for particularly difficult challenges (read: Task Forces and Trials). He knows he isn't invincible, and thus is adding layers of protection to his uniform.
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Originally Posted by PsychicKitty

I have to aggree with some of the posters...

I too thinks the snipes should give no aggro to anything around the target it hits.

I also think it should do what its descriptions says....and actualy do extreme damage.

And weairdly i think on blasters these things should be longer ranged.

I realize this would alow a blaster to sit back and shoot things at super super long range....but good gravy...if thats what a player wants to do then fine.

They have a failry long recharge and are interuptable and they take time to shoot....so why not allow the blaster to actualy sniper things....

If it was possible i would say change the way they work so they work like sniper attacks in first person shooter games...where the blaster would get a scope and reticle and be able to make head shots....
But that would require a huge mechanic creation.
So i dont think that would ever happen.
But that kind of mechanic would definatley make them stand out as an archtype thats for sure.

Originally Posted by Lord_Digital

here's the main outift I use for my WS on Freedom called Requiems-Revenge

Originally Posted by Stone Daemon

Paving the way on new frontiers for KFs, we ran the Abandoned Sewer Trial! Was one of the smoothest runs I've been on.

Afterwards, Speedy, Abe, and I saved the world from Mot. You're welcome. Oh, and speedy d/c'd, but left me this little present:



^Look in the chatbox^

Originally Posted by ThePriest

I know this is probably WAY too late, but I thought I'd write out Incarnate's story to share with everyone else. He is definitely a leap before he looks type of character, always with the best of intent. This shows off in-game by racing ahead of the rest of his team to confront the enemy threat, confident in his own abilities to hold out *just* long enough for everyone else to get there. He's always willing to lay it all on the line to ensure that the hostages are rescued, or teammates are saved, no matter what the cost is to himself. Costume pictures will follow once I get back home.


Human name: Lucas Colston
Kheldian name: Radiant Cascade
Peacebringer name: Incarnate

Lucas Colston was, and in some ways still is, an average fourteen year old boy living in a city full a super heroes. He avidly collected the latest newspaper clippings of good triumphing over evil in all its forms. His comic book collection of real and make believe heroes rivaled the best his classmates had collected. In short, he was a hero worshiper who had no illusions of grandeur for himself.

Lucas knew that he would never amount to hero material, and he was content with that. He was bright, but not brilliant. He was athletic, but not exceptionally so. And while he could track down who ate the last of the cookies his mother had baked before, he was no great detective. Besides which, the city had enough heroes to save itself a hundred times over.

Every night after PCN had finished its recap on the heroic exploits of day, Lucas would lock himself away in his room. Sitting at his desk, he'd retrieve the hidden police radio that his uncle had given him in secret several years prior. Volume turned down low, he would listen for hours as police called in the help of heroes across the city. Bombings were averted. Hostages rescued. Villains brought to justice.

Much to his dismay, the broadcast that went out one evening involved a building just two blocks away from his home in Steel Canyon. Hellions had set fire to an apartment complex, and so close to home. He knew he shouldn't go. It was something he had promised his uncle upon receiving the gift in the first place, that he would never use the radio to see a crime in progress. But this was his chance to see his heroes in person! See Positron deploy some gadget to snuff out all of the fires at once. See Synapse run fast enough to extinguish the flames. The possibilities lured him quietly out his window, and towards the inferno.

The flames were intense. The PFD were on-scene, but it was clear that they were no match for the roaring flames. Worse, the shadowy forms of Hellion arsonists would occasionally duck out from behind the building to rebuild a blaze that the PFD had extinguished. It was intense, and Lucas soaked it all in while waiting for his expected heroes to appear.

He waited. And waited. The flames grew more intense, and the cries for help from within the building grew more urgent.

"No one is responding on the radio!" the Fire Chief said.

Lucas' head whirled towards the Chief in shock. No heroes? None? No one coming to rescue those within the building?

"Are you sure?" one of the firefighters yelled back over the raging crackle of the fire.

"I'm sure! Skyway and Atlas reserve firefighters are on the way, but that's it." The Chief eyed the blaze again. "They won't make it, this building is going to come down any minute. Start pulling your people back."

"NO!" Lucas shouted, stepping out from car he was hiding behind. "There are people still in there!"

