Name: Chris Meyer
Alias: Bladewolf
Age: 22
Weight: 210
Height: 6'
Appearances: none actually, well, not yet at least
Physical description: Black hair and recently yellow'd eyes, he is very athletic in appearance as he works out alot. He usually wears one of two costumes, the first one being a suit of black and red leather armor over which he wears a long black trenchcoat. His medium length hair is tied back with a simple red headband and he wears a simple double diamond shaped mask to hide his indentity. The second costume is for situations that require more stealth. It is an all black skin tight suit that covers him from head to toe, the gloves and boots have strong spikes that come off from them. A blue headband tied just above the eyes highlight his head while a blue and black wolf's head sit in a faded blue patch on his chest.
Personality: Chris is new to the hero buisness and just recently got his powers. He tends to take a back seat in matters of figuring out clues and villians next moves but will gladly jump to the front when fighting starts. His ability to heal from nearly any wound almost instantly has often made him brash and foolhardy. He is sometimes quiet and sometimes outspoken.
Powers: Chris' powers come from his sword, a mystic blade that has permanitly bonded with Chris. He can make the sword vanish and appear at will. The blade gives Chris enhanced reflexes and speed though not to any superhuman levels. Chris can jump great distances and his senses have increased to inhuman levels. He can almost smell strong emotions, such as fear or hate or even love. He can also heal most wounds almost instantly and has found himself with much more stamina than before. The small quirk about the blade is it's soul. The original owner of the blade magically bonded his soul to it and he can now manifest himself to Chris. So far only Chris can see or hear this ancient warrior, though anyone who can see the spirit realm would be able to see the ghost. Thus when Chris seems to be talking to himself, he may actually not be. The ancient warrior is training Chris to use the katana like blade and Chris is a fast and able learner, but in times of great danger, the spirit can possess Chris and fight in his body. When this happens Bladewolf becomes a truly vicious fighter who rarely, if ever loses a fight. The ghost is hesitent to do this however as doing so weakens him greatly and he is unable to manifest again for some time.
Bio: soon to be posted in the forums 
Name: Jonas Reaga
Age: indeterminable. Adulthood
Alias: Mortanis
Weight: 170 lbs
Height: 5'7
Characteristics: Feline shaped face, pointed ears, bright yellow eyes that dilate to round circles or contract to thin lines. Two large bull-like horns that curve over the ears and end parallel to his face.
Jonas was brilliant. Really brilliant. He passed all his exams with flying colors, was never caught unprepared. This, and a tendency to use his "gifts" for uncivilized practices, made him unwelcome company for many that knew him. To feed his curiosity, he began working with space/time continuances, gateways and the like. His theory was that a parallel universe existed, and by using a specialized gate, one could hop long distances in short time. Him and his partner Leon tested the gate without ample protection. The Netherworld did a huge number on both their bodies.
I hope I'm doing this right.
One of the members of my supergroup the Circuitbreakers. (Actually my main toon in CoH)
Codename: Electronigirl
Real Name: Unknown to the public.
Previous possible aliases: Jennifer "Jenni Sue" Susan Graham
AKA: Elly, eGirl, Tronnie
Identity: Publicly known as Electronigirl, Dr. Jasen Graham's robot
Occupation: Adventurer, formally army private, formally electronic engineer, leader of the Circuitbreakers, agent of the Shun Fin Weapons Research company
Citizenship: U.S.A.
Place of Birth: Paragon City, Rhode Island
Known Relatives: Dr. Jasen Graham (father), Emily Graham (mother)
Group Affiliation: Circuitbreakers, the Vanguard, Freedom Phalanx Reserve
Education: High school graduate; bachelorette of science electrical engineering, military basic training, programmed in many forms of martial arts and specialized fighting with an energy weapon (her hands)
Age: 3 or 24 (date of manufacture: 2004, natural: 1983)
Weight: 510 lbs
Height: 5' 4"
Hair: Bright blond
Eyes: Hazel
Origin: Technology
Archetype: Blaster
Characteristics: None outwardly. Her "skin" comes off to reveal a robotic endoskeleton. The public is generally unaware of this fact, however she does nothing to hide it.
Appearances: First appeared in City of Heroes videogame. Crossover with City of Villains in "Rikti Crash Site" issue #11
Powers: Energy blast and energy manipulation. Her powers are the result of advanced micro-weaponry built into her arms and chest cavity.
Abilities: Able to fly, hover and run swiftly.
Is she a robot? Is she a girl in an electronic suit? The public doesn't really know. But apparently she's an agent of the Shun Fin Weapons Research company. Her relationship with a scientist by the name of Dr. Jasen Graham is too a mystery. Is she his invention or something more? The familiarity between the two is undeniable. Daughter? Just a military project in advanced A.I. he's simply grown close to? With the enemies she's made, maybe a little too close for his own good. Some postulate that she is his daughter who's brain he had downloaded into an artificial positronic wetware brain. This is one theory that may be true as his daughter was dying from the symptoms of a Rikti created bioweapon. In this case she was 21 at the time of her "death." If this is true then she lives on in apparent perpetual agelessness. Some suspect though, that the downloaded brain was simply just a "copy" and his real daughter simply succumbed to her illness afterwards never knowing whether she'd die or truly live on in a robotic body. In any case she seems perfectly happy with her new lot in life. To blast the Rikti to hell and back for what they've done not only to her, but to Paragon City. Having a lifelong love for her city there is no force on this Earth or off it that will prevent her from protecting her birth city. Nothing!
Electronigirl in flight
Electronigirl full
Electronigirl close
Magnimoth Alexander Edinborough
Aliases: None
DoB: October 14, 1486
Age: 621
Height: 6'7"
Weight: 240lbs
Abilities: Superhuman strength, resilience, agility, and senses. Can heal wounds at an astounding rate. Must feed on human blood to survive.
Origins: Born as a Mutant, and manifested superhuman strength in late teens. Embraced as a Vampire at twenty-nine, greatly increasing his powers.
Appearances: To Be A Hero
Images:
Magnimoth in leather armor
Magnimoth against a sunset
Magnimoth against a sunrise
Magnimoth opening a present
Magnimoth ready for battle
Personality: Taciturn around strangers, but warm with his friends. Has a great sense of humor, but can sometimes be very solemn. Great affection for Casseia, and any hostility to her is rewarded with anger and protectiveness by him. He is sometimes easily angered by petty issues, and his rages can become nearly volcanic furies that he is impossible to reason with during. Is generally very calm and relaxed, although his rages can erupt with surprising suddeness.
