A trio of origins for my trio of tanks.
Hero: Eisbock
Archetype: Technology Ice/Ice
Julius Bledsoe was a hockey player for the Hartford Whalers when a bizarre accident involving a freak power surge, an ice resurfacing machine, and (strangely enough) a banana, gave him the ability to coat himself in a protective layer of ice. His hockey career over thanks to his superpowered status, Julius moved to Paragon City to further refine his abilities and put his recreational violence skills (honed to a razor's edge from years of playing professional hockey) to good use as an adventuring hero.
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Hero: Extreme Unction
Archetype: Magic Invuln/Axe
Young Dexter Swarthout had always been something of a magical prodigy. He turned the cat invisible when he was 6.
His parents enrolled him in private schools dedicated to tutoring up-and-coming magical talents. But Dexter was something of a wild child, and his non-magical parents found it difficult to discipline him.
So one fine day, Dexter -- then in the 6th grade -- decided that he didn't want to go to school, because he didn't want to take the test he was scheduled to take. So he summoned up an old battle spirit and sent the spirit off to destroy his school.
The battle spirit manifested as a hulking, animated suit of armor, complete with a humongous axe. It was in the process of laying waste to the cafeteria, sending hair-netted old ladies screaming and scurrying for safety, when Gregor Richardson himself (who just happened to be there that day speaking to some of the advanced students) managed to alter the battle spirit's "programming" and turn it into a powerful force for Good.
Extreme Unction is basically an unintelligent, mindless suit of armor, geared only for combat. Like a Guided Missile of Justice, he has only one focus, which he pursues relentlessly -- prowling streets of Paragon City, fighting crime wherever it may rear its ugly head.
Dexter got a B- on his exam, a three day suspension, and had to clean up the cafeteria.
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Hero: Dr. Bauxite
Archetype: Magic Stone/Stone
Ever since he was a child, Preston Bauxite was fascinated by two things: Rocks and Magic. A keenly intelligent individual, Preston eventually parlayed these interests into advanced degrees in both Geology and Occult Studies, and is now a Professor of Geomancy at Winthrop University.
When the Rikti invaded Paragon City, Preston used his Geomantic abilities to give himself the strength and fortitude of solid rock, and stepped forward to help defend Paragon City from the alien invaders. While he wasn't a major player in these battles, he did develop a taste for the life of an adventuring hero. Ever since then, he has patrolled the streets as...DR. BAUXITE!
Pulled from the Crey Industries file on Sapphire Scarab.
Subject is one Titus Saks, archaeology major transferring to local Winthrop University. Internship at an archaeology dig is interestingly enough the source of his powers; Subject discovered a mysterious azure beetle, and the dig was declared "finders keepers." This sapphire scarab endows Subject with powerful, energy-wielding punches, and a strong resistance to physical damage. So far, only purely physical attacks are protected against; elements and energies seem to be a weak point.
Subject #12208 seems to enjoy the celebrity status of being a superhero more than any sense of enacting justice; flippant taunts and attempted lowbrow humor appear to be his strongest suits. Regardless of this, Subject has been an active crusader against smaller, more gang-related acts of violence and crime in Paragon City, and a media darling. Subject will likely be of little threat at any point in time.
Here's the extended bio for Watchman Mk. IV:
Less than two weeks before Hermann Rorschach, the famous psychiatrist, succumbed to supposed appendicitis, his 29-year old mistress Elsa Schmidt gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. They named him Eugen (after Eugen Bleuler, one of the men who had mentored Rorschach in his psychiatric education). Hermann was in the process of making secret arrangements to take care of Elsa and Eugen when he died.
Though it was a hard life for her after that, Elsa raised their son Eugen to be strong and self-reliant. She worked long hours to provide for him, but still found the time to raise him properly. On the eve of his 18th birthday, she died of a massive coronary embolism. From her deathbed, Elsa enlightened Eugen for the first time as to who his real father was. The now-orphaned Eugen set sail for America within weeks of her interment.
Eugen lived a quiet and relatively uneventful life as a mason in Boston, and raised a family of his own. He named his eldest son Hermann, after his own father. Hermann Schmidt was a prodigy of sorts; he was an intuitive mathematician (and student, for that matter), and an avid reader of science fiction and comic books. By the age of 18, Hermann had graduated from Yale and gotten his master's degree in mathematics. He got his doctorate the next year. He was tapped to work for the (then barely six-year-old ) National Security Agency as a cipher specialist, but instead chose Bell Laboratories to work as a theoretician as part of a team developing transistor applications. He stayed at Bell Labs until they became Lucent Technologies, when he asked for early retirement, during which time he was associated with a series of projects that pushed the technology envelope. That retirement wouldn't last long, though.
As a longtime enthusiast and adherent of Alan Turing's theories, Hermann learned just about all there was to know about cybernetics and artificial intelligence, to the point of attempting a series of abortive 'home projects' aimed loosely at the creation of an android.
No major successes came of his experiments, but he learned from each design error and wrote several papers on the subject, one for the journal Science. (None of those papers noted that he had done most of the work in his off-hours in a 20' x 20' basement.)
His article in Science had brought him to the attention of Crey Technologies. Countess Crey offered to bankroll Hermann's experiments and let him work in their own labs to develop them, so long as he would follow certain 'design philosophies'. Hermann accepted, and Crey slowly and carefully molded him using various tactics to the point where he was designing the first working combat droid (a concept that ran against his initial conscience and sensibilities). It is a testament to Hermann's genius and Crey's motivational power that he managed to create a working model in less than ten years from that point.
Hermann's primary work was the development of the droid's AI, though he needed to be fully versed in all facets of the production process in order to create the control software necessary to integrate the cybernetic intelligence into the droid. At about PY (Project Year) 7 the first working model was produced. For various reasons it and two other models reached the decision to escape from Crey Labs. The first model actually managed to get onto the outer grounds before it was destroyed by Crey security. After that, failsafes were built into the droids that would prevent them from leaving the labs and/or set off small charges inside that would irrevocably damage their processing units. Finally, after various fits and starts, a complete, working android was 'born.'
The one comic series that Hermann valued above all others was Watchmen by Alan Moore. He immediately identified the character of Rorschach with his paternal grandfather, and so he named Project Watchman as a tribute to him. He named the android Watchman Mk. IV (signifying that it was the fourth-generation model).
During the last couple of years he spent on the project, Hermann began to grow erratic, wandering off into fugues at random times. The docility that Crey had worked into his psyche began to show minor cracks. At times it would seem he was the Dr. Schmidt of old, lucid and moral, then he would revert to being the simpering coward that Crey had made him. The stress of it all eventually quite broke poor Hermann Schmidt. As Watchman's intelligence was 'grown', or taught, Crey began to sequester him from his creation. The only times he was allowed contact were when it was absolutely necessary, as he was the only one on the project that knew all there was to know about Watchman. When an insoluble problem occurred, Dr. Schmidt would be consulted, and somehow through his schizoid ramblings he'd suggest a solution for the insoluble problem. This was the only thing keeping him alive.
One day, when he was being escorted to solve the next insoluble problem, he managed to grab a weapon from one of his escorts. He barricaded himself inside the lab where Watchmen was kept and began to work manically on the android, removing every failsafe he could. He managed to disable the last failsafe about thirty seconds before Crey security broke into the lab and shot him fatally. His last action, as he fell to the ground, was to open the restraints that held Watchman.
Dr. Schmidt had programmed a codeword that would let him know that Watchman had reached the decision to attempt escape, as every other model had tried and he felt was inevitable in the next model. Watchman gave the codeword, 'Eugen', at the meeting previous to the one at which Hermann set him free. Dr. Schmidt with a single stroke ended the Watchman project and freed his creation, at the cost of his own life.
There was much destruction in the wake of Watchman's escape; many Crey employees breathed their last that day. Watchman is #1 with a bullet on Crey's Most Wanted list, but they have proved completely incapable of corralling their indestructible android. Watchman kills any Crey he meets with ruthless efficiency, then disappears into the night. No one has been able to determine where he goes, but he always seems to reappear at the most inopportune times for Crey.
Ok ... I have been thinking about this for a while and finally wrote up the stories for all 5 of my Tanks, here they are. This is a bit long winded, so I will post one per message.
Name: Manowar
Powers: INV/SS (Natural)
Server: Virtue
Origin: How do I know what is right and wrong? That is a good question. Why am I qualified to make those judgments? Maybe that is a part of what is the story of my life.
I was a small baby, tiny actually compared to most. My father was never a religious man, my mother though did believe in a higher power. So for the first years of my life I was brought up to read The Bible and all the ethical teachings inside.
I was brought up to believe lying was bad. When a man lies, he murders some part of the world. A great quote from the movie Excalibur.
I was never an academic giant, but since I was physically scrawny, yeah hard to believe now. I did what I could and struggled through the rest. I did like playing in the outdoor games that children do during Phys Ed class., although was almost the last one picked for things like Dodgeball.
Then puberty came around. People say you change then, how right they were. I was always trying to work out and get bigger. Then the puberty growth spurts happened. I grew from like 54 to almost 7 tall in 4 years. But it wasnt just height; this was also weight and muscle mass. Although I nearly ate my parents out of house and home them, because with the changes were nutrition requirements.
Although I tried out for the football team, my problem is that I couldnt be hurt, 1 was still growing, and my strength went so far off the chart that none of the weights were even a challenge. I guess I scared people.
I did go to college for a time, having to work my way through. I was able to get a job at a Fitness place helping others learn about weight lifting. The most fun was as volunteer firefighter. It was also then I found my calling and the extent of true abilities. Rushing into harms way is one thing to save someone. But in one case I couldnt make it out, the building collapsed in a fiery conflagration as I was bringing someone out. That was tons of concrete and steel as well as an insane amount of burning material. I shielded them as it fell hoping for a miracle.
