Blindsight

Sorry I'vee been swampped at work today. I can make tomorrow just name a place and time if thats cool. With that comment about Putting their life infront of others and fighting for justice, it pretty much sucms Star-Rider up :P. But yeah lemme know when and where and I'll come meet up with you.

Havn't been on Heroes in a long time but just got back the other day and decided to make a Captain Atom esq character. If there is a Hero SG running Id love to take a look. If anyone can give me any info on that it would be great.

Hey smiles, Sionis here. You got my help as Doctor Magnus. Just gimme a time and date and im thre. World domination ftw

Back at Port Oakes silence befell the warehouse, the henchmen gathered around the door weapons at the ready. Sionis stood back into the shadows watching with anticipation. A bright red light started to bleed through the cracks in the door. “What the hell…” said one of the henchmen, before he was blown back off of his feet with the others by a colossal explosion. Smoke filled the hole where the door once was. A tall figure floated through the smoke, landing on top of the debris. The hero stood 6ft tall, kitted out in a black high-tech battle suit. His helmet tinted in a dark blue.

“Anyone home?” he said sarcastically in a deep Texan accent. One of the henchmen managed to pick him self up and fire a shot off from his magnum. Scrapping the hero’s chest plate the thug was knocked off his feet yet again by a blast of blue energy. “So who’s runnin this party boys?” He grabbed one of the fallen thugs by his shirt and lifted him high off the ground. “You gonna talk boy, or do I gotta force it out of ya?” his free hand started glowing a bright red, pulsing in front of the thugs face.

“Jesus man what’s wrong with your hands!” the thug trying to pry himself free form the hero’s grip. “I’ll tell ya just don’t hit me man. It’s Sio.” Before the thug could finish his jaw was blown clean off, smearing the hero’s reflective mask with a thick coat of blood and bone. Retracting from the body as if his blood were acidic, the hero scanned the room. The smell of hot lead filled the air. The haunting mask of Sionis slipped back into the shadows; smoke pouring from the barrel of his gun.

“Boy, you just gone and make the biggest mistake of your life.” Said the hero as he smeared the blood off his helmet and made his way towards Sionis.
Working his way through the shadowed maze of crates the hero hounded Sionis. From out of nowhere Sionis leapt from the shadows spraying the hero with a poisonous toxin concealed within his wristbands. The acidic concoction ate away at the hero’s helmet, scrapping at it trying to get it off the hero stumbled backwards.

Grasping a crowbar from a near by crate Sionis loomed over the fallen hero pushing his foot against his chest sending the man crashing to the ground. “Your life ends here.”

Under the Knife

[The moon dwarfs an old warehouse on the docks of Port Oakes. The surrounding area is silent, nothing but the howl of the wind runs through the streets. A small light flickers through the boarded windows. Inside several men in Halloween masks are sat on the wooden crates. A young woman is shackled to a far wall, her dress masking the blood that drips off her mouth. The haunting figure of Sionis emerges from the shadows, wrapping black cloth around his fists. Walking over to the woman he ties the cloth off and stares down at her with his rotted eyes. He holds out his hands as one of his minions passes him a small surgical knife.]

“It’s time we removed your mask.” His free hand grabbed the woman’s throat pinning her against the wall, white light bounced off the knife as he raised it to the side of her face. Tightening his grip around her throat the maniac pressed the blade onto the side of her face. The knife ran across her cheek leaving a thin trail of blood. As her screams filled the warehouse the madman continued to disfigure her face.

Sionis dragged the knife across her skin and whipped the blood onto the floor. Cleaning it off with his coat he placed the knife on a near by crate.
“Boss, we got company.” Said one of his henchmen peering through the window.

“Marcone finally decided to turn up then.” He said walking across to the window

“It’s not Marcone boss. We got ourselves a cape."

"She's coming with me." he said, One of his henchmen grabbed the hostage and slung her over his shoulder. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to clear the guests out." Withdrawing two pistols from his coat he turned back around and headed for the compound.