Biography: Born in the 1400's, Magnimoth lived in a small Italian village which rarely saw outside visitors. In his late teens, he began manifesting superhuman strength, which he kept quiet about. Due to his great height and strange habits, he was already seen as an outsider. However, fate forced his hand as a nearby valley was struck by an avalanche, trapping a dozen people under rocks and rubble.
Tossing them aside as though they weighed nothing, he quickly rescued the trapped people. One of them was his future wife, Marin. They married, and lived four happy, bliss-filled years despite the controversy caused by her rescue and his powers. On his twenty first birthday, however, things would change.
An ancient vampire named Atrius took an interest in the young man. Insane from traumas he had suffered in his two-millenia life, Atrius mistook Magnimoth for his own son, and vowed to make up for letting him die at the hands of Werewolves. Killing Marin and capturing Magnimoth, he promised to make him 'strong enough' to fight this time.
Magnimoth endured eight years of horrifying torture, always kept on the edge of life by Atrius feeding him tiny bits of his own Vampiric blood. Finally, on his twenty-ninth birthday, Atrius made him into a Vampire, giving him the curse of immortality. Combined with his superhuman strength, Magnimoth was able to kill Atrius, but the memories of Marin and of his lost humanity nearly drove him mad.
He wandered Europe for nearly two hundred years, blood-thirsty and heartless. Without Marin to live for, yet too afraid and confused to kill himself, he lived a shadow of a life, the life of a mindless predator. He met a fellow Vampire named Magnus, who showed him that the humanity inside of him was still there, and that living his life as a predator was not only an affront to his old life, but a disgrace to Marin as well. Magnimoth finally regained some of his old sense, and started his life anew.
Since then, Magnimoth has been living as a hero, although only recently as one of Paragon City's finest. Hearing of the discord and the return of the Rikti, he relocated to Rhode Island, where he met his future wife, Casseia, rescuing her from a forceful 'recruitment' by the Outcasts due to her own burgeoning Mutant powers. Since then his priorities in life have somewhat changed, although he can still be seen laying waste to the Rikti and even the lesser villains of Paragon City, always trying to atone for his past and slake his thirst for justice.
Casseia Afkel Edinborough
Aliases: None
DoB: September 10, 1987
Age: 20
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 120lbs
Abilities: Possesses the ability to rapidly raise and lower the temperature of the air around her, resulting in spontaneous combustion or freezing. Can utilize this to cause air pressure changes around herself, granting flight.
Origins: Mutant. Began manifesting powers at age 19. Further enhanced through training.
Appearances: To Be A Hero
Images:
Casseia in casual clothing
Casseia having a drink
Casseia in uniform
Casseia in a formal dress
Casseia in a formal dress #2
Personality: Easy going and somewhat relaxed, but she can be very argumenative. Assertive at times, and sometimes demure. Sometimes hides her emotions, although not from Magnimoth. Fiery temper, but calms down quickly. Staunchly defends her friends. Despises lying and will not tolerate dishonest people. Loves animals.
Biography: Born into an affluent family, Casseia Afkel heard of the crime of Paragon City, heard stories of people robbed on the streets and kidnapped for twisted experiments, but never expected it to happen to her. That all changed a month after her nineteenth birthday. Deep into the night, a group of Outcasts broke into her house, kidnapped her, and killed her parents. Dragging her down into a sewer, they beat her and tormented her, compelling her to join with them. "Recruitment" is what they called it.
Luckily, a hero named Magnimoth saw her being dragged into the sewer and came to her rescue, dispatching the Outcasts holding her and carrying her, bruised but alive, out of the sewer. After discovering her family had been killed, she had no one else to turn to. From that moment on, she had only Magnimoth to lean on.
He taught her many ways to harness her powers. Her drive for vengeance was great, and although the Outcasts that had killed her parents were either dead or in jail, she still felt a blood lust for all Outcasts. She vowed she put a stop to the kind of suffering she herself went through.
Despite their age difference and Magnimoth's supernatural nature as a Vampire, a relationship formed, and within a year they were married. Finally, she felt as though she was regaining a family after losing hers at the hands of the Outcasts. Her thirst for vengeance slacked somewhat, but was never really slaked.
Name: Kruth'T
Age: Unknown
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 163lbs.
Scales: Orange-brown
Origin: Natural (alien)
AT: Spines/Dark scrapper
threads: The Clinic
Appearance:
Kruth'Ts' uniform
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Stage 1 battle armor
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Stage 2 battle armor
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Kruth'T appears to be a bipedal reptile. His scales are orange brown, and are pebbly. Similar in a appearance to a Gilla monsters scales. His eye collar is blue.
Personality:
Kruth'T tends to be friendly and helpful, when he's not pursuing the bad guys at least. It is thought that he behaves in this way because he's an alien, and knows very little about earth and it's cultures. As can be imagined, he gets confused about humans very easily.
Name: Hakuro de Killer
AKA: 13th De Killer, The Renegade.
Hakuro is 6'5" and is of slender, but toned build. He's wearing the traditional indictment armor of the De Killer family, due to it being stolen as he fled Chateau De Killer. His armor includes a set of "Pain Pads", or oversized shoulderpads lined all the way down with spikes that are far from imitation. Among the pain pads is a set of somewhat traditional-looking armor made out of a compounded mixture of ebony and dark matter, which accounts for its indestructibility and black color. The red tones of his armor are a special kind of paint that not only adheres to such a form of metallic/mythic substance, but also allows the wearer of the armor to reduce the amount of energy necessary to use any form of spell or technique used.
While this armor is used mainly as a form of ceremonial armor, it is still a more than functionable suit of armor with magical enhancements. Amongst the rest of his clothing are a black bandanna and a pair of red-tinted sunglasses. While these pieces of everyday clothing, they are very rarely worn by a De Killer, as they are viewed as hindering the performance of the wearer.
While his hair color and eye color are unknown due to the bandanna and sunglasses, the hero records state that he has black hair and green eyes.
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Hakuro was born on a very small island that exists in the middle of the pacific, between Hawaii and Japan. On the island exists several unnamed crooks and thieves as well as the manor overlooking it all which no one dares touch. This manor is known as Chateau De Killer and has been the home of the De Killer main family since the third generation of the De Killer discovered the island during his travel back to Kyoto from Honolulu.
Soon after Hakuro was born, he was taken to a seer on the streets by his father, the worlds best murderer and assassin named Satsujin Shokutaku de Killer. The seer stated the following of Hakuro's future in general:
This child, the thirteenth generation of the De Killer, will inherit upon all the cumulative powers of each generation before him, making him the most powerful of the De Killer! Even you, Lord Satsujin, will be powerless in comparison! He will also change the fate of the De Killer name forever!