I never thought I would be that miracle. Moments after the collapse I pulled them close and no matter how heavy it felt, I heaved up and next thing I know I am a dozen yards skywards. I land (from a the jump) to see the complete slack jawed expressions of my fellow fire men. The lady was unharmed if scared out of her mind. My uniform was torn to shreds, and I had carbon marks on me, but the onsite Doc could find nothing wrong, no burns, no cuts, broken bones (from a few tons of stuff falling on me.)
While I did stay on a few more weeks and did a lot of good, there was a little resentment building up as the other guys felt they were not as useful.
So maybe it was a time for a change. I packed up my bags and took a bus and hitch-hiked to Paragon City. I heard they were in need of heroes and that were a pro-hero kind of town. Although I am from a big city in Florida, going to a truly big city is just amazing, but for a hero friendly place you almost have to be a lawyer or brain child to figure out all the paperwork. That took me a week to figure out, Super Hero name, Insurance, etc ... I had to go get a normal job to help pay for some expenses. The normal stuff like food, rent, and laundry isnt that bad ... but the costume thing. The bills for replacements, cleaning or repairs to your costume when you first start though can be a killer. So in my off times I work as a weight trainer at a local gym. It is hardly a Secret Identity, since how many overly tall, impossibly muscled blue haired guys do you know of? The staff and some of the patrons who keep up with the news and have read of some of my exploits know who I am. They see me as their own little private hero, or secret or something. It has gotten me a few dates but those never work out well.
So how did I become to be known as Manowar. I wanted something really cool, and tough sounding, because well that is what I am. By the Paragon City Super Hero Registry, I am classified as a Natural origin and Tanker Archetype, with a primary ability of Invulnerability (or so they classified me), and a secondary ability of Super Strength.
Some of the other names I wanted or liked were already taken. Then I remembered a cheesy band I liked about 15 years ago, called Manowar. Well I was a Man and was going to be taking the war on crime back to the criminals, so at the time I thought it fit. Now like it or not that is who I am.
I really cant explain what I have become since puberty. I do try to keep in shape and work out, of course nothing at any local Gym has anything close to testing my limits. I have heard there are Super Groups that have neat facilities for people to stay, train and of course keep information on old cases they have worked on.
I have to go out to local construction companies and bench press the dump trucks. My apartment is littered with files and photos of stuff I have worked on. I dont even want to think of how many maps of Paragon City I have gone through in trying to track down patterns or making notes of where people/groups have dominion.
While I do have some friends, and a connection or 2 to another Super Group, most of my friends joined together to form their own group, but soon after abandoned it for other groups with more experienced heroes or better resources. So I became the nominal leader if the Misfits of Nature. I am not going to give up on the group even though it is really only 2 of us now, I dont give up on my friends. Sort of the way I do things, never leave a man behind.
This applies even when I pick up on a call form other heroes I am not familiar with, if they need a Tanker I apply the same ideals to them. I have faced many of the villain groups that reside in Paragon City, and some of the more powerful leaders that are dubbed Arch-Villains. Usually this has been at the side of heroes that before they sent out the call for help, I had never met.
But back on to what it means to be me. You can watch the TV or Movies and see the comic heroes do some amazing things, But I can tell you, yeah bullets do bounce off my chest. It hurts like hell, and there is usually a bruise for a few hours, but it is not the 100% Invulnerability like the comic S-Man, Statue or other depictions of Tankers I can however take a tremendous amounts of damage before I begin to feel the hurt. Have I had broken bones, torn muscles or what not, yes, and credit goes to the amazing doctors at the various Medical Centers in Paragon city for being able to get you back on your feet quickly.
I know I have already described my strength some. Could I lift and drop a building on a villain, probably, never tried and doubt I ever will. People live in buildings, innocents. That is where they make their lives and homes, where they keep their stuff and raise their children. I will always find some other way to beat down a villain.
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Tankers - "The Hero of Heroes!"
If your tanker ever says "RUN!", please do. We are only slowly dying to give you a chance to run, before we make a break for it. - Tellania
Main Characters - Virtue:
Manowar - Inv/SS/Pyre Incarnate Tanker
Mr Edward Hyde - SS/Inv/Scirocco Incarnate Brute
Part 2 of 5
Name: Avenging Fury
Powers: Fire/Fire (Technology)
Server: Champion
Origin: Dr. Kellen Kisecawchuck was a fortunate kid, growing up to a family that was not impoverished, some would say spoiled, others educated. His parents were not wealthy, but definitely would be considered higher middle class. His fathe, Bnjamin is of mixed parentage, Caucasian/Native American (Cree), and his mother, Nolita is also an ethic mix of Caucasian/Black. His father was a former High School/College Football and Track star, who when he didnt get drafted into the NFL, went on to get his degree and eventually become a very successful architect. His mother, Nolita was always was a bit aggressive in what she did, sports, cheerleading or academics. She was in the top 1% of her high school and top 5% of her college class. Her family though was not affluent, and she had to work hard to get her college scholarship and spent some time as a dancer to help pay the college tuition bills. It was one night when Benjamin was going out with friends to a local strip club that they met, well not before Nolita (called Ariel on stage) had managed to get a few hundred dollars out of Ben and his friends. Although he didnt like it, working at the club helped both of them get through college years. She went on to get her Law degree and a job in a local law firm after graduation.
Kellen though he looked mostly normal, maybe his skin was a little darker than most; he got along pretty good with everyone. Athletically he was a strong jumper and fairly fast. He got into some sports like Soccer, which though he loved it was only mediocre at best, and Basketball. Football though fun was more his fathers sport of choice, not his. The one thing he did excel at was Track, where he was as good as his father and could possibly have done better.
But his greatest thing was his brain, and its creativity. He also loved reading especially comic books and all the things those great heroes did. He would dream or play for hours on end that he was a super hero. Since he really wasnt one, he dressed up in a makeshift armor he cobbled together. His mother while concerned, since he was playing a law abiding crime fighter, encouraged him and taught him some about the law along the way. His favorite comic heroes were the fiery ones, the Red Blur and Heater.
Sometime in his childhood he became entranced with fire. This showed in most things, he got into a little slight of hand magic as long as it involved a lighter or some kind of fire. He took a great liking to helping his dad grill things on the Bar-B-Que, so much so that he took over most of the grilling for the family by age 13.
This is best shown by his obsession with fire and his first gadget. He came up with a way to make a small flamethrower (more of a pilot light but he imagined it to be a bigger flame). He hid this from his parents who wouldnt have approved, but they found out in a very bad way. On his way home from school he saw some gangers robbing someone. He pulled the wrist mounted device out and locked it on and ran to help, hoping the flame would keep them away. It might have worked except for the one he never saw, who hit him from behind; Kellen awoke sometime later to pain beyond belief as the small torch was being used on him.
He spent months in the burn recovery unit, recovering from deep burns to most of his body. For some this may have caused a major phobia towards fire. Kellen reasoned that after it got to his nerve cells he could no longer feel the pain, and that was how the healing of fire begins. Fire has always had that dual nature, Healer & Destroyer, but most people concentrate on the negative destructive aspects.
With nothing to do but lay in bed, his mind raced with ideas. While he couldnt do anything about them, he could think and dream. When he got out of the hospital his body was a ruined mass of burn scars, and everyone thought of him as a freak or monster. But this did not discourage him, in fact it drove him on more.
In his recovery Kellen figured out a way to produce a constant source of flame that did not need a conventional fuel source like Gasoline, or other Fossil Fuels. But it was still big and bulky because he was working with household or scavenged parts. In the years to come he would refine this.
He did manage to get an academic scholarship to a prominent college, but almost dropped out due to the way he was treated over his ruined exterior. The college did recognize his brilliance and let him have private classes or tutoring instead of the traditional classroom learning. After two semesters a strange occurrence happened, Kellen was assigned a dorm mate. This person was an overly rich kid who apparently bought his way into college, but while not school minded, he had a very sharp business mind.
This roommate was also a burn survivor, although not to the level of Kellens injuries. There were tensions at first, but eventually things calmed as Kellen learned he could talk of his experiences and other technical matters. The roommate didnt have Kellens capacity for science or technology, but was creative they would talk for hours about concepts and ideas.
Two years later the two parted when the roommate was kicked out of school for not following the academic code. They did however keep in contact. After graduating with a bachelors degree in engineering, he was hired on by his friends company. Kellen kept up with his studies and college education and as he gained more knowledge and degrees his job seemed to grow with him. He had earned his PhD in Mechanical Engineering and was working on one in Microelectronics when he was named the youngest head of the research division for his company. During this time he filed and was given the patent rights for his non-fossil fuel flame generator.
His first pet project was initially called the FireMan suit, which would help firefighters in their times of need. But the costs were too high for public distribution. The project came crashing down when a group of organized thieves tried to break into the facility to steal this Super Armored Suit technology for their own criminal means. Kellen put on the suit and was able to stop the thieves and save the lives of his co-workers, although some were hospitalized with critical injuries.
The lab however was ruined, most of the stores of chips needed for the suits creation were destroyed, and the manufacturing portion almost burned to the ground when the smelting pots were turned over. The division as a whole was closed and further research was stopped, deemed unrecoverable profitability after the robbery attempt. Kellen went to his friend and begged not to be shut down, but that was not something he was willing to change. However behind the back of the board of directors, he did some financial magic and had a few lines of accounting income disappear, referenced as a line item budget expense in their Satellite program. Kellen and one other technician now had silent funding, but no connection to the company.