Pushing his way through the chaos Sionis picks up his phone.
“What…. You? What are you doing here?” Confused Sionis stood still in the middle of the panic, people running into him as if he were a brick wall.

Clipped in the shoulder by a stray bullet Sionis dropped the phone. Un phased by the wound he looked up at the gunman, Lashing out at him Sionis pummelled the mans face into the ground until his knuckles were hitting nothing but solid ground. Peering up through his proverbial crimson mask he saw the silhouette of two figures on the cliff side, “Marcone” He grunted wiping the blood from his face.

Two guards stood at the front gate waving their flashlights at people passing the grounds. Not really taking any pride in their job they started messing about shining the light in each other’s eyes.

“Hah got ya,” said one of the guards as he got a bright light waved in front of his face. “Ah ya son of a… I can’t see S***.” The sound of crushing bone was heard over the panic of the party. “Heh, damn. What was that, you think someone got trampled in there?”

The only reply the guard got was from a cold-scarred voice. “Evening…”

As the guards focus came back into view he saw the masked figure towering over him. Starring down the barrel of a gun he could make out the other guards head crushed between Sionis hand and the concrete pillar behind him. Motioning his henchmen into the party Sionis kept his eyes fixed on the guard at the gate.

“You have two choices. You can either die here on the spot or tell me where I can find Marcone's wife.”

Without hesitation the guard whimpered, “She’s in the beach house on the edge of the cliff, Jesus please don’t kill me.”

“That was easier than I anticipated.” He said lowering his gun.

“Oh thank you, if there’s anythi…” a fierce pain in his gut interrupted the guard. Smoked poured from the end of Sionis gun as he kicked the guard to the floor and proceeded into the compound. The guard collapsed into a pool of his own blood. Grasping hold of his radio he tried to make one last desperate call. “Get Marcone out, It's Sionis.”

Hey guys just wanted to know if this group is still around and if so who do I contact for an invite, sounds like an awesome idea.

The Masquerade

[Steel towers rise up out of a fog of hot neon. The night sky is heavy with turbulent clouds. A powerful searchlight beam shines over a Marcone compound. People flooding the grounds as if a big event were happening. Up on the rooftops, there is a sense of feverish heat. The city is contained by it and the sky steals it in, like the lid of a pressure cooker. Sionis stands on the edge of a building, a ragged silhouette, dwarfed by the searchlight behind him.]

Kneeling down and grasping the searchlight cables Sionis turns to one his men. “Between the idea and the reality, between the motion and the act.” He pulls on the cables snapping them in half. “Falls the Shadow.” The searchlight powers down cloaking the street in darkness.

“Is this a wise idea sir, I mean after what Don Barzini said.” The thug looked nervous both about the mission and questioning Sionis. Standing to his feet Sionis grabbed the thug around the neck and held him over the edge.

“Give me a reason not to drop you right now.” Sionis growled through the mask.

“I...” before the thug could even open his mouth Sionis let go of his grip sending the man plummeting towards the concrete bed.

“You, you’re coming with me.” Tossing a pistol towards a thug whos jaw was on the floor. “We’ve got a party to crash.”

Pushing his chair back he stood up towering over Pistol. He grabbed his guns off the desk and slotted them back into his holster. “That man took my empire. He will die, with or without your help.” Turning around he headed out of the office pushing a henchman to one side. As he passed through the door he stopped and muttered. “Keep the knife.”

Glaring at the henchman with blood shot eyes he sat down in the chair oposite pistol, placing his pistols neatly on the desk.

"Marcone needs to be gutted with a knife." withdrawing a crimson-coated combat knife from his coat Sionis slid it across the desk. "Can you help me..." straining to say the last word he grumbled under his scarred voice. "...Please."

[The mansion bulks up beneath the moon and cloud-ridden sky. The plaque on the wall is warn and rustic. It’s a bad dream house whose windows are lit with a weird, delirious light. A mystery in stone and timber, best left unsolved. Sionis shadow is thrown back. He walks in down the gravel path, bits sticking to his shoes from all the blood.]

“Marcone.” He growled, “I want you to help me track him down.”