"Son, anyone still in there is behind our reach." the Chief said sadly. "Without the heroes, we can't get to them."

Lucas then did what any fourteen year old would do: he acted without thinking the situation through. Pulling up his collar around his face, he charged blindly into the burning building, homing in on the noise of crying from the upper levels. He wasn't trying to be a hero, that was the furthest thought in his mind. Indeed, his brain caught up with his body moments later and he stood paralyzed in the stairwell.

"What am I doing?!" he asked himself aloud. His body turned back to the entrance on his own accord, driven by an all-consuming fear. He took two steps before a cry for help pierced his consciousness.

"Help us! HELP US!" came the voice just one level above where he stood.

He had a choice. His adolescent brain had forced him into the building. Fear had turned him away. He was tired of his choices being taken from him. He knew he could leave the building and no one would think any less of him. None of the firefighters had rushed in. Or he could do what was right. What was called for in situations like these.

He headed towards that cry for help.

Minutes later he and two women, a mother and her four year old daughter, emerged from the building covered in soot. Lucas struggled to breathe from the smoke he'd inhaled, and struggled all the more when the mother threw her arms around his neck in a fierce embrace.

"Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you." the woman mumbled into his shoulder over and over again.

News cameras had arrived on the scene while he had been inside, their lights blinding him. Reporters droned on about the situation, but it was readily apparent that they wanted statements from Lucas.

For the second time in the night, he froze. He wasn't supposed to be out this late, nor by himself. He wasn't supposed to have the police radio that let him head here in the first place. He had broken more of his mother's rules in one night than he had in the previous six months. Instead of answering any questions, he ran.


High above, another watched his flight from the scene. It hovered, unnoticed by the crowd milling below. It had watched the entire incident, for much the same reasons that Lucas had. Radiant Cascade was newly arrived on Earth, and had been directed by Sunstorm to seek our a willing, and worthy, host. A hero just cutting his teeth in the fight against evil would allow himself, as well as his host, to carve a new destiny for themselves.

Cascade was surprised when no hero showed up to fight the blaze, and was further shocked when the young boy had charged into the building without other assistance. That the boy had been successful only fueled the intrigue. Thus when he ran, Cascade followed.

He watched as the boy snuck quietly back into his room, and observed the small form rocking gently on the bed.

"Why didn't anyone show up? Why? " Tears rolled down Colston's cheeks, forming small rivers of soot. Angry red burns covered his arms and neck.

"You did." Cascade's voice seemingly came from everywhere, and nowhere, within the room.

The boy shot upright from his bed, grimacing as the action tugged at his burns. "Who is there?" he asked defiantly.

Cascade phased into view, a wisp of light that illuminated the bedroom. "I am called Radiant Cascade. Your people call my kind Kheldians. Peacebringers."

The tension drained out of the boy's face slightly. He'd heard of Peacebringers. The police radio had talked about their own Kheldians, the Awakened Division. They were the last line of defense for the blue shield. "What do you want?" he asked.

Again the voice came from everywhere and nowhere. "To bond with a hero. To become more than the sum of our individual parts."

"Then why are you here?"

"I've found my hero."

The boy's jaw hung slack as he considered the statement. Moments passed before he replied. "I'm no hero. You're looking for someone like Back Alley Brawler or Manticore. Positron or Synapse. Swan or..."

"I've found my hero." the voice interrupted, this time with an edge to it. "None of those threw themselves into the flames today to save those that needed saving. You have no powers to call your own, no training, but you did what grown men with both were unwilling to do. I choose you."

"I just did what had to be done."

"Boy, I have lived for thousands of years amongst many people. In all that time, there has never been a better definition of heroic action than what you just said. You are a worthy partner. Let us help each other."

The boy looked to the wall where his Statesman poster was hung. It was signed by the hero himself, shortly after Colston's father had died. "Strength and courage, Lucas" it said in broad, sweeping strokes. It was a living testament despite Stateman's passing. "Ok. What do I…" His breath cut off in a gasp as Radiant Cascade entered his body, the two becoming one. The burns disappeared in an instant, replaced with smooth unbroken skin. And in his mind…

Memories from dozens of lifetimes, hundreds, cascaded through his consciousness. He witnessed the death, birth, and life of stars. The exploration of comets and asteroids. His arrival on Earth. His rescue of the trapped women, seen from high above. All of these memories and more flashed by before settling to a deep, abiding peace of mind.

Are you there? he thought to himself.

I will always be here. Cascade's voice echoed inside their mind.

What do we do now?

What you did tonight. What is right.


Several months have passed since Colston and Cascade bonded into the Peacebringer known as Incarnate. He currently serves as a member of the Shining Stars, alongside Twinshot, Grym, Dillo, Flambeaux, and Proton. He finds great enjoyment in his new metamorphic abilities. To the outward world as Incarnate, he looks to be an athletic man in his mid 20's. Only when he returns home to visit his mother does he revert back to the boyish figure who recently turned 15.

As a hero, Incarnate displays all of the youthful exuberance that comes with Colston's young age. His Kheldian counterpart is often exasperated, in a fatherly way, with the adolescent urges to leap without looking. Cascade seeks to temper that recklessness, without squashing the enthusiasm behind it.

Originally Posted by Dechs Kaison

I am afraid of the superior versions.

Originally Posted by Justaris

Thanks for the compliments! Yeah, make whatever use of them you can when you can with my blessing, just being able to share my characters and read about other players' is reward enough for me. Being a spy would suit Iscariot's personality nicely, as he prefers not to use his powers until absolutely necessary.

Elements of Iscariot's backstory were originally kept unknown because he was conceived as a crossover character between City of Heroes and the universe of Joss Whedon's Angel as though they were taking place in the same world, and Charles is a legacy character based of specific characters from that series. Therefore, in the interests of not being generic'd, vagueness! But I think ultimately it's worked in his favor.

Fourscore is entirely my creation, and I only found out that DC's Captain Atom was named Nathaniel Adam over a year after I'd written Fourscore's backstory. I refuse to change it on principle, because I like the sound of the name I picked.

Originally Posted by Justaris

I'm a bit late to this particular party, but it's always a pleasure to see everyone's investment in their Kheldians. I don't know if mine would be of interest or not, but I'm happy to contribute just the same. In the meantime I'll enjoy reading about everyone else's characters.



Heroic Identity: Iscariot (Warshade)
Host: Charles Raiden
Kheldian: Unknown

Charles Raiden spent his childhood at the sides of heroes, the comrades-in-arms of his late father. Although his father did not possess any sort of superhuman powers himself, Charles was frustrated constantly throughout his youth by what he saw as his own weakness. His mother tried time and again to help him see reason - but as she herself was a formidable mutant with her own long list of accomplishments to her name, Charles was convinced she was simply humoring him and would hear none of it.

Insecurity soon became obsession, and as Charles entered his young adulthood he was easy prey for the agents of the Council, who promised him a power unimaginable. Rationalizing that he would make up for his misdeeds once he had real power, Charles quickly became overwhelmed and was slated to be consumed by one of Arakhn's Nicti. The Nictus chosen to consume him, however, observed his childhood memories and saw in Charles a host that might offer it a chance at being more than a shock trooper in Arakhn's war, a war it had long since tired of fighting. It chose that moment to break from its past life, seeing in Charles a strength which might give them both a chance at something better.

Reborn as a Warshade, a fusion of human flesh and alien energy, Charles saw the true price of the great power he wasted so many years of his life seeking. His perfect memory recalled every sin he rationalized away on his path to power, every crestfallen look and snuffed hope he left in his wake. Although Charles now wields great power indeed, there is little he would not give to atone for the innocent blood and wasted time that were his power’s price. Despite having earned the respect of many in recent months, the warshade hero Iscariot is often bitterly critical of himself.





Heroic Identity: Fourscore (Peacebringer)
Host: Nathaniel L. Adams
Kheldian: Eumenides

Born into one of the wealthiest of Paragon City’s old families, with roots going back all the way to the old colonial days, Adams coasted through primary school and university without any real interests to motivate him, spending more time at the fraternity house than the classroom. While his father encouraged him to take an interest in politics and world affairs, Nathaniel could rarely be bothered to so much as open a book.

It is therefore not surprising that Nathaniel was completely unaware of the dangerous game his father had been playing in funding heroic initiatives and grassroots organizations aimed at undermining the power of The Council and its mysterious leader, The Center. The Adams clan operated as a source of support and funds for such groups for almost twenty years, until the day when the family mansion exploded in a fiery conflagration that claimed the lives of every living Adams. Except one.

In the aftermath of the explosion, Nathaniel came to realize the legacy his family had left to him as well as the likely cause of the bombing which had claimed his family’s lives. Despite his conviction that the Center was responsible, neither the investigating police nor the city’s heroes were able to conclusively link the tragic explosion to The Center. To Nathaniel’s eyes, it seemed as if those his family had sacrificed their lives to support had simply given up on them.

Angry and frustrated, Nathaniel began to train himself in criminology, detective skills, languages, physical conditioning, anything that seemed to be useful in the pursuit of the mysterious mastermind at the heart of The Council. This fervor drew many offers of sympathy or condolence, all of which Nathaniel rejected. There was one, however, who offered something more than just empty words.

Nathaniel was training late into the night in his converted loft, a playboy’s penthouse transformed almost overnight into a Spartan training flat. A stranger approached him, the intrusion unwelcome, and as Nathaniel turn to tell off the interloper, he stopped short and stared at the glowing alien eyes of the cloaked figure before at him.

The newcomer pulled back his hood to reveal the wizened features of a man perhaps more than a hundred years old. His voice sounded like the cracking of old parchment when he spoke. "I had begun to wonder if there were yet any men in whom the spark of vengeance still burned… you are the one I have been seeking. And, I think, I may be what you have been searching for as well..."

The stranger spoke long into the night. He explained that he was called Sharpsword, host to an alien being of pure energy who called himself Eumenides. Sharpsword had been bonded to Eumenides as a Peacebringer for nearly eighty years, long before most of the other Kheldians arrived on Earth, and hinted that he was far from the first Earthling to do so.

With the aid of Eumenides, Nathaniel would be gifted the power to put his training and his knowledge into action. Rather than engineer the downfall of those who destroyed his family, he could bring them to their knees personally. The joining process could not be reversed and was necessary for the alien to survive, yet it was willing to die rather than settle for an unworthy or unwilling host. If he refused, both the old man and his alien companion would perish before the dawn.

It was no choice at all.

Joining the fierce, uncompromising passion of the Kheldian Eumenides with his own zeal for justice and newfound appreciation for his family’s proud history, Nathaniel Adams took his place among Paragon City’s heroes as the hero Fourscore. To honor of the long and glorious career of Eumenides’ previous host, Sharpsword (whose grave Nathaniel visits weekly), he makes it a point of honor to serve the city with distinction as he goes about his private mission.

Over the ensuing months since his rebirth, Nathaniel has discovered that Eumenides’ perspective on justice is decidedly more draconian than that embraced by the most of Paragon’s heroes, but oftentimes it can difficult to tell just who is holding whom back - the human element seems to fuel Eumenides’ rage as often as it tempers it, and Nathaniel is not without his own demons. He is honestly unsure what he will do if Fourscore ever does manage to track down The Center. Perhaps put him in jail and tear down his organization brick by brick, undone by a boy he likely forgot about long, long ago. Perhaps something more... visceral.

Only time will tell.

Originally Posted by Zemblanity

Thanks, but, hmm, bear in mind that I wrote this before the light-form changes. I think it's safe to say Peacebringers are a bit tougher now

Originally Posted by Justaris

Here's my first and still favorite Warshade, Iscariot, recently redesigned his look with various bells and whistles available to me and fairly pleased with the overall effect.

Originally Posted by Zemblanity

Awhile back, I wrote a little piece of fiction for Seminova following the Roy Cooling affair, delving on the question of whether every bonded Peacebringer should be afforded the priviledges of a hero (namely Medi-Portals), regardless of their actual performance on the field. I don't know if it interests you, but here's the link if it does.

http://boards.coh.com/showthread.php?t=251130&langid=5

Originally Posted by doomrider

*Sneaks into base and dumps several black garbage bags full of longbow officer limbs behind your porters*

That'll keep em away, let me know when they start to smell and I'll replace them with some fresh ones. I'll send you a bill for my services at the end of every month.

Originally Posted by MaestroMavius

Sounds like a fun concept!

I agree that Fire/Dark might be your best bet, with a conceit that Energy's Nova would look cooler.