Overjoyed but cautious, they set up shop in a warehouse using the phony company name of Support Services, they recreated the FireMan lab and brought in new equipment. But Kellen wasnt happy, he knew the FireMan Armor could never be a common thing, but it could still be of use. Using his own designs and knowledge of Micro-Electronics he added his fire creation tech and controls to the armor, making it into the weapon that the thieves had wanted, but the difference would be the intent, for he would use it to oppose such criminals.
His first test run was against the thieves who tried to steal the armor. They had a few high tech stolen toys of their own. The fight was hard fought, but the self named "Sky Raiders" eventually were beaten. The armor took a pounding through, and a few holes in the design had been discovered, but such is the way of invention.
Now it is 3 years later, and Dr. Kellen now in his early 30's ... the FireMan suit has also advanced going through 5 upgrades or complete revisions, and a hero known as Avenging Fury is starting to gain some fame. A few may suspect who the hero is but only his assistant knows that PhD Engineer, lecturer and burn survivor Dr. Kellen Kisecawchuck is really the armored hero, Avenging Fury!
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Tankers - "The Hero of Heroes!"
If your tanker ever says "RUN!", please do. We are only slowly dying to give you a chance to run, before we make a break for it. - Tellania
Main Characters - Virtue:
Manowar - Inv/SS/Pyre Incarnate Tanker
Mr Edward Hyde - SS/Inv/Scirocco Incarnate Brute
Part 3 of 5
Name: Roaring Thunder
Powers: Fire/EM (Magic)
Server: Champion
Origin: Sometimes you take for granted what you have. As a teenager you think you are invincible. Kids that are big and strong buy into this even more so. They can handle anything because of their strength. But not everything can be dealt with by strength.
Kellen Tanner was a high school and college football and weight lifting star. He wasnt good enough to make it into professional sports though, not quick enough, not agile enough he was told. For some this may have dissuaded them. Kellens father always said, the only thing you can do when you fall off a horse is get back up, or else it will trample on you. So while not a pro-football player he focused on his other area, his strength. This led to him trying out for some body builder contests, which he did ok with. His goal though was in his mind something higher, a goal he nearly achieved. Kellen made it to the try outs for the Worlds Strongest Man competition. But that is as far as he got. The try-outs were held that year in Germany, in a scenic but old locale. He made a few friends on the trip and beginning parts of the competition. The competition never happened though, a tragedy struck, or more like an attack. Groups of hooded men broke into the Inn the competitors were at and drugged everyone there, man, woman and beast.
Kellen awoke some time later in the dead of night, bound up hanging from a large tree. There were hundreds of other captives there, some alive, some just mutilated corpses on the ground. They were on the outer edge of a very palpable evil place. In the center was a large bonfire, and dozens on dozens of robed figures chanting in a hideous tongue. They had an altar covered with blood and dissected body parts. The cultists as Kellen thought of them were sacrificing everyone they captured for some dark ritual. The little German he knew translated the one word they kept repeating, Nacht as Night, but that was about all. No matter how strong he thought he was, he could not break whatever held him there. For the first time in his life he knew despair and realized he was not invincible. The cultists ritually butchered the captives in a quick almost machine-like manner.
It must have been hours of chanting and blood letting later when a few of the dark robes came up and stabbed Kellen with a strange looking sword. While the wound hurt some, time seemed to move like molasses after this. His body would not respond and could not fight them as they unstrung him. The cut him down, carried him to the center of the ritual, strapping him to the bloody altar. Suddenly Kellen heard a sound like a Lions roar echo out across the clearing, drowning out of the other sounds, crackling fire, screaming victims or even the foul chanting of the cultists.
And then the chaos erupted. Although he could move his head to look around, hye was not sure he wanted to, already scared beyond thought or words his mind dwelling on his own upcoming death. Somehow though he managed to move, and turn to see what looked like costumed super heroes rushing amongst the cultists. But the cultists wouldnt be foiled so easily, they were too many, a few ran to the edges of his vision and began slitting the throats of all the still hanging victims. Kellen was emboldened although still scared, and drew on every ounce of will and strength and strained against his bonds. The cultists chants though began getting louder and louder, and the bonfire near by was growing higher and higher into the sky. Kellen managed to get a look at the ever rising flame and maybe have seen something he would later think was just his mind playing tricks on him, but thought he saw a great form in the fire, trying to take shape, something definitely demonic, maybe similar to the Dungeons and Dragons demons or devils images they had in those gaming sourcebooks he used to own years ago. His ever growing fright and his will to be free tapped something primal inside him and he managed to tear free the ropes holding him. The melee was chaotic; blood and fire were everywhere, with several heroes already down and unmoving. The lead cultist though was still up, and turning towards Kellen. He was a bit amused at a sacrifices defiance, but continued yelling out the words of the ritual incantation. There was no fear in the cultists eyes only rage and madness. There was no fear in the cultists eyes only rage and madness. He pulled a wicked looking blade out from his belt and raised it up to plunge it into Kellens chest. In an instance of clarity or maybe stupidity depending on how you look at it, Kellen moved into the swing, catching the leader with both hands on his throat and with all his fright and rage, wrenching it as hard as he could. The cultist leader though was fast as well and managed to plunge the blade into Kellens chest up to the hilt as Kellens powerful hands reached around his throat and crushed the windpipe and broke his neck.
Speculation has it that the ritual was nearing completion, as giant demonic foot was stepping out of the bonfire, but the death of the rituals leader caused it all to fail, and the amassed mystical energies which had built up were instead released. The blast flattened the area, the cultists were all burned to cinders in an instant, and the landscape was simply a smoking crater. The heroes had won the day, but not without some losses, as 2 of their number were dead as were dozens of the kidnapped victims. The one who had made the Roar as they heroes entered, Simba Rex was among the dead. He was but a step from the cult leader when he blast went off.
Kellen should have died though, as should have many, many others, but for some reason the fiery blast went out moments after it happened. One of the other victims who did saw the blast claimed all if fire was sucked back to the center into Kellen. Within moments Kellen sort of threw his arms wide and roared out as Simba Rex had done when the battle started, his form rising in the air as fire erupted from him, and then died away. And
and he stood there, alive.
The team of heroes took all the victims away from that horrific site. Most specifically they took in Kellen. It seems the mystical energies of the ceremony and exploding fire were absorbed into his being at the moment of the failure of the ritual. Maybe it was destiny to be there, to become what he did. The Lion was always his favorite animal, majestic, strong. His body was now infused with the energy and fire of the unfinished ritual. But he is not alone, for it seems the ultimate sacrifice of Simba Rex was to give life to Kellen, thus linking them together, not as a ghost, but somehow adding his own life to his. In tribute to the fallen hero, Kellen took on the name of Roaring Thunder.
The heroes returned to their home but Kellen needed to find his own destiny. There was a place they told him about where Villainy gathered in large numbers but so did a great number of heroes, Paragon City. Thus began his journey and his slogan. Beware all who would oppress those less than themselves, there is a champion for the common peoples and he will show you the power of Fire and Thunder.
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Tankers - "The Hero of Heroes!"
If your tanker ever says "RUN!", please do. We are only slowly dying to give you a chance to run, before we make a break for it. - Tellania
Main Characters - Virtue:
Manowar - Inv/SS/Pyre Incarnate Tanker
Mr Edward Hyde - SS/Inv/Scirocco Incarnate Brute
Data stolen from Laboratory at F.U.S.I.O.N. Inc.
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GENERAL STATS: File 026WAR 2568
Project Name: WARFACE
Type: Cyborg/Immortal
Technology: Unknown/Rikkiti combination
AT: INV/EM/ENERGY
Height: 8'0 Weight: 1750lbs
Eyes: Red Hair: None
Senses: The sensory array provides superhuman senses. The final production tests revealed the capability to hear over 50 miles sounds no louder than .6 decibels.
His vision utilizes a multitude of sensors to include thermal, movement; infrared and most importantly he can see all forms of energy.
Armor: The metallic armor is incredibly dense lending to an increased weight of 1750.
However, this unknown metals properties are virtually untestaable as it was found on a metorite which came through a dimensional tear.
The melting point is 20 times what depleted uranium/titanium hybrid that is the current standard for metallurgy testing.
It took over 1 year of fusion blasting to melt the material into a shapeable construct.
The skull armor helmet is composed of bone stolen from a deceased mutant who utilized an unknown metal as his skeletal system, which has a strength that is untestable with our technology today.
His muscular system is an elastic steel hybrid technology found from the Rikkiti Home world.
Internal Organs:
All organs have been fully shielded against corrosion, remote influencing, electromagnetic flux and any physical or elemental attacks. It is indefinitely self-sufficient, and is fitted with a self-repair system capable of full regeneration, albeit slowly. However the shielding does not seem to stop any Psionic attacks which could be a MAJOR weakness.
Powers:
Travel: The cyborg's agility and reaction times are superhuman, and under the right conditions can run and fly at incredible speeds. He has been clocked at near 80mph
Attack Programs:
His main weapon is his energy fists, They are housed in a magnetic confinement reactor , he has limited energy shifting abilities to vary the amount of energy controlled by mental commands from his cognition control center.
There are Five main attacks; Energy Barrage, Bone Smasher, Whirling Hands and highly powerful attacks called Energy Transfer and Total Focus. He has secondary attacks called Air Superiority and Laser Beam Eyes, which act as a knockdown and Def Debuff combination.
He has the ability to combine oxygen and carbon in the air through a special intake system to create an incredible energy boost to his cell system. This lasts for around 2 minutes on top of his stamina preservation combine.