The Long Halloween (Continued)

[A storm is brewing over Cap Au Diable. A gunshot is heard echoing through the twisted alleys of Devils Coattail. A patrolling police officer rushes towards the noise, turning around the corner he sees a man kneeling over a body with a phone to his ear.]

“Is he ok, what happened?”

[The figure kneeling over the corpse stands to his feet slowly turning to face the officer. A black wooden mask covers his face, cloaked in a long black trench coat he pulls out a Desert Eagle pressing it up against the officer’s forehead.]

”…You!?”

[Another gunshot echoes through the alleyway masked by the incoming thunder. Placing the smoking pistol back in his holster he removes a small combat knife and disfigures the corpses face. Still holding the phone to his ear he wait for an answer on the other end.]

The Long Halloween

Jan Sionis was born into one of Paragon city’s elite families, to parents who were wealthy and utterly self-absorbed, caring more about their social status than their son.

During his childhood Jan was attacked by the family’s guard dog whilst playing at his country estate. The incident was covered up and Jan was forbidden from mentioning it to anyone, out of fear that it would make his parents look irresponsible.

Further adding to the cauldron was his father's "friendship" with Daniel Miles; both of Jan's parents disliked the Miles and were quite vocal about it in private with their son. However, to their son's dismay, they continued to associate with Daniel and Lisa Miles and pretended to be friends with the couple, to the extent of literally forcing him to become friends with their son, Jason. His parents' hypocrisy had a deep impact on him, who hated and resented them and the "masks" they wore in public.

When he graduated from high school, Sionis was given a high ranking position inside Bludhaven Chemical, the chemical company his father ran. It was here that he met Nicole, a young working class secretary that he fell in love with. His parents disliked her and made it clear to their son that they wanted the romance ended. Enraged, Sionis took matters into his own hands and burned down his family's mansion, killing both of his parents.

He inherited the family fortune, as well as the family's business. But he wasn't good with business and he began squandering his money, running the firm into the ground with his icreasingly dangerous chemical mixtures.

However, there was a brief light at the end of the tunnel, as childhood acquaintance Jason Miles offered to bail out the company. But Mile's help came with a price, as he demanded that Sionis must give up control over the company and allow Jason to install his own board of directors. Sionis agreed, but was furious at the humiliation and dramatic loss of face he had suffered and, to add insult to injury, Sionis' fiancé Nicole dumped him in front of his entire staff.

Enraged, he went to the family mausoleum and broke his father's ebony coffin lid. Sionis had always been obsessed with masks, and the idea that when a person dons a mask, they become someone else. He took a large piece of the coffin and carved a mask from it, becoming more than just a man.

Sionis found he had an amazing aptitude for crime, and he soon had a large gang working for him. Calling them The Society, the one requirement was that all members must select a mask from his collection and wear it at all times when on the job and in his presence. They were successfully gaining power in the Paragon underworld, until Sionis decided it was time to take his revenge on Jason Miles. He began kidnapping Miles Enterprise executives, putting masks on their faces that were coated in the deadly chemical once made by Bludhaven Chemicals. He also targeted Nicole and forcibly disfigured her with the chemicals in order to force her to reunite with him. Nicole eventually took her own life, driving Sionis into further insanity.

These kidnappings drew the hero Starshot’s attention, and he began hunting down the Society. He slowly began to dismantle the organization until he finally found Sionis in the ruins of his Family home. Jan lit the wreckage on fire trying to escape, but was caught in the burning house. Starshot was able to save him, but the mask had been burned onto his face and left him disfigured.

Sent to the Zig, Sionis used his contacts on the inside to carry out his attacks on the Miles family. Over time his name ran through the criminal ranks of Paragon City, turning him into one of the city’s most ruthless crimelords. The guards tormented Sionis on his appearance but he took no notice. Believing his scars to be a sign of his strength and determination to survive, he created a cult whose trademark was ritual scarring, killing anyone who refused to join.