Satsujin, aware that the seer had told him the absolute truth and the fact that predictions are always too vague to begin with, settled with what he had heard and took his child back home to celebrate the birth of the most powerful De Killer, for Satsujin, not unlike every previous patriarch of the De Killer Family, only thought about the pride of the De Killer family and paid almost no heed to the second part of the prediction.
Over the years, Hakuro studied under his mother and father. Satsujin de Killer was a master at various assassin techniques, including sniper techniques. While he learned how to kill with mere technique, it was his mother Youjutsu taught Hakuro the means to kill. Hakuro was taught the principles and the means to use the different spells as listed in the Necronomicon and the Grimoire. This, and using various live test subjects, allowed him to use the various spells he had learned. During his Eighteenth birthday, Satsujin provided his son with the De Killer Indictment Armor worn by every De Killer to be inaugurated ceremony to be officially brought into the De Killer family.
Soon after, something in Hakuro's head clicked and, without missing a beat, he took the indictment armor and fled the manor and the island mere minutes before being an official member of the De Killer family.
Having heard of Paragon City in the past, he headed there to become a hero, using his dark powers for good. meanwhile, Satsujin arrived where he was meeting Hakuro and he never showed up. At this he recalled the second part of the prophecy:
He will also change the fate of the De Killer name forever!
Name:Emma Ragen Jolvic
Super Name:Goth
Powers
ark blasts, flight, and anything else her darknes powers can let her do.
Eye colorark brown
Hair color:Brown with some darker highlights in it
Attire:As a normal teenage girl she is mostly found wearing a light colored shirt and some jeans. As a hero she wears gothic makeup, a spiked neck band, some tipless gloves, and a dark, tight outfit with some see through parts, for example her stomach and back
Age:about 17
Known family members: Parents Aiden and Alica Jolvic
History: Emma was only 14 when she found out about her powers, she was a mutant. Her abilities where dark blasts, but she could only use them at night, or in a shadow. If she uses them in any lighted area they will work for a sicnd or two if she is lucky. She may look like a total gothic freak in her hero outfit, but it is just her costume. In real life she is kind of a preppy girl in high school. She tries to get out a lot to help fight evil, but does have other things to do like homework. In her hero character she is called,"Goth." No one would EVER guess who she is in real life, because she is a pretty good actor.
Name: Eszter Haledor and Malaise
Age: 16 and unquantifiable
Height: 5'4" and usually 6'8"
Weight: 110lbs. and unquantifiable
Origin: Natural
AT: none and katana/willpower scrapper (has almost nothing to do with rp powers, just defines personality a bit)
Appearance:
Eszter is a normal looking English girl, with pale skin, long blond hair with a slight curl to it, and deep green eyes. She is from a wealthy family and dresses accordingly.
Malaise lacks any strong definable trait in it's true form. When it remains in it's weakest bound form, it may take on the appearance of anything but almost strictly takes on the appearance of a tall and thin yet well toned man. Skin pure white with hair to match, the only striking differences in his appearances being the blood red eyes and blood red embellishments upon his clothes, which tend to be a long white coat, but sometimes takes on a more business suit style.
Personality:
Eszter is a relatively serious girl, she will occasionally smile, but normally seems to have a slightly focused expression. Almost always she appears to have the weight of something great and tormenting looming upon her though she always soldiers on.
When threatened she is quick to get out of harms way, but will fight if she finds it a necessity or entirely to trivial to call upon Malaise t do anything.
Malaise is an oddity. In it's "human" form it almost always has a calm slight smirk, as if it knows something no one else knows. Anyone around him tends to get an odd discomfort, as if they are simply there waiting for something terrible to happen.
To a psychic, Malaise normally appears to be a very shallow/simple being. Very few things cross it's consciousness aside from the usual emotions. Digging deeper into this consciousness however will reveal that it is little more than a shell, almost always focused on keeping something else at bay.
This other consciousness that is imprisoned within is the true one. An eternal being captured within an immortal shell. This entity is entirely enveloped with only one desire, to not simply bring chaos, but to bring a much deeper absolute misery to existence.
History:
Malaise "once" was an eternal being which only existed as what we would know as agony and misery. Malaise was the greater aspect of misery though, a complete and enveloping one that created a hell more terrible than any physical torment or simple mental anguish.
Existence as we know it would be an impossible one if this aspect of misery was still a defining trait. As such, the other aspects of eternity found it a necessity to keeo this misery from ever being an absolute.
Malaise was like any other aspect of eternity, having to be an immortal will that was stripped of all other being but it's most absolute form. Temporally, right as Malaise ascended to become eternal, Malaise became bound. The other eternals had devised an immortal shell that would keep Malaise's true form from uniting with the other eternals.
This form became an oddity, as Malaise was an eternal and as such a defining trait to existence, but wasn't able to unite as a defining trait because of an artificial barrier. Malaise wasn't part of existence either, forcing it to idle forever.
After traveling and experiencing many different universes from beginning to end in many different ways, Malaise eventually began searching for a way to break the barrier that bound it.
It's latest plan was to swear servitude to some beings, over time trickling information to them and insights that would push them towards a chaotic being like itself and eventually transcend. At which point that entity would be able to release Malaise from it's imprisonment.
Malaise bound itself to servitude to the Haledors. As such, Malaise endlessly and with zealot like fervor will protect his project from both the eternals and anything within existence which may harm them.
Name: Darius Kainan
AKA: Khanon
Age: Corporeal form - 20 at present
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 180 lbs.
Origin: Mutant (magic-infused)
AT: Dark Melee - Regen Scrapper
Threads: none yet - in the works
Parents: Marcie (died in childbirth) and David (committed suicide when Darius was age 14)
General Appearance: Stockily built for his age, Khanon is fair complected with silver-white eyes. His hair is naturally light silver-grey with darker tints; thick and shaggy, but not long. Relatives have said of him that he's built "like a brick slaughterhouse", whatever that means...
His most notable features, however, are the bony demonic wings sprouting from his shoulder blades...
Background: Darius' parents were just average Jane and John Doe citizens of Paragon City. They always avoided "trouble" whenever possible, and left it up to the PPD or local heroes when they couldn't avoid it. Marcie worked in records at the medical center in Atlas Park, the Ph.D. in business sciences felt like it was going to waste. But she was finally up for a promotion...
Dave had been a mechanic since he was a child, as far as he could remember at any rate. His father was a mechanic, his 2 older brothers were mechanics. All three of his uncles were... Being a mechanic was almost an inherited trait of the men of the Kainan family. Dave was sure that such would be the case for his son, Darius, from the moment he could pick up a wrench.
Some dreams just aren't meant to come true...
Marcie worked late one evening, as she sometimes needed to do when there'd been a high rate of heroes through the medi-ports on a busy Saturday afternoon. She hated having to come home so late, but it just couldn't be helped. If she wanted to get the promotion, she had to prove she was willing to do the work everyone else avoided by leaving at 6 o'clock in the evening. She was a scant 4 weeks from going on maternity leave, so there was no room for error. She'd hear about whether or not the new position as the Head of Records for the hospital was hers upon her return from having her baby.
Dave had come home early. He knew Saturdays were rough on Marcie so he'd left the garage in the able hands of his brother, Christopher. The flowers looked nice as the centerpiece on the small oak dinette table. He'd set out their best dishes and glassware, and actually cooked the steaks and potatoes himself. Yes, the salad was from a "bag" salad, but he was sure that Marcie wouldn't care. She'd be tired and just happy to not have to make the dinner herself.
She never arrived...
The two PPD officers at the door looked dejected as they related the story to Dave, standing on the front porch of their townhouse a block from the Tram in King's Row. "One damned block!" he kept screaming to himself over and over, partially drowning out what the officers were telling him.
His heart sank as their story unfolded.
Marcie had just crossed the street and was about to round the corner when she was taken by force by several Guardians from the Circle of Thorns. Astonished witnesses said they just shouted, almost gleefully, "she's the one!" as she was drug off to the empty lot around the corner. A mage from the Circle had scrawled a strange and cryptic symbol into the hard dirt below her allowing the mage to channel the dark magicks between them and hold her suspended in mid-air. Strange energies coalesced and a faint...thing...was seen beginning to be drawn into their world from...somewhere beyond.
Just as the ghostly wings of the creature had begun to emerge from seeming nothingness at the same point of space-time as Marcie's womb, he struck. His movements were so quick that the witnesses couldn't tell at the time what was happening. They saw the bodies of the guardians, then the mage himself, crumple to the ground in rapid succession. As the bodies of the Circle members fell, the witnesses heard an other-worldly roar of what they could only describe as utter agony pierce the night air. As the last of them fell, they saw the ghostly creature fade back into nothingness.
The dark-clad hero known only as "Void" to the residents of King's Row gently picked Marcie up from the ground and rushed her to the local hospital, then notified the PPD of the incident. As he related the incident to the medical staff, they ran a series of vitals to see if she could even be saved from the ordeal.
Dave arrived at the hospital in time to hold Marcie's hand and hear her final words: "Protect Darius, my love...protect him..." They'd not decided on a name yet, but it seemed that in those last few minutes she had chosen one.
The doctors sedated her and prepared her for emergency C-Section. The baby would live, if they could deliver him quickly.
Marcie never regained consciousness, but her son seemed to be almost too healthy when he was delivered. He was still 4 weeks or so early, but he appeared almost as a month old child. His Apgar score was perfect, even with the oddities.
The whole Kainan Clan was in the waiting room. They comforted Dave in his time simultaneous joy and sorrow. The nurse had brought his baby son, Darius, to him to hold and to help comfort him in his time of loss.
No one could explain the silver-grey hair and eyes, and no one knew why there were two bony projections from his shoulder blades. They seemed to cause no discomfort for the child, but there was a look of knowing in the eyes of the family as they looked at each other, then the baby once more.
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Darius screamed for his father, the pain in his back almost too excruciating to think in anything but broken cries for help. His father rushed into the room where he lay on the floor, writhing and clutching at his back over his shoulders. Dave gasped almost in horror as he saw the great, bone and leathery skinned wings begin to rip through the flesh of his son's back. He rushed to the hall bathroom for a wet towel to help stem the flow of blood as his stomach retched at the horrific scene before him.
Suddenly, Darius went completely still and quiet. Dave's face had gone the pallor of death itself, as his son's form went limp for a moment in his hands, then every muscle in the youth's body went completely stiff. A faint glow emanated from under the towel, and Darius finally breathed once more; a sigh and shudder of relief made him visibly quake a bit. As Dave pulled the towel away to check the wounds, the large wings flapped out and almost knocked the large man over. He then looked, once more astonished, at Darius' unblemished back. Where once were two gaping gashes through the muscles and skin, there was no longer a mark on his body, save for the abominable wings themselves.
Darius glanced over to the mirror above his dresser, then fell to his bed and sobbed uncontrollably for what seemed an interminable time. Dave quietly closed the door behind him as he left his son to come to grips with what he was.
That was the last Darius ever saw his father alive. He still remembers, to this day, how his father choked back his own horror to help ease his son's injuries and pain. He preferred to remember that than remember how he found his father two hours later, shot with his own pistol while he still clutched a picture of his and Marcie's wedding day.
Darius still carries that photo, folded up, in a compartment of his belt...
I'm afraid that more than you asked for is here: http://ddgryphon.tripod.com/RPG-page...er/Heiler.html
But hopefully it will fit the build.
Federal Superhuman Document #411.793-A-1121
Classification: Top Secret
Department: Bureau of Otherworldly Affairs (B.O.A)
Date Last Updated: 3/3/2008
Subject: Jadia Ulsewyr
Alternate Identity: "Arborealis"
Synopsis: The daughter of 3-Star General Maria Ulsewyr (defected to Arachnos) and Friedrich Ulsewyr (Former FBI Investigator, deceased on 7/14/2000) went 'Missing and Unaccounted For' on January 3rd of 2001 fifteen days after being told by Federal Bureau Investigators of her father's murder.
Recent intelligence indicates has confirmed that Jadia Ulsewyr has been sighted in Paragon City (circa 2006-present); verification of this data was acquired by unnamed operatives after successful neutralization of defected U.S Army General Maria Ulsewyr and acquisition of documents detailing the fate of the subject from Jan. 3 of 2000 to Aug. 22nd of 2002.
The documentation, apparently erroneously, details the subject's death at defected General Maria Ulsewyr's hands on Aug. 22nd of 2002. Verification of subject's identity has been ascertained by Paragon City Hospital medical records, though only with the assistance of B.O.A and local Paragon City M.A.G.I operatives performing arcane investigations.
Detailed Log-
Name: Jadia Ulsewyr
Date of Birth: October 8, 1981
Date of Death: August 22, 2002
Date of Rebirth: Unknown; estimated between 9/23/02 and 1/1/03
Blood Type:
Former: AB (St. Cloud, MN Regional Hospital)
Current: Unknown (Paragon City Hospital documents indicate the subject to have a substance chemically similar to pine tree sap as blood)
Status of Rebirth: Superhuman, cause unknown, source; divine
Height:
Former: 5'6" (St. Cloud, MN Regional Hospital Records)
Current: 7'8" (Paragon City Hospital Records)
Weight:
Former: 119.2 lbs (St. Cloud, MN Regional Hospital Records)
Current: 322 lbs (Paragon City Hospital Records)
Hair Color/Length:
Former: Auburn (light), Shoulder Length
Current: None; appears to have blades and horns instead of hair.
Known Superhuman Traits/Abilities/Powers:
Former: None/Mundane
Current:
Schedule 1 Powers-
-Regenerative Tissue
-Muscular-Skeletal Structure
-Bone Density & Morphism
-Arcane/Eldritch Resistance
-Mental (*Possibly superhuman mental abilities)
Schedule 2 Powers-
-Strength (Muscular)
-Locomotive Speed (Subject can leap and spring unknown heights and distances; possesses wings, but is documented as flightless. Wings are photographed and appear to be of bat-like, though only semi-functional, nature)
Schedule 3 Powers-
-Running Speed (Subject appears to be physiologically enabled to run far faster than a normal human, though this is not documented as being a superhuman quality nor of speeds sufficient to categorize as Schedule 1 or 2)
History:
Former: Classified in Document #411.793-J-8232
Current:
2002-2006: Undocumented. B.O.A Requisition- Active
Jan. 3, 2007- Registered as a licensed "Hero" in Paragon City.
1/3/07-2/3/08- Review Dossier #112-JUA-1 for assembled documentation and verification sources of deeds performed by subject in this timeframe according to Paragon City Intelligence as well as 11,805 independent verified information/eye witness sources.
CIA Agent Lisa Margrieve looked over the file on her desk and balked. This was a file on the daughter of her old boss; old Friedrich. The man who'd taught her everything.
How did it get here, she wondered? A quick glance around her desk gave no indication.
Then, she checked the file again, and found yet more reason to balk. This file had never been declassified. It was still a red-letter file.
What in all creation was it doing on her desk? It sure hadn't been there before lunch.
Then, it hit her. She'd met Jadia only once, and only now remembered it because, afterwards, Friedrich had taken her aside and asked that she keep an eye on the younger gal, as he was going away for a while.
She never had a chance to do that; Jadia vanished without a trace only a few days after reports of Friedrich's death got back to her, and her superiors weren't interested in putting her on a protective custody search as none of it was official; not Friedrich's request nor even the last self-appointed investigation that wound up being his last.
And now, Jadia Ulsewyr had somehow finally been delivered to her in B.O.A top-security file format.
She didn't know who'd put it here on her desk, but she did know that she didn't have B.O.A clearance to have this.
Neither did she have a particularly good explanation for how she'd gotten it at all. With a sigh, she stuffed the file into her briefcase and hoped no one would miss it, or at least that no one would trace it back to her.
No one on the staff here would know that she'd ever had anything to do with this girl, and everyone who'd remember that she'd once asked to investigate Jadia's disappearance all those years ago was long since retired or in entirely different para-military departments now.
Now, she could finally make good on her promise to Friedrich, though the contents of the file haunted the back of her thoughts for the remainder of the day.
She didn't risk looking at the file again until safe in her Washington D.C condo, with the door locked and all three of her various phones turned off, with the blinds closed.
Then, and only then, did she finally allow herself the question that would prove utterly egregious to her every sensibility.
"How do the dead return to life as superhumans?"
It was a question she'd only find answer to in Paragon City.
Why her old mentor; Jadia's own father; had gone off on his own private investigations so often suddenly made so much sense to her, where in all the years prior it never had.
Some things, you just had to know, or not knowing would haunt you forever.
The plane tickets were purchased by morning; a red-eye flight to Paragon City. Her Notice of Leave was faxed to her boss' office five minutes later.
Whether it was accepted or not, she needed to do this.
God, the gods or whatever forces acted beyond all mortal ken alone knew why, but she had to do this.
And so she did.
Name: Vul Sareth
Height: 8' 6''
Weight: 556 pounds
Many years ago along the borders of an isolated archipelago there lived a group of powerful mystics. Bent by zealous motives and drunken from the light, they used their power to force every child in the cities along the coast to join their ranks; tearing them from their families to begin merciless training and study. Alan Sachard was one of those children, but he was different.
Disgusted by the apparent maliciousness of the light, he turned to the Dark Arts; gaining power secretly over the years. On his twenty second birthday, Alan finally decided to confront the leaders of the order. He scoured his tomes for the most fearful of entities and made ready to invoke it that night.
"...and so it is that I draw you into myself with the utterance of your name; fill me with your strength, Vul Sareth!" Alan's consciousness was rent in twain as the sudden encroaching presence thrust into his mind. Gripping his head as his body twisted and grew under the demon's will, Alan fell to his knees and screamed the last of his being into the dank tropical night.
Name: Kokuin Mayuzumi
Alias: None
Age: 17 or 10?
Born:Unknown/ March 15,1998 (by discovery)
Archtype: Tank
Origin: Magic
Kokuin
Appearance: Kokuin stands at about the average height of a male adult. His skin is cold pale and his eyes are a almost radiantly glowing blue.He has a star shaped scar over his left eye. His hair is ling and icy blue with two horn like protrusions on each side. He wears a blue uniform with the insignia for Neptune above thr right pocket, underneath the jacket he wears a skin suit to help maintain his bodies low temperatures. His pants are dark blue and open at the end to give walking room for his blue boots.
Personality: Kokuin was left in a spacial coma for the first seven years of his life, as a result, he has yet to reach the maturity of his actual age of seventeen and has the carefree spirit of a ten year old. Kokuin's attitude is light hearted and he can get joy out of almost anything. This does however create the problem of losing focus on the subject matter when he is so easily amused. However, Kokuin's sense of battle is not affected by his maturity, as he knows what is needed to be done, this shows his true intelligence and is where he truly shines. Although how he enters spontaneous battles (often coming up from behind the enemy and their mob with a large shout of "Goooooo!") isn't always enjoyed by more serious focused comrades. Kokuin can however, be angered when someone is endangered as he feels the soul need to protect all the inhabitants of Earth from harm. He becomes almost in a trance with his sight bent only on the destruction of his opponent and the safety of who he yearns to protect.The way Kokuin behaves tends to make him unpopular with many of the older veteran heroes who have seen the job of being a hero at it's worst and think of his cheery disposition as almost insulting, although to those who are more light hearted have seen Kokuin as an inspiration that youth and innocence can be kept in the heart even after the countless horrors of this world are witnessed.
Kokuin uses his innate psychic abilities in a combination with his magically composed ability to control ice to maneuver the very temperature around his body into any form he might require by using water or even the condensation in the air to make solid forms of ice or lower temperatures. He constantly keeps his body at 32 degrees Fahrenheit because his body has adjusted to well to the frozen atmosphere of space, this change means that his body does not need to pump blood at full circulation more then once per hour which also means his heart only beats once per hour. This low heart beat cause Kokuin to fear sleeping in public areas, for fear he will (again) wake up in a morgue, or on particularly bad days, in the hands of Vahzilok.
History: On a planet vast light years away from the Milkyway galaxy, where only shreds of Ultraviolet radiation and light can reach, Kokuin was born. His people make peace with greater beings upon the planet's surface in order to be taught the control of their bodies natural needs and in doing such a task, overcoming the conditions they live under each day. Kokuin was born to parents whom were commanded by the overseers to dispose of Kokuin at the time of birth, his parents, unknowing of why they were given such a grave task, pleaded that they at least release their child to the great heavens above, their wish was granted. Kokuin was sent in a pod that induced him into a coma and was sent the galaxy, aimed at an incoming meteor storm that would surely impact upon his vessel, killing him almost instantaneously.
However, it is thought that a space entity of great force shifted Kokuin's course, whether the entity existed in space, or was Kokuin himself, is still unknown. Kokuin drifted through space for the Earth equivalent of seven years before making contact upon Earth's surface.Kokuin landed in the ocean line off the coast of Japan. The exact location was never disclosed. When his seemingly lifeless body washed upon the shore, he was found by three siblings vacation at the beach that day. Their parents readied to file a dead child report, of what looked like a drowning, until Kokuin awoke for the first time in seven years. His mind blank and empty of any behavior or teachings, Kokuin acted as he was left as, a newborn child. After much discussion and a city wide search for his parents, the family took it upon themselves to raise the child, they named him Kokuin because of the carved seal among the fabricated clothes he was wearing, and granted him their surname of Mayuzumi.
The family lived in a rather large traditional style Japanese cottage on the edge of Osaka. they went by the names of 42 year old father,Mareo.Mareo wore glasses and his business clothes at almost all times during the day, and was a high ranking Salary man, he was kind hearted although his work often took up time with his family. 40 year old wife,Kaiyo. Who worked as a researcher at a local medical facility. She was a sweet woman who looked in her mid 20's, rather then her 40's. She wore her hair in a ponytail and was, like her husband, always in her lab coat uniform. Then there were the children. 15 year old Yukio, the oldest of the three, was a strong willed baseball star to be. He enjoyed the game so much he wore a cap almost every day, he even kept it with him during the school days, placing it on his desk during tests for good luck. He wasn't always the kindest person in the family, but he never meant any real harm. 12 year old brother, Yoshi, was the stunning fit of the "intellectual." He concentrated on his work and was always buried deep within his own large book collection or even looking through scientific theorems from know and again. He did however, maintain a rather large circle of friends, mainly because of his willingness to tutor those willing to learn. Last there was 7 year old sister,Kuniko. She was the most lighthearted of all three children, and being that she was the same age as Kokuin, she was his main form of social dependence during his younger years. Because of her kind untouched heart, it is thought that she influenced his cheery disposition that he currently maintains to this day and possibly even his call of screaming "Gooooo!" which was an activity they enjoyed together. The family has taken and accepted Kokuin fully as one of their own.
The family noticed his strange traits almost immediately after their return home. Most particularly the horn like protrusions that stuck out of each side of his head. They soon noticed his ability to form and manipulate heat and energy into ice and frost.Being that Kaiyo worked at a medical facility, she began looking into his strange symptoms, it was soon after that she discovered he had a sort of psychic energy emitting from not only his protrusions, but from all of his body. Also noticeable was his new born mindset, it seemed as though he had never learned anythingm but from the signs of his bodies growth, he was definitely seven years of age. The Mayuzumi family, being a particularly gifted family of individuals, and with Kokuin's mind grown to hold the capacity of a seven year old, were able to teach Kokuin all the necessities of life. Only three months after his discovery, Kokuin was seemed fit to attend school with all the other children. Kokuin had to wear either specially fit student caps, headbands, or even large ribbons at times to hide his horns. He was also asked not to bend ice in any conspicuous manner, although this was a futile effort since Kokuin kept his body cold at almost all times. Kokuin began as a sort of misfit in his school, many students said they "felt a scary cold air" around him, which was from him naturally manipulating the temperature. However Kokuin attended the same classes as Kuniko, and soon gained the trust of her friends. Kokuin's company soon became enjoyed by a large portion of his homeroom class and even the friends of his older brother, whom he enjoyed doing whatever activity they were up to. Yukio often challenged Kokuin to races (which was a futile effort on Kokuin's part, seeing as how he always lost), while Yoshi explained his constantly growing library of books that loomed over Kokuin's head like a behemoth of knowledge.This was how most of Kokuin's early childhood was, happy and fulfilling.
By age 12, Kokuin began truly utilizing his powers. He was able to manipulate water and even the condensation in the air to any form of ice he pleased. He also began having dreams of gazing up at the night sky and reaching out to an unseen location. One night during a family dinner Kokuin explained the dreams as the topic came up in conversation. After hearing the specifics of the dreams, Mareo told Kokuin the truth of how they had discovered him washed ashore on a beach dressed in odd clothing with a strange seal enclosed upon them. Kokuin was almost unmoved by the news of his discovery, but was more rather moved that the Mayuzumi family had shown such kindness to him. During his teenage years, Kokuin became relatively well liked through out his homeroom classmates, they had grown used to his unique traits and even envied his unique gifts. He began practicing forming ice sculptures for special occasions and events for the class. Although Kokuin went through puberty, he never truely had a girlfriend, although he was crushed on by several girls and did lean towards enjoying the company of a few different females. By age 15, Kokuin began desiring to know more about his roots, but knowing the story of how he was discovered finally started to reflect upon him. Kokuin began trying to prosuce any theories about where he originated from. With the help of Yoshi (who had become a renowned Physiologist working in a private Tokyo research facility) and Kuniko (Yukio had gone off to America to pursue his dream of becoming a star major league baseball player), they researched every known trait of every region of the known Earth. When Kokuin turned 16, he got what he considers one of his greatest presents of all time (not that the purple ribbon that Kuniko gave him to hide his horns when he turned 8 wasn't nice either). Yoshi had called in a favor from an old colleague who know worked at NASA, and was able to obtain and send Kokuin a single satellite image showing a pod looking object hurling towards Earth, there was an enhanced rendering of the picture included in it's packaging that provided a close up on the object, revealing the same symbol that were on Kokuin's clothes when he was discovered! There was no doubt in Kokuin's, nor the rest of his adoptive families' minds. Kokuin was not of this planet.
Kokuin spent a large portion of his 16th year of age trying to find any discovery that could lead him to learn anything about himself or his "kind." But what he knew from the start proved true, the was no data of any space entity or species that had ever made contact with the Earth. 7 months after his 16th birthday, his hopes were born anew as Yukio and Yoshi had come to visit. Yoshi had information on one species that had come to Earth:The Rikti. The Rikti was a race of hostile warriors that invaded and attacked Earth around the time of World War Two. However almost no files exist about the invasion around the facilities and data bases available to Yoshi. Yukio, however, learned of a place that might hold some information on the Rikti and possibly any galactic species the Rikti may have encountered. He had played a game against their baseball team a few months prior. It was a place called Paragon city.
After contemplating for month about his plans, learning from Yukio that the only way to gain access to the Rikti files would be to register as a hero, he made his decision. On his 17th birthday he was sure or what he had to do. He prepared for his journey to Paragon city. Before leaving the place he called home and the people he knew as family, he was presented with gifts from each of the family. From Kayio and Mareo, who he knew as mother and father, a specially made belt with a number of different pockets for holding supplies. From Yukio, a pair of boots that were designed for optimal speed. From Yoshi, a special skin suit designed to help him maintain his special body temperature and to absorb pain. and last from Kuniko, was a hand sown blue jacket with the planetary symbol for Neptune (his well known favorite planet of the Milky way Galaxy) sown over the pocket and a pair of blue open legged pants to match. Kokuin gave his goodbyes to all his friend and family as he got on a plane with only one destination: Paragon City.
Kokuin had arrived at Paragon City ready to learn of what he could from the Rikti and to return home. In the back of his mind he knew it wouldn't be that easy. The sight of all the heroes in the skies of Atlas Park overwhelmed Kokuin as he stepped into the building behind a beautiful statue dedicated to a hero known as "Atlas." Kokuin walked in a merrily fashion humming a cheery tune his sister used to sing all the time as he walked up to the desk to register. There the registration lady took down all his information and began to inform him about the dangers of the city and the need to be wary. He was then told to go talk to Nrs.Liberty about his duties as a hero. Mrs.Liberty stood on a platform in front of the Atlas statue, the way the sun reflected off of the ground and her costume made it look as though she was glowing with honor and justice. Kokuin introduced himself, and was met with an introduction back, although she was kinder then the registration desk lady, she didn't beat around the bush in telling Kokuin his duties and telling him the importance of controlling and utilizing his powers for the greater good. kokuin sat and thought about all he had learned that day on a warm bench that his touch turned cool, siting near Atlas Plaza, it all seemed so much, but he was almost sure he could handle it...almost.
A week after moving in to his apartment in Paragon, he had begun to learn to live as a hero. His tasks were mundane, mostly composed of delivering packages or messages from researchers and scientists to other researchers and scientists in the city. But on his 7th day in Paragon, after delivering a package to a researcher, Kokuin was targeted and attacked by an industrial conglomerate known as Crey Industries, Kokuin had never heard the name before in his life, but as he walked along the streets he was surrounded by several agents as one pulled a syringe out and injected it within his neck into his blood stream, he fell to the ground almost immediately, and fell unconscious soon after. when he awoke, he found himself bound to a table in a metallic grey room, looking eye to eye with a masked surgeon, on the table next to him, he could see a number of surgical tools and devices. no sooner had the surgeon noticed he had awoken then the surgeon was called over by what looked like an agent, she was a female dressed in a black suit with dark sunglasses and an earpiece transmitter in her right earm she also carried a 9mm standard pistol.They discussed different attributes about Kokuin as if they'd known everything about him, they had also mentioned targeting him for a time and him being "invaluable to the companies progress." Kokuin closed his eyes and concentrated hard on the temperature around him and was able to construct a knife mode entirely out of ice, no sooner had he broken though his restraints and planned a counter attack then alarms began to ring throughout the facility. As Kokuin looked outside to see what was causing such a massive panic he was targeted by a strange person in what looked like a large suit of armor, he prepared to shoot jolts of electricity when a blast rung out and he fell to the ground, dead. Behind him stood a veteran hero who looked like a cross between a man and a wolf. Kokuin looked at him and asked his name. He went by the alias War Wolf X.
The two of them quickly escaped from the facility, kokuin asked why he had come, and War Wolf X only replied in the annoyed voice "I didn't come to rescue you, I came for this disk I have right here. you were just a bonus on my job. Nut it'd good to see you alright. Just don't get kidnapped again, because the chances of your a$# being saved like that again are slim, kid...very slim." War Wolf X left promptly with a giant leap onto a building.
Kokuin then, for the first time, looked around him. He came to solve the mystery of his origin, but along the way he had gained a larger duty. He realized that he was here to help all those who need it. Although the paperwork had been filled out a week before, it was now official. Kokuin had become a hero of Paragon City!
I'll update this when I have time. For now, here's a brief write-up and pics.
Name: Techblaze
Occupation: Experimental Physicist. Ex-military.
Archetype: Tanker
Powers: Fire/ Energy Melee
Dr. Winthrop Pyre was seeking to solve the world's energy problems by discovering cold fusion. He theorized the answer lay in an imaginary particle he dreamt up one night. After years of work he finally built a complex particle accelerator and began his experiment only to discover he had failed in his task. While the particle did, apparently, exist and his process did create large quantities of energy, it also created terrific amounts of heat.
He was further disheartened to learn that scientists in Paragon city had cracked the cold fusion formula.
But he picked up his experiments and took his ideas to the military - the only people he could see being interested in his process. Calling it, Pyrism, he gave a small demonstration of the power generated and offered some suggestions as to how it could be refined to serve as body armour for infantry that would allow them to stand up to even super powered enemies. The army decided they wanted a field test and demanded Dr. Pyre be the one to do it. So he resignedly modified some enforcer armour with a smaller versions of his particle collider embedded in the gauntlets and vents placed throughout the armour to channel the heat. He took tot he streets and began putting his tech through the paces.
Since then he's made improvements which allow him to use a far less ungainly suit, relying on a field of energy generated by Pyrism to protect him from the intense heat.
Pics: Original Armour, New Armour, and the new armour in it's Beta phase which has a few glitches to be worked out.
My newest one
Name: The Hellblaster
Occupation: Ex Special Ops member
Archtype: Blaster
Origin: Magic
Grame Winsler used to be part of a special ops unit that specialized in magic abilities. One day, the group all retired. Grame settled with his wife and had a kid, Jacob. But even after 4 years, Arachnos held a grudge. They hunted down and killed all the members of the unit. They found Grame, and killed his wife. Grame tried to use fire to stop them, but one made Grame fire blast go into his wrist before he could launch. Grame could only writhe in flames as they killed his son. He passed out, then woke up 9 hours later. Something wierd happened. He felt like fire was replacing his blood. He was only a little disfigured from the burn. He went to Paragon, to find and avenge his family.
His costume however, made many think he was a menace. A reporter gave him the name The Hellblaster.
Real Name: David Gadley
Alias: Vitality
Born: 1986
Bio: David Gadley was born with his abilities but did not fully understand them until he was an adult. Growing up in a small town helped him keep his abilities secret, using them only to keep his family and friends safe. When his hometown was attacked by a powerful robot, David intervened. The ensuing fight ended in destruction as David finally destroyed the robot by flying it directly into a nearby building. After the cataclysmic fight, which damaged most of his hometown and resulted in many injured civilians, David left to clear his mind. This time was cut short when the attack of Rhode Island took place. David embraced his abilities and went to help fight the alien invasion under the alias, Vitality.
Abilities: Superhuman strength, speed, stamina, durability and flight. Much, if not all of Vitality's abilities are entirely dependent on his level of self-confidence. The more confident he is in being able to complete the task at hand, the more powerful he becomes.
A Night to Remember
Dreams, the gift and tools of The Gaia, filled the night hours for the Seer Kalinda. Many years in the foretelling arts had made her almost numb to their dread and sorrowful insights, but tonight was different. This night Kalinda was held prisoner by the visions that played themselves out before her. Gaias scream of anguish was unlike the night-time shrieks of her mortal children and had penetrated Kalindas mind to its depths. She could feel the waves of agony and the resistance in Gaia. The vision suddenly parted like a curtain drawing back on the opening act of a play and became clearer.
Two small beings crept into view with Mother Earth carefully guarding their steps. Strange, Kalinda thought, why was The Gaia so interested in these mortal spawn? As Kalinda watched, The Gaia blessed them with attributes long forgotten since the beginning of all that was. In the vision as she watched, one form chased the other and teasingly entangled her sibling in leafy vines. "Not fair Rosie, I didnt see." cried Fanci "Nyah, or youda got me with rocks! Rose retorted. The two little children continued their play, until Gaia started, looked around and waved her hand. A wave of darkness swept over them as the pair were shrouded in darkness; the attack and the strain racked even Kalindas powerful mind and incapacitated it. Mercifully The Gaia began to siphon away all that Kalinda had seen and heard and she sank into deep and dreamless sleep...
Morning light pierced Kalinda's closed lids as she awoke grudgingly. She sat up slowly, as if recovering from a severe beating, and looked around her. Every movement, especially when she turned her head, was agony. She sat on the edge of her bed trying to clear her mind but it was no use. Sudden storms outside her window beat down mercilessly causing her headache to rage on for another painful hour while she sat helplessly watching the lightning scar the ground and rattle her very soul. Something in the back of her thoughts at the very edge of consciousness etched dark and deep into her psyche and marked the night forever as one she would not forget.
* * *
The seasons passed quickly after that dark eventful night. Like spring on this plane of existence, Gaia too was in bloom and her children were nourished richly. The two entities grew from seed to emerge, blossom, and finally pass into this world. One a dark, closed flower, the other a blossom of color and brilliance, yet both beautiful in their own way. Gaia's strong spirit and care gave the two seedlings the power of her own being and she placed them in the care of the mortals they resembled, but in doing so she opened the door that had been shut long ago in Kalinda's mind. It was at the moment of their emergence into this world that Kalinda partially regained her vision of that long ago night, and of the dark flower that would be named Blaque Rose. Though the Gaia was weakened at this moment by her immense effort to nurture this world she yet managed to protect the hybrid she named Fanci from the awareness of Kalinda.
This critical knowledge of Roses existence was rapidly relayed to Ghost Widow. It meshed with her nefarious plans perfectly, and on hearing Kalinda's tale she determined that Rose be immediately removed from the care of the beings she was now under. Ghost Widows ruthless minions are dispatched to immediately carry out her desires and bring the child to her.
* * *
Citizens ran screaming as black clad men appeared and began to destroy the residents of Prometheus Park. Shooting them, stabbing and even slicing them open and disemboweling the men, women and children that run screaming from them. Rose turns startled by the gunfire and stares at the bloodshed with a look of strange curiosity. She had ventured over by the water's edge and had been confusing the fish; one of her favorite games. She turned and watched as the men in black armor methodically gunned down anything that moved. For a moment she thought about her sister's fate but strangely her attention was unable to maintain interest and the thoughts of the dark men laying waste to the citizens drifted from her mind. A tall white figure shadows her view of the mayhem and then speaks softly. You will be safe with me child and extends her hand. As Rose slowly reached out to touch it, the two fade and vanish from sight.
Fanci ran panicked after she had managed to fossilize some of the dark men and made her escape from the park. Her sister was gone, along with her other friends and their parents. Their lifeless bodies were scattered throughout the city, their blood coating the parks and sidewalks. Nooooo!! Fanci ran blindly until she collapsed numb from the shock. She sobbed, silently shaking; afraid the men would return and find her too. Her tears fell on a blooming rose bush and turned the flower darkest night. She reached for the flower and a thorn pricked her tiny fingers and still Fanci manages to wrest the flower free from the plant. A strange scent from the flower calms Fanci. She lies down, emotionally exhausted in the grass and falls into a deep sleep.
Morning light played across the childs small frame and enticed Fanci back into the waking world. A man in blue, one of Paragon's Finest, leaned down and scooped her up. The man spoke softly You will be safe with me; come child. The blue clad officer respected the laws of Paragon City and knew that he must take her to the proper authorities both for protection and any information that she could give them, He gathered her up in his arms and walked towards his waiting patrol car, but Gaia will not lose both her beloved children and she exerts herself and her powers to return Fanci to her. A brief moment of confusion, and then Officer James is walking empty handed to his car, the beautiful little girl gone from his arms and only a nagging feeling of loss remains.
* * *
Roses life has changed beyond the capabilities of her imagination. No longer a small child living in the lush flowering gardens of Gaias home, she is now a teenager living in the foul and polluted environs of the Mercy Islands. Her mentor has assigned her to a course of training that would have horrified her, if she could have remembered any of her childhood, but now seems normal and ordinary. Along with topics, her studies include magic, espionage, anatomy, martial arts, and training in the unusual powers that are flowering within her. Many hours a day, without respite or interruption, she slaves under the tutelage of Ghost Widows most evil scholars, and she advances rapidly in her abilities. The ultimate plans of her guardian remain unknown to her but she is being carefully shaped to fulfill her role in them.
NO! The yell causes her to flinch, fearing the lash and punishment for failure. Her trainer then continues You must maintain your control and concentration. One slip, one moment of carelessness will result in your death at the hand of those foul heroes
or worse, at the talons of your own pet. Now do it again properly! Rose nods slowly and once again exerts her will to have the gigantic