Finally, utilizing a temporal displacement belt he can project a beam which can teleport friends or foes through space. It is unknown if he can teleport himself, though it may be possible.
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History--From recovered record WAR 3456b:
(Warface) - The cyborg was created in the year 2060 by Doctor Sadyan Green as an assassination tool to run the country by the subversive group F.U.S.I.O.N. This corporation held no contact with any other known villain agencies within Paragon.
Doctor Green enlisted the aid of a special Bounty Hunter group (The "Tech-Pack")to track down an immortal warrior from a planet in the Andromeda System. There is little known about this pack of bounty hunters but there are possible links to Lord Recluse as many of the hunters bore an image of a spider on their chestplates.
The warrior's mortal family was quickly subdued and taken to an unknown location(including a wife and 2 children) During the fight, 20 of the 100 hunters were killed by the immortal, although he was finally captured using stun equipment.
Once the immortal was brought to F.U.S.I.O.N., the original robot design was scrapped for a cyborg process using the new armor technologies which were much more radical and powerful. The process for joining the cyborg and immortal was the easy part (although extremely painful for the subject as they had to stay awake for the procedure, which included having his skin and a significant portion of his internal organs ripped out). The hard part will be ripping out all memories of what we did to his family.
Transcripts found on Site:
File 042War 2351: TopSecret
Transcript: Dr. Green
"The immortal subject captured has aggression levels that our agro stasis scanners are not able to map. The home world he was captured from has never had beings of this power leading us to believe he is not from the home planet that we captured him on. That stated; we will have to implant an ai personality module on top of the normal procedure for brain stem reducer/controllers.
This will be required if we are able to control his actions. With the new materials from the metorite and power generators we have available from Dimension Targos, we will be able to create a being of power never before seen in this quadrant of the galaxy. I imagine we will have little problem controlling him, as Dr. Prostet has stated the new ai personality module is foolproof and 100% tested."
End of Report.
File 042War 2352: TopSecret
Transcript: Dr. Green
The subject's fusion process was a success and his power levels are off the charts (much more than we hoped for). However, his ai module has been having significant issues and if we do not fix them soon, we may have to terminate the subject soon. He is showing signs of agitation and periods of unresponsiveness. Last week he displayed a behavior, which would suggest he was dreaming of his family. This could be highly dangerous if his personality took control over the ai module.
File 042War 2359: TopSecret
Transcript: Dr. Green
A captured high-level Ring Mistress easily penetrated Warfaces mind after placement in an arena combat test. She began with a hold that rendered him helpless and began to degrade his mind. However before she could finish him his automatic inspiration injection system (patented by F.U.S.I.O.N Industries) kicked in and during this short period he literally took her apart while she screamed for mercy(body part by body part).
At first it seemed almost routine to him, but at closer look there seemed to be a degree of cynicism to his demeanor
END OF TRANSCRIPTS...
CREY ASSESSMENT FILE CREY 6754.345
1. It is a high probability that from the state of destruction at F.U.S.I.O.N., that the subject WARFACE was responsible for the destruction of the facility and the deaths of all company officials.
2. Dr. Green was not found on site and his whereabouts are unknown.
Bottom Line: His allegiance is unknown and he seems to be hunting for the Doctor here in Pargon City as he tortures all villains groups he comes in contact with for information. He then kills them, rather than arrest like the other hero groups.
His danger level is extreme and it is recommended that only the most powerful of our organization confront him directly.
Any information on the location of Dr. Green or Warface movement will be reported immediately to the Executive Office at Crey.
CREY ASSESSMENT FILE CREY 6754.349
TOP SECRET
Warface broke into Countess Crey's domain and defeated her with the help of a few heroes backing him up. Crey Industries Emergency Council will elect new leadership in the next week. A Death Hit is now authorized on the hero Warface. All Bounty Hunters and local Crey Military are authorized to pursue and destroy this criminal. A reward of $6,000,000 Paragon Credits will be provided as incentive.
CREY ASSESSMENT FILE CREY 6754.410
TOP SECRET
A captured Circle of Thorns mage informed us (after considerable torture) that Dr. Green has some association with Lord Recluse and possibly even Statesman. All efforts to destroy the cyborg have failed over the last few months and the council has come to a new decision to retract the DeathHit.
If Lord Recluse was willing to give up information on Dr. Greens whereabouts for a price, we could possibly use Dr. Greens skills to subvert Warface into a major instrument of power. Lord Recluse seems to have his own agenda so we will have to be "persuasive"
Another possibility is if we can find out where Warface's (the immortal portion of him anyway) family is being held then we may have an additional bargaining chip.
View the story of W.A.R.F.A.C.E. and Septimus Bane here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6785073/1/Meus_Profiteor#
my email chrismfears99@yahoo.com
NAME: Kixx
POWERS: INV/SS
ORIGIN: Mutation
All his life, Kixx has been alone. He doesnt remember his parents, or his early childhood. What he does remember begins around age five, on a rainy night, somewhere in Kings Row, clutching his right hand as fiery pain shot up his arm, huddling to keep warm from the freezing rain. He was discovered the next day, in shock, on the steps of an apartment complex. A close examination of his right hand revealed the word Kixx branded deeply in the flesh. His memory locked away by the trauma, the boy took on the simple name and answered to no other.
Thrown into a child-care services institution, Kixx rapidly clashed with the authority and was beaten for his insolence by the ill-tempered staff. As he reached his sixth year, he began to openly rebel against the Director, whom he considered a step below the devil. An over-zealous janitor took it upon himself to teach Kixx a lesson
with a whip and club. It took Kixx a month to get out of the hospital, and when he did, it was with a plan.
Around his seven birthday, he and two other boys broke out of the foster home and headed for Kings Row.
The three friends survived in the streets, stealing what they could, living in a small alcove in the sewers during the summer, and breaking into a church on Paper Street to sleep during the winter. They took to calling their gang the Paper Street Heroes, as a joke. This was a city of heroes, but poor kids like themselves were ignored, left to etch out a meager survival. If we had superpowers, we wouldnt be forgotten.
In the following summer, one of the boys joined the Skulls, in an effort to get more food. The Skulls protection racket earned him money and power, and it wasnt long until he convinced the other boy to join as well. Kixx would have none of it, though. He was a thief and he knew it, but he never physically hurt anyone. The Skulls had a habit of hospitalizing people and more than one person who refused their services wound up dead. His conscious wouldnt allow it.
The Paper Street Heroes was down to one. But he made new friends on the basketball court, and near Immigrant Alley. He was a poor boy living with poor immigrants, all of them searching for the American dream. None of them questioned his ripped and old clothes, his filthy skin, the fact he was half-starved. He was just Kixx, a 9-year old kid on the basketball court. He established a meager balance in his life, between the street and his friends.
On his tenth birthday, his universe was unbalanced. He was dribbling the ball toward the basket when a massive shadow fell upon him. He turned to catch the punch on his right cheek. The blow was enough to shatter his jaw, and he put his front teeth through his lower lip. Blood splattered on the pavement, and unconsciousness threatened to claim him. The other kids screamed and ranhe was aware of this somehow.
A rough voice assaulted his ears, difficult to make out through the ringing, Happy 10th Birthday, punk! One brand wasnt enough. Ill see you every five years and every time, Ill remind the world youre mine. He shook his head, trying to clear his vision. Then he saw a gloved hand descend on him. On the ring finger was a silver band of a dragon eating its own tail. Then the gloved fingers plunged into his right eye socket and ripped his eye out. Kixx screamed as a red fire exploded in his skull and fell into unconsciousness, never truly seeing his attacker.
He awoke hours later, in the hospital. His left eye wouldnt focus and a herd of elephants trampled on his brain. He shut his eyelids and cried at the injustice of the world. It wasnt fair, he thought as tears rolled down his left check. He fell into an uneasy sleep, not caring what the hospital would do to him or where they would send him. Nothing mattered anymore, he reflected before the nightmares claimed him.
He screamed when he woke up, some days later. His left eye opened and focused on the clock: 11:23. It was dark outside the hospital rooms window. Must be night, he thought to himself. He was aware of a bandage covering his mutilated eye. Then he glanced down at his hand.
It was purple. He blinked once and looked again. It was still purple. Frowning, he moved his right hand into view. It was purple as well, like an angry bruise. He sat up, aware of his hair falling down. Wait a second, his hair wasnt that long. Somehow, his hair was falling out of his head. Could it be a side-effect of some medicine they had him on? As he moved his hands over toward the observation window in his room, he noticed they were a light shade of violet. Violet?
He broke out of the hospital 20 minutes later and returned to the Church on Paper Street. Over the next week, his skin darkened rapidly, becoming a royal purple hue. But it was hardening, as well. His remaining eyes vision sharpened, and his other senses became acute. He lost all body hair, save for his eyebrows, and a beard that began to grow in thick and full.
He hid himself. The Church was no longer a sanctuary. A small ten year old boy could hide himself easily in the large, gothic structure. But Kixx was growing, becoming taller and wider. His clothes wouldnt fit him any more and so he had to steal a robe from the Church. He knew what he was; in a city of heroes, it was hard not to identify his symptoms. He was mutating.
His strength was incredible. He waited until nightfall, then went out and lifted a semi-truck, minus trailer. He didnt feel the cold anymore, nor heat. It had to be an excessive amount, as he discovered sleeping near the Churchs furnace, for his skin to register it. His stamina was amazing; he could remain awake for up to week before needed 48 hours to recover. He never got winded, or tired physically. He could jump over two hundred feet into the air, and cover a quarter of a mile in a horizontal jump with proper speed. It took three weeks to master a landing, but he really didnt feel the impact anyway.
He wandered Kings Row at night. And one night, he found it, on Paper Street, far from the Church, almost on the other side of the Row. The library was in ruins, tagged by the Skulls as theirs. A massive stone structure, it had been abandoned by the city for a better location. The roof was in poor shape, and the front doors had been smashed in. A good majority of the books had been left where they rested, never packed up. Kixx fell in love with the building immediately.
Thus, he went in and drove the Skulls out. The main floor was weakened during their battle, and would no longer support his weight. But the basement was deep and he could fit just fine. He could listen to the librarys collection of classical music on a discarded CD player, and pick from several hundred paperback editions of numerous subjects. He hid in his library and survived, venturing out only at night for food.
By his 11th birthday, he stood 8 feet and weighted in about 800 pounds, all of it solid muscle. He was educating himselfphilosophy, history, and music were his loves and he soaked up the knowledge as quickly as he could. Every once in a while, he would steal a newspaper and read about current events. But mostly he kept himself away from the populace, fearing rejection.
Then one day he awoke to the sound of an explosion. He quickly exited his library to see a herd of strange creatures appear on the corner. Giant spaceships hovered high over the city and bolts of energy filled the sky. Someone screamed Invasion! and Kixx took it all in with his good eye. And then a bolt descended from the heavens and blew the front of the library apart. Kixx roared his rage to the sky and a red haze covered him.
Kixx remembered coming to hours later, his hands covered in the aliens blood. Broken bodies and torn limbs surrounded him. He stared at shock at the chaos below him, and then he heard the applause. Dozens of citizens were surrounding him, and congratulating his bravery. He fled the scene as soon as he could, returning to find the Library mostly intact. He sat most of the Rikti war out.
Two days later, a cyborg entered the Library, searching for an alien that escaped the war. A week later, the Foundation taga stylized pillar shaped like an Iappeared on several alley walls and marked protection for the Church on Paper Street, the Library, and Immigrant Alley.
The quick version:
Kixx is a street orphan who's grandfather (Robert Michael Kixx, aka, The Devil-dog [my scrapper]) was part of a Captain America-type project in World War 2 known as ACHILLES. Robert Michael Kixx was the only Marine in the platoon (thus the name). The Devil-dog and his platoon leader, a man codenamed Coronach (roommates Scrapper), fought against the Nazis in Europe. After the war, the surviving ACHILLES members did a year as a government sponsored crime-fighting unit before disbanding.
Coronach at some point became paranoid of the other ACHILLES members and began killing them off one by one. The Devil-dog and his family were in their house when Coronach's bomb went off. It killed Kixx's wife and first daughter. Kixx himself was placed in coma. The younger daughter survived, and continued on, believing her father dead.
She met and married a nice man, unknowing that Coronach was keeping her under surveillance. She bore a son, and just shy of his 5th birthday, Coronach killed the parents and branded KIXX into the boy's right hand. The horror of the attack left the boy traumatized, forgetting his parents and his own name. The boy found himself on the streets, where he took the name Kixx. Despite the gang activity in the area, he dodged their offers and turned to petty theft to survive.
On his 10th birthday, he was playing basketball when Coronach appeared behind him. Still angered at the Devil-dog, Coronach took his hatred out on the boy and ripped his right eye out, threatening to return on the boy's 15th birthday to take the other eye. The shock of this triggered Kixx's slow mutation. By age 11, he was 8 feet tall and weighted 800 pounds. Kixx found an abandoned library, which he made his home.
At 16, he meets another outcast from society. Echelon 3 was a government cyborg (same roommates blaster) on the run. Despite their initial clashing (Echelon was a killer, and Kixx was a semi-pacifist), the two became friends and began their own gang (read Super group) called the Foundation. Thus, they take the fight to the streets of Paragon.
Meanwhile, Coronach plans his vengeance against the last link of the ACHILLES project. He's worried about Kixx's mutation, as now the mutant is too powerful for him to deal with directly. So subtler methods must be employed.
And in a small, government-run hospital, Robert Michael Kixx wakes up and vows revenge against the monster that took his family. The Devil-dog has returned.
Part 4 of 5
Name: Frozen Guardian
Powers: Ice/Ice (Science)
Server: Champion
Origin: David Harvey was a solider who believed in his country, so when he was of age, he enlisted in the Army. Brought up by his parents to understand and believe in the concepts of right and wrong. At first all was good in training but after he graduated from boot camp he started to notice things that we not as black and white as he thought. Special interests and big business as well as political maneuvering dictated more of what the Army was doing than the rightful government. The Army was attacking or defending something per those self-interests and not what was good for the country. This began the disillusionment of David. At first he read up on regulations and began to do the proper thing as per official channels. But the corruption was already in place and most of those channels were closed. He did the best he could, but eventually his outrage got the best of him, his emotions boiling over. This began a series of brawls and other infractions. Any chance of him ever advancing in rank ended one night when on guard duty some unauthorized civilians came into a secure facility and demanded to be let in. It might have been ok, until someone drew a pistol. David opened fire. The stand off ended with the civilians and 2 other guards dead, and David in the hospital for a gunshot wound. Apparently one of the civilians was considered important by somweone andhad some political connections. Private David Harvey was made to look like he committed cold blooded murder. Everyone knew it was a setup, but were powerless to stop it.
At his cout-martial, an opportunity came up, and a plea-bargain was reached, instead of spending time in military prison, David volunteered unconditionally to help test a new military research project. The research facility was in a remote location, outside of US National borders, somewhere in the Artic Circle.
They shipped him out immediately. Over a period of months he was tested and probed to determine his physical limits and status before the experiment began. The test involved a series of chemical injections, with some kind of radiation stimulation of the chemicals once it had gestated in the test subject after a few days.
As the scientist prepared for the final stages and David was placed in the irradiation chamber and the process begun, an attack occurred. Agents of a private corporation swarmed the facility and killed everyone there. Since David was locked in the irradiation chamber they cruelly left him there, alone and unable to stop the bombardment by the radiation. The process worked, but it was left unchecked and went far beyond the original parameters. No one knows how long David was in there, minutes or hours.
All the military knows is that a jagged hole was made from the inside, bursting out of the chamber, and that water was everywhere. As far as they are concerned the matter is closed and never happened. No one has taken credit for the attack, and the matter was officially erased. Since Private David Harvey 's where about were unknown, and had not come forward to the media they have not persued the issue or said anything.
For a long time David wandered out in the cold of the Artic away from the place of pain and heat. He remembers little other than when still in the irradiation cell his body cooled and the heat stopped, and then he encased in an outer prison of steel and one closer to him of ice, he began fighting anyway he could. Knowing Ice can crack he beat on the walls of the irradiation chamber. But the Ice around him did not crack, but the steel and cement of the wall did. He was free of one prison. Stepping through the wall he was now outside in the artic weather, winds, sleet and snow whipping by, but it wasnt uncomfortable or cold. It could be hypothermia originally thought. He had a choice he could stay in the not-so uncomfortable cold, or go back into the metal prison and its unnatural heat.
His steps took him away from the now dead facility. This was the beginning of his new life, one that would begin with a long journey. Each step he took was stronger than the last, the farther he was from that facility and the heat of radiation, the stronger he became, not physically as much as in his stamina. Thus he kept walking until he guesses he fell into the snow exhausted.
David was found 3 months later by explorers, as a man frozen in Ice. Not a cave man and he didnt have the look of someone of someone afraid of the cold froze them, but sort of a silent man simply asleep. They tried to chip the ice away from him, hoping he may still be alive, but their picks broke under the effort, and the one attempt to blast some of the ice away did nothing ... except awaken him. He eyes opened and he moved as if was in the open air, not encased in ice. Within moments all the ice fell away. Moments of stunned silence passed, before someone rushed up to see if he was ok. You can guess that they werent sure here was a modern day man, encased in ice that could not be broken, who could move in the ice like any other man does in air ... and who no longer had irises or pupils but were all one color, a sort of energy style of glow that came from them.
The explorers were uneasy about this "Frozen Man", and it took some time to establish communication. Davids memory of recent events was spotty at best, and the only description that the explorers could give of what he went through was a sort of Glacial Hibernation. He did help them out for a time in their journey back to civilization. He saved them from more than a few artic disasters, so they gave him the nick-name of Frozen Guardian.
Try as he might, he could not fully understand the explorers. His military training of following orders was at opposite of their curiosity, plus they did show fear him for what he might really be or what he could do.
On their return to Reykjavik, Iceland, David departed company with them. Here he was outside of the United States, in foreign land, mutated, penniless and without purpose. He could never return to the military, he knew that. They could still charge him with evading his sentence or dozen other crimes, there was also the attackers of the compound to think about.
So for a while he worked whatever he could find in Reykjavik on ships, docks, in warehouses, or whatever. It was by chance what happened next, he barely spoke the language having picked up what he could. Most people could speak English, or a version of it, so he got by, but couldnt read the local stuff. On the way home from a day job, he caught something out of the corner of his eye, something colorful, it was a magazine vendor who happen to have a few comic books laying about, and they were in English.
While it wasnt the stuff he remembered from his youth it was something. Over the next few months he devoured them, reading any comics he could find, because it was his only source of English in this foreign land. This also got him to thinking about what he was
Cold didnt bother him anymore. The local Polar Bear club thought he was a strange American, but honestly those freezing waters had no feel to them, actually it was almost warming. He also knew a few things that he had not advertised to anyone. That trick of encasing himself in Ice was not just a fluke ... he could do it, with a bit of effort, but he could. Late night when working at a meat packing plant he was reminiscing about old movies, like Rocky, so started punching the hanging meat and doing bad Rocky voices. A few minutes into the excersize routine, the hanging meat went flying off its hook. Astonished he looked down at his hands which were incased in what seemed to be gauntlets of ice.
He hid these little secrets for a while. Until one day when out on a fishing trawler, someone went overboard into the freezing waters. David didnt hesitate and jumped in, never hearing the other crew members screaming out. He swam to the drowning man and brought him back. The crew though stared at him in horror, and while his vision was a little blurry, he didnt think of it until he realized he was encased in blocks of ice, like an armored suit. But all was not done, for the seas and its denizens were restless. No one can explain why one was so far north or in those cold waters, but a large shark attacked the ship. There had been rumors recently of such attacks but everyone dismissed them as mad ramblings of someone frost bitten. The shark though was huge, and with one bite it took out about 1/8th of the small fishing trawler. Still encased in his Ice Armor, David jumped on the shark. The battle began, it was a titanic fight that no one thought he could win, even with his strange appearance. After many long exhausting minutes, David now looking normal pulled himself on to the deck of what was left of the ship. He was exhausted, but apparently unharmed except for minor scratches, and one dislocated arm. From what he could recall later, the shark bit down on his Ice Gauntleted hand and trashed as hard as it could. David did have one thing though, in his good hand, a device ripped from the flesh of the shark. It had a symbol on it, one he recognized from the attackers on the military outpost he was sentenced to.
Odd coincidence maybe, but many things finally started coming together for him that week. He was a hero of the fisher men, he had fought an impossibly huge shark and survived almost unharmed, and saw an advert in the back of one of his comics, from a company called Crey, one whose symbol and colors matched the symbols on the device he pulled out of the sharks flesh and on the insignias of the attackers on the artic base. The advert was a recruitment page asking for all super powered heroes to come to Paragon City, Rhode Island and become a Hero of the People there and earn a good wage and benefits.
David then knew his purpose, no he wasnt going to get a job, he was going to move there and study this company, Crey, to find out what they were willing to kill for, and why they are genetically modifying such brutal beasts such as sharks and leaving them in the open waters. Maybe on the way he might be able to help others as always wanted to do in the military, but this time using the strange abilities he now has. This day he knew he was the Frozen Guardian.
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Tankers - "The Hero of Heroes!"
If your tanker ever says "RUN!", please do. We are only slowly dying to give you a chance to run, before we make a break for it. - Tellania
Main Characters - Virtue:
Manowar - Inv/SS/Pyre Incarnate Tanker
Mr Edward Hyde - SS/Inv/Scirocco Incarnate Brute
Part 5 of 5
Name: Stone Thunder
Powers: Stone/Stone (Mutant)
Server: Guardian
Origin: He was born Michael Sinclair, son of a rural couple living in Mississippi.
Growing up on a farm in a rural area is different than in a city. You learn responsibility early in life, such as getting up early, and doing chores all before breakfast and school. And when it is near times for crops to be harvested you are let off of school for a few days to help with them. Everyone helps, and it isnt easy work, but it installs in you a good work ethic.
Most people on farms have a green thumb, or can fake it pretty well with all the people around you helping. Then there was Michael. He had a connection, an uncanny sense and ability to deal with the earth and growing.
He was fine up until his teen years, no one noticed the trend at first, but when the land was in bad shape due to weather or chemical dumping, so was Michael. But when it was lush and green he was a bastion of health, even when seemingly everyone in the community had the flu. It wasnt until he was in college studying agricultural sciences that someone figured it out, and it wasnt a doctor or a scientist, or a PhD at the school, but a classmate and cheerleader. It wasnt one incident as much, just a series of things, and when playing in a football game against a rival college, whose field was being poisoned by a nearby toxic waste dump that it came together. No one else smelled the pollution, no one else could feel the pain, but each step on that field was agony to him, and the doctors could not figure out why. At the Emergency Room he was fine, but when they brought him back to the field for the final minutes of the game, he got sick again.
Michael knew he was different but not how so until that night. When he got sick on the field and fell to his knees, as his hands touched the ground, he felt the pain, felt the poison below him in the earth. Anonymously he reported this to the local health officials, who despite protests by the college and the athletic department, dug a hole in the field and tested the ground water beneath and discovered the toxic leak. This was the beginning of his anonymous crusade, to help the environment and the Earth. But it wasnt enough. Big Business was always around and ever growing, having vast capitol and influence, it did not care what it destroyed, lives, homes or the earth in the quest for profit.
Outraged that no matter how many letters, petitions or calls he made to the city, county or state officials, nothing was being done, the earth was being eaten up and poisoned by modern businesses. Late one night walking home from a local bar, he walked past one of the new power plants that was recently built "to better the lives of the community". Rage over took him, he climbed the fence and avoided the minimal security intent on stopping the corruption all by his self. He got into the facility, at first not realizing what was happening. The poisons inside almost killed him, but he was resolute, and fought back the feelings of sickness ... and somehow that sickening feeling - faded. Moving forward he swung his fists at electrical boxes or anything in his way. He managed to get to the main controls of the facility - with klaxons going off everywhere, he wanted to smash the controls and wished he had a sledgehammer with him ... and suddenly the weight in his hands was there. Smiling he swung the hammer over head and crashing down on the consol. Everything sparked and power surged and then died down. Looking around the hammer was there, but not of wood and metal, but impossibly huge and made of stone, as were his hands, encased in what could be called gloves of stone and earth. Coming out of him was some jagged and smooth edge of rock, not painful, just a natural part of him. He felt the earth sigh, and its pain ease at that moment, as the machines stopped and the pollution stopped flowing out of the machines.
Within minutes all of the rock and stone crumbled away from Michael's body, leaving behind some dust and dirt, but nothing more. The facilities guards found him in the ruined control room, but no evidence of a weapon. He was arrested by local police and served some jail time for B&E and property damage. But they could not prove anything else.
Michael now sensed the connection to the earth, to stone, to the living will of ... for lack of a better description, Mother Nature. Though his roots were on the farm and a rural life, his calling was much greater. But he didnt understand what he was or could do. This search led him to an organization in a place called Paragon City. They helped with classifying super-humans and could teach him about his "super-powers". While he would miss his home in Mississippi, you have to take the first steps, and that step was learning about what you are and what you can do.
For Michael, it all comes down to helping the Earth and helping all those not as gifted as he is.
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Tankers - "The Hero of Heroes!"
If your tanker ever says "RUN!", please do. We are only slowly dying to give you a chance to run, before we make a break for it. - Tellania
Main Characters - Virtue:
Manowar - Inv/SS/Pyre Incarnate Tanker
Mr Edward Hyde - SS/Inv/Scirocco Incarnate Brute
Name: The Cockaroach aka Roach
Origin: Who thought that a simple Periplaneta Americana could be such trouble?
A simple American Cockroach, after feeding on potions and materials in the Circle of Thorns secret lairs in Kings Row wanders into the Circle of Power left over from a nights incantation. The raw power left over for that twisting of the forces of nature and physics changes the humble creature into something that has never existed before. Hundereds of times bigger, faster and with inteligence aproaching that of a small dog, the being that calls himself CockAroach now fights for the forces of right.
Do not be alarmed when the CockAroach does not call you by your name, he is not trying to be rude, he cannot read. If you do not like your Roach Name just introduce yourself, and hell be sure to call you what ever you like to be called, even if its "Go away you weird little bug man!"
Name: Kathy Lyinn Burnett a.k.a Kalibur
Powers: Inv/Ss (Mutant)
Origin: Tired of doing all of the heavy lifting chores on her daddy's dairy farm in North Texas, Kathy headed to Paragon City. Having spent some time in the city fighting various threats, her powers have grown. Kathy has gone from being somewhat resistant to physical damage to being nigh invulnerable. Her strength has gone from being able to hold the tractor up while her daddy changed the oil to being able to send 20 men to the ground with a single stomp of her foot.
from memory:
name: rose glace
powers: ice/ice (mutant)
"rose glace" was the name of a line of lip gloss put out by Countess
Cosmetics (TM) (a wholly-owned subsidiary of the crey corporation).
lizzie arbel was attracted to the ad copy ("frosty and cool" it said).
unfortunately, there was a mix-up at the factory and a batch of cryo-
mutagen 34b was mis-packaged in "rose glace" containers. lizzie named
herself after the lip gloss and joined her big sisters, also victims of
accidents in the beauty industry.
Name: Sgt. Fuego
Powers: Fire/Fire (Science)
Origin: Sgt. Fuego was part of a secret test program into portals and alternate dimensions. During the course of the research, the scientists opened a portal to a alternate plane of reality filled with fire. Using portal technology they managed to channel the fire from this plane through an armored suit. It was during a basic run through test that the Rikti attacked destroying the lab. Sgt. Fuego was wearing the suit as part of a test, when the attack occured. He was able to repulse the Rikti at the lab but was unable to save the lab or its scientists. All traces of his participation in the experiment were destroyed freeing Fuego to use the suit to battle evil. But someday, the government may want the suit back.
I am Wesley Sharpe . I was raised in Spain by mother Doòa Dolores Maria Diego de Compuesta. I did not know who my father was until my mother told me upon her deathbed. He was an English Army officer named Richard Sharpe.
My father Sharpe had a distiguished military career serving under Lord Wellington in Spain during the Napoleonic wars. He has also fought at Waterloo and served with Wellington in India. He personally saved Wellington during the battle of Assaye and this won him a battlefield commision.
My mother had never revealed this to me, but she had not left me unprepared, either. Coming from a relatively well connected, if not prospersous Spanish family with a long heritage, she secured some education for me and also had me trained to be fluent in English. She also taught me to ride exceedingly well.
I suppose my father's unknown influence drove me to seek a military comission, but my mother was also quite helpful in this regard, using her connections in the Spanish nobility.
I was offered a post as a military liason at the Spanish Embassy in England. Not just one time, I met my father, briefly, as he made his rounds as a Special Diplomatic Agent for Her Majesty Queen Victoria. A certain intensity passed between us, but I could not say what it was at the time.
Then I received news, my mother was dying. I returned to Spain and she revealed to me, after I pressed her, who my father was.
Returning to England I confronted my father, who finally received me, but only after the utmost exhortations upon my part.
At last reconciled, he secured for me a post as a lieutenant in the Queen's own Hussars.
Shortly, Britain declared war upon Russia and our regiment was shipped out to the Crimea in 1851.
There is little doubt that I should be relating this to you at all had not a strange incident not occured at the Battle of Balaclava.
We were ordered as a part of the Light Brigade to assault the Russian guns on the heights. As we came within range I passed into a mist of gunpowder haze. I could feel the weight of shot and shell coming at me, ahead of the sound. Time seemed to stop.
Without thinking I grasped an amulet that my father had given me. He said that should I have great need to clasp it and call upon the goddess Kali! At the time I was most scornful of this strange request, but I did wear the amulet in honor of my father's wishes and also because undeniably I felt an unnatural attraction to it!
Bracing my self for the shock, I rode thru the growing mist and found myself, falling in thin air! Then I found myself amidst another kind of battle, with those strange insect-like Rikti creatures.
What is this place? I asked "Welcome Hero! This is Paragon City!"
I suppose the people mistook my British officer uniform for some sort of costume!
I've since attempted to "carve out" a life for myself here, by protecting the innocent.
Name: Richter 8.6
Real name: Jeremiah Stone
Power: Stone/Stone
Origin: Mutation
Richter 8.6 was born Jeremiah Stone (Jere to his friends). He was raised in a small suburban town on the east coast by two loving parents; his father owned a small pet store, and his mother worked at a pharmeceuticals company. They were not wealthy, but they were happy and comfortable in their small home town.
His entire life, Jeremiah had been different; growth spurts at an early age pushed his height to 6'6" by the time he was 13 - yet, despite the usual occupation of those his size (bullying), he was a quiet, gentle person who excelled in academic pursuits. His interests leaned toward Geology and Vulcanology, thus covering the study of stone in all its forms.
Even beyond this obvious physical difference, Jere felt like an alien among his classmates and friends. He would frequently go for long walks by himself, where he would "talk" to nature. At first, his solitude worried his mother and father, but they grew to understand that Jere simply liked being alone on the unchanging earth.
As time went on, Jere's intelligence and open, friendly manner garnered him a small group of loving friends, and that helped him through his awkward high school years. Upon graduating as Valedictorian of his high school, Jeremiah began taking classes at Hephaestus-Geb University in Edison, New Jersey, studying (of course) Geology.
It was during his junior year that his feelings of dissimilarity finally made sense. A massive earthquake, caused by the activities of the Trolls of Paragon City, struck the East Coast. Jeremiah was in one of the biology labs with his study group when the building shuddered and collapsed around them.
The screams of terror from his fellow students sparked something in the gentle giant; he felt strength coursing through his body, and felt his skin thicken and become stony. He made his way to one of the outer walls of the building, moving slabs of stone and metal girders as though they were styrofoam. Reaching the outer wall, Jerermiah felt the heat of molten stone pouring into his fist; the magma burst forth from his palm and hardened into a massive hammer, with which he beat down the wall and allowed himself and most of his fellow students to escape.
He confided in his parents as to his sudden heroic changes, and his mother finally told him of the experiments she had performed on herself in her early years as a pharmeceutical student - and they can only assume that these experiments led to mutations in Jeremiah's biology.
Realizing that his destiny had changed forever, Jeremiah adopted the name Richter 8.6, and made his way to Paragon City. He has gotten a job as a substitute teacher at a night school, but spends most of his time on the streets in cape and armor, fighting crime. He has vowed to prevent any further disasters from radiating from this city of heroes.
Cometfall
Stone/Fire Mutation
**Excerpt from "Heroes of Paragon, In Their Own Words. A coffee table book"**
Untold years ago, far across the galaxy, a planet exploded. Fragments of this former planet were hurled though the cosmos, exposed to gasses, cosmic rays and various radiations on their journey through the icy blackness of space. Some of these shards, burned up as they entered planetary atmospheres, or were diverted by gravity wells and sent off in new directions.
One such splinter of a former world hurtled through our own atmosphere, burning away jaged lumps and layers of debris, ice and softer stone. It impacted near the centre of "Eden", a cordoned off area in Paragon City. Days later a swarm of heroes, thick as locusts, located and destroyed a gargantuan amoeba like creature nearby. After several hours a thick blueish-green goo seeped out of the earth and pooled at the bottom of the crater where the remnant of a dead world lay still cooling. Later that night it rained and in the cooling rain the stone hissed. This artifact of an ancient people, a single fragment of a world long forgotten cracked. It had survived the cold void between stars, had survived hazards not yet seen by men, had even survived entry into our atmosphere and a screaming impact with our own world. It cracked. The substance in the bottom of the crater seeepd into the cracks and an inner fire erupted. The boulder from space cracked, shook, unfolded and stood upright, looking around in confusion.
And that, dear reader, is where our story begins.
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The Defenders of Paragon
KGB Special Section 8
Brass Betty (Sara Woodward)
Invul/Axe Technology
**Excerpt from "Heroes of Paragon, In Their Own Words. A coffee table book"**
Sara Woodward was on her way home from the movies. She was about to step into an intersection when a large, filthy hand clamped down over her mouth and several more hands dragged her back into a dark, garbage strewn alleyway. The Skulls beat her brutally then grabbed anything of value and ran, leaving her for dead.
She awoke to a blood red haze of screaming agony. A dirt encrusted man in a bloody smock and stained surgical mask knelt over her. An insane glimmer lit his eyes and he brandished a twisted hacksaw in one hand. "The arm bone's connected to the... shoulder." The saw came down and amidst the screaming, the red haze darkened to black.
Later still she woke to a throbbing ache, pounding through her body. Ticking and clanking sounds surrounded her on all sides. She could barely manage to open one of her once beautiful green eyes to see what appeared to be a wind-up robot holding a copper faceplate. From above her head came the sound of cracking electricity, then the spark and glow of a welding torch. The small robot put the plate over her face and she screamed again. A scream that echoed in the shadows, ending in a gurgling rasp of a shattered voice. Beginning a shattered life.
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The Defenders of Paragon
KGB Special Section 8
Known as: The Maltese Knight
Real Name: Joseph T. Gage(on public record)
Status: Captain FD-03, PCFD(RETIRED)
Initial dispatch, <ADDRESS REMOVED, PENDING ARSON INVESTIGATION>, Kings Row, full class 1 assignment.
E-25 E-27 E-20 E-22 E-28 L-27 L-20 C645 C762 AL4
Initial size up reported as visible flame and smoke, south wing of facility. First in engine company assigned fire attack. NFPA 704 and hazardous material placarding not present. Initial attack faced severe impingement, E-27 assigned to assist. Explosion of hazardous material containers at 19:43. Attack teams withdrawn, defensive placements established. Scene declared under control by IC C645 at 22:12.
Addendum: Capt. J.T. Gage E-25 exposure report filed. Failure of SCBA upon explosion of materials within. Exact quantity and types unknown, pending investigation. Capt. Gage transported unconscious to Crowne Memorial.
Addendum: Capt. Gage medically retired with full honors 10-12-2002. Assigned to SERAPH liason Rebecca Brinell to investigate physical changes suspected as a result of chemical exposure.
Watchman Mk. IV
Less than two weeks before Hermann Rorschach, the famous psychiatrist, succumbed to supposed appendicitis, his 29-year old mistress Elsa Schmidt gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. They named him Eugen (after Eugen Bleuler, one of the men who had mentored Rorschach in his psychiatric education). Hermann was in the process of making secret arrangements to take care of Elsa and Eugen when he died.
Though it was a hard life for her after that, Elsa raised their son Eugen to be strong and self-reliant. She worked long hours to provide for him, but still found the time to raise him properly. On the eve of his 18th birthday, she died of a massive coronary embolism. From her deathbed, Elsa enlightened Eugen for the first time as to who his real father was. The now-orphaned Eugen set sail for America within weeks of her interment.
Eugen lived a quiet and relatively uneventful life as a mason in Boston, and raised a family of his own. He named his eldest son Hermann, after his own father. Hermann Schmidt was a prodigy of sorts; he was an intuitive mathematician (and student, for that matter), and an avid reader of science fiction and comic books. By the age of 18, Hermann had graduated from Yale and gotten his master's degree in mathematics. He got his doctorate the next year. He was tapped to work for the (then barely six-year-old ) National Security Agency as a cipher specialist, but instead chose Bell Laboratories to work as a theoretician as part of a team developing transistor applications. He stayed at Bell Labs until they became Lucent Technologies, when he asked for early retirement, during which time he was associated with a series of projects that pushed the technology envelope. That retirement wouldn't last long, though.
As a longtime enthusiast and adherent of Alan Turing's theories, Hermann learned just about all there was to know about cybernetics and artificial intelligence, to the point of attempting a series of abortive 'home projects' aimed loosely at the creation of an android. No major successes came of his experiments, but he learned from each design error and wrote several papers on the subject, one for the journal Science. (None of those papers noted that he had done most of the work in his off-hours in a 20' x 20' basement.)
His article in Science had brought him to the attention of Crey Technologies. Countess Crey offered to bankroll Hermann's experiments and let him work in their own labs to develop them, so long as he would follow certain 'design philosophies'. Hermann accepted, and Crey slowly and carefully molded him using various techniques to the point where he had designed the first working combat droid (a concept that ran against his initial conscience and sensibilities). It is a testament to Hermann's genius and Crey's motivational power that he managed to create a working model in less than ten years from that point.
Hermann's primary work was the development of the droid's AI, though he needed to be fully versed in all facets of the production process in order to create the control software necessary to integrate the cybernetic intelligence into the droid. At about PY (Project Year) 7 the first working model was produced. For various reasons it and two other models reached the decision to escape from Crey Labs. The first model actually managed to get onto the outer grounds before it was destroyed by Crey security. After that, failsafes were built into the droids that would prevent them from leaving the labs and/or set off small charges inside that would irrevocably damage their processing units. Finally, after various fits and starts, a complete, working android was 'born.'
The one comic series that Hermann loved above all others was Watchmen by Alan Moore. He immediately identified the character of Rorschach with his paternal grandfather, and so he named Project Watchman as a tribute to him. He named the android Watchman Mk. IV (signifying that it was the fourth-generation model).
During the last couple of years he spent on the project, Hermann began to grow erratic, wandering off into fugues at random times. The docility that Crey had worked into his psyche began to show minor cracks. At times it would seem he was the Dr. Schmidt of old, lucid and moral, then he would revert to being the simpering coward that Crey had made him.
The stress of it all eventually quite broke poor Hermann Schmidt. As Watchman's intelligence was 'grown', or taught, Crey began to sequester him from his creation. The few times he was allowed contact were when it was absolutely necessary, as he was the only one on the project that knew all there was to know about Watchman. When an insoluble problem occurred, Dr. Schmidt would be consulted, and somehow through his schizoid ramblings he'd suggest a solution for the problem. This was the only thing keeping him alive.
One day, when he was being escorted to solve the next insoluble problem, he managed to grab a weapon from one of his escorts. He barricaded himself inside the lab where Watchmen was kept and began to work manically on the android, removing every failsafe he could. He managed to disable the last one about thirty seconds before Crey security broke into the lab and shot him fatally. His final action, as he fell to the ground, was to open the restraints that held Watchman.
Dr. Schmidt had programmed a codeword that would let him know that Watchman had reached the decision to attempt escape, as every other model had tried and he felt was inevitable in the next model. Watchman gave the codeword, 'Eugen', at the meeting previous to the one at which Hermann set him free. Dr. Schmidt with a single stroke ended the Watchman project and freed his creation, at the cost of his own life.
There was much destruction in the wake of Watchman's escape; many Crey employees breathed their last that day. Watchman is #1 with a bullet on Crey's Most Wanted list, but they have proved completely incapable of corralling their indestructible android. Watchman kills any Crey he meets with ruthless efficiency, then disappears into the night. No one has been able to determine where he goes, but he always seems to reappear at the most inopportune times for Crey.
Name: Silver Starbolt
Real Name: Dr. Jack Star
Origin: Science
Story: A brilliant quantum physicist working for the reformed Portal Corps, Jack Star was researching alternate dimensions and working ona device that woould allow viewing of alternate realities without acutally entering them. When the Rikti invaded, he was working in his lab, and in the initial assault his lab was destroyed, detonating his experimental device. Star was left in a coma but miraculously survived, his body unharmed. Jack was left in a coma for teh duration of teh invasion, and as he slept his body underwent radical changes. The atoms of his body replicated themselves in multiple quantum states simultaneously, effectively "multiplying" his bodily structure hundreds of times in the same space, the effect mostly centered in his musculature, skeletal structure, and nervous system, giving him vast strength, speed, and resilience. In addition, a "cloud" of subatomic particles formed around his body, creating a destructive force field of energetic fermions. Upon awakening, Star was horrified at the destruction the Rikti had caused, and equally terrified at what had happened to his body.
His first terrified act upon awakening was to demolish the protective bed he had been sleeping in at the hospital. Seeking to control his new powers, Jack underwent months of intensive meditation excersizes, learning that the "field" surrounding him responded to his mental commands, and he learned to control it through force of will. Thus far he was been able to harnes his "fermion cloud" to form a defensive barrier around his body, wrap his hands in destructive globes of energy, and expel energy along his body to facilitate flight. In addition, his cognitive abilities and reflexes apparently extend beyond his body and into the "cloud" increasing both his intelligence, motor coordination, and reaction speed. After learning to control his powers, Jack Star decided to use his newfound abilities to help rebuild his city and aid the weak, taking the name of the Silver Starbolt in the style of the classic silver age comic book superheroes he was so found of as a child.
Name: Crash MacTavish
Powers: INV/AXE
Origin:
James "Crash" MacTavish has always had an affinity for metal. He started his career as a metalworker but after a few years he fulfilled his lifelong dream to become a master swordsmith. He travelled the world plying his trade at knife shows and renaissance fairs and soon found that his weapons were high demand from serious collectors. With his weapons demanding higher prices he was able to stop his global trek and opened a forge in Paragon City where he began experimenting with advanced alloys and cutting edge tempering techniques and supplying weapons for the burgeoning hero population.
There was an explosion while working with an experimental ultra-hard alloy and Crash was caught in the blast. He lost both of his arms and his right eye in the explosion and his enitre body was peppered with bits of molten alloy. He was rushed to the hospital where his injuries were treated but was not expected to survive owing to the toxicity of some of the compunds in the alloy with which he had been working.
Amazingly his body was somehow able to metabolize the alloy fragments and as they were broken down they were absorbed into his skin making it nearly indestructible. Crash recuperated quickly and left the hospital sporting an eyepatch and prosthetic arms. Despite his traumatic experience Crash returned to work at his forge but found that his disability made his work impossible. Crash's hero clientele used their clout and influence to secure a pair of cybernetic arms and a cybernetic eye for Crash. With his new arms Crash was able to return to work and perfected the alloy upon which he had been working when he lost his arms. He forged a single weapon from this alloy, a two bladed axe and then laid down his hammer for good.
Inspired by the heroes who had so readily helped him, Crash took up his axe to defend those in need and even though he does not consider himself a superhero he is always willing to stand side by side with any hero against injustice. Crash has upgraded his arms twice and his eye once and has had cybernetic implants installed in his legs as well allowing him to jump great distances. His affinity for metal appears to have grown into a fetish for cybernetic augmentation as he is always on the lookout for the next latest upgrade. Crash has always had a self-assured personality but his newfound invulnerability has given him a towering self-confidence with an ego to match and he frequently speaks of himself in the third person. These appear to be more helpful than harmful as his confidence is infectious and his magnanimous nature makes him an extremely likable fellow.
"I am a Tank. I am your first choice, I am your last hope." -- Rune Bull
"Durability is the quintessential super-power. " -- Sailboat
Name: Ebony DeFeu
Powers: Fire/Fire
Origin: Magic
Story:
Ebonys parents wanted a child desperately, but after trying for years their efforts proved fruitless. Having all but given up hope, they were approached one night by a renowned mystic, who offered them the opportunity to raise a foundling child. They jumped at the chance, but were sworn never to question the childs origin. They named the girl Ebony, and loved her dearly. As she matured, certain physical attributes became apparent; she grew to very tall and powerful, her skin turned a reddish color, and small horns sprouted from her forehead. In time, a penchant for starting and controlling fires manifested itself. The family moved often and to more isolated places, as Ebonys appearance would frighten many who saw her. Thanks to her parents teaching and wisdom, Ebony never saw this as a defect of herself, but rather as a weakness in others. She felt pity for the ignorant of the world, and decided to use her abilities to teach by example, coming to Paragon City to begin her crusade.
Still, there are those terrible nightmares
-Sandolphan
"When heroes fail, the Angels will save you."
MASTERMIND NUMERIC KEYPAD PET CONTROLS
HAMIDON NUKE RAID GUIDE
Name: The Galactic Shield
Powers: Inv/SS
Origin: Mutant / Alien Hybrid
Story: Incomplete, But here is the basiics.
Ritki wiped out planet & race of alien lifeforms known as K'arg, These were a peacefull highly intelligent race with 2 uncanny abbilities, Every one of the K'arg are telepathicly linked to eachother, & they also have the abbility to merge with eacthother, But not other lifeforms, When the ritki invaded, Stole their technology & wiped out their race, 92 of the strongest members of the race merged, & became one, See, they had a mission, To find a lifeform with similar abbiliteis to their own, A life form that can merge with other lifeforms, The K'arg host followed the ritki to a blue & green planet called earth . . .
By the time he got here, The ritki had already attacked, whilst scanning the planet for a host, after years of searching, He found a suitable host, an up & coming mutant hero by the name of Tony jeferson, a mutant with the uncanny abbility to merge his own molecular structure with any organic lifeform, He has been known to merge with a wolf, & track criminals by scent, He merged with amphibious creatures & can now function underwater, Only young, But the last chance the K'arg has for revenge . . .
The K'arg host approached tony & telepathicly shown him the war & devastation of his race & home planet, Tony aggreed to merge with the K'arg, & be their champion in the fight against galactic warfare, He took on the K'args intelligance, Super Strength, Healing attributes, But added his own attitude, & disgarded their peacefull ways, He became, The Galactic Shield, The last Surviving K'arg member, & a galactic Protector against universal Alien threats . . .
Story is incomplete, But that was pretty much the base of it
Shhh. My common sense is tingling. ~ Deadpool