During a prison break Sionis managed to slip out amongst the chaos. Sionis had lost much of his power base, and it took him some time to rebuild his empire. He began a drug trafficking ring and decided to move his organization into the Rogue Islands.

Moving in on Marcone territory it wasn’t long before several gang wars errupted between the two organisations. Deciding that he wanted to remove the problem Sionis blew up several of the Marcone estates, hounded him, and kidnapped his brother and sister-in-law. Sionis tortured Marcone's sister-in-law brutally in front of his brother, and then made the man eat pieces of his wife's corpse.

Marcone arrived to find his sister-in-law dead, his brother insane, and his consigliore on the verge of being tortured.
He attacked Sionis, and the two of them fought across his penthouse. At the end of the battle, Sionis fell from the top of the building, leaving everyone to assume he was dead.

A year or two passed and the name Sionis had become nothing but a scary story people tell their children to get them to sleep. Unaware to the world Sionis had returned, now looking to strengthen his Iron Grip on the city once again, he saught out the one person he thought could help him regain is power. Alicia Hunter.

Awesome work guys. Lol all this art works makes me wanna try but its gonna be so bad compared to whats already on here. Ah I'll give it a go anyways so you have been warned. :P

Ahah brilliant guys, Yeah the more art work the better I say . Everything so far has been awesome. If anyone wants astick doodle of their toon just ask me im sure I can manage that. :P

Awesome art guys. Hope your pooter starts working again mate. Lol on a quick glance it looks like you've drawn MJ catz :P. Shamone!

Dayum Swissy. lol sooooo cool.

lol awesome, so far so good guys :P

Awesome response guys :P. Heres a few shots of the toon, cant really get any better. Toons name is Bindsight. Obviosuly Blind :P Controller, Illusion. Kinda detective esq look. Kinda like Question out of DC but with a face :P.

Anyway cant wait to see what people create from it.

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Hey all. Ive recently been linked to MMOART and I've gotta say the artwork on there is out of this world. However the only problem wih the site is the ammount of money they charge for a single sketch.

I was hoping that I could be a scab and get some awesome person on the forums to have a go at drawing my character since what ever I draw looks like a giant smudge.

If anyones up for it let me know and Ill gab some in game shots of my toon.

Thanks all.

[An explosion in the wall behind him sent Blindsight hurtling across the room. Crashing into one of the wooden support beams, the roof above him slowly started to crumble. Gasping for air Blindsight reached up to grab some support only to find the cold endoskeleton of an android standing above him.]

“Only human.”

[Reaching down the android grabbed Blindsight by his neck raising him high into the air. The collapsing roof dwarfed the sound of crushing bone. Kicking off the androids chest Blindsight slid along the floor evading the falling rubble. Grabbing his pistols he lay on the ground aiming at the smoke surrounding the rubble. In a split second the pile of rubble was crushed into the floor as a foot from one of the mechs came ripping through the ceiling.]

[Running through the fire and falling debris Blindsight drew his pistol and started to open fire. Each bullet making its mark on the androids. ]

“Between the idea and the reality.”

[Guns smoking at the barrel Blindsight leapt into the air, withdrawing his katana he plunged it through an androids head.]

“Between the motion and the action.”

[Spinning round to see Samson crusing an androids head he catches a glimpse of Mer’de. His android executioner standing behind him.]

“Falls the Shadow.”

[In a cloud of black smoke Blindsight vanished only to reappear seconds later on the other side of the room. moments before a burning support beam comes crashing down from the ceiling.]

[The beating of the water slowly turned into a thumping of a heart. Scanning the room the heartbeat became louder and apeared to be coming from one of the walkways in the warehouse. Surrounded in silence Blindsight focused in on the location only to hear a short whisper.]

"Exiles Located."

[With sharp reaction Blindsight released one of his pistols from the holster and fired a shot into the air breaking the silence. Everyone went quiet, a rifle bounced off the floor shortly followed by a body of a special operative soldier. ]

“I told you this place wasn’t secure.” He said sliding the pistol into its holster.

[The black gem around his neck had now started to give off a red aura eventually caving in on its self like a red dwarf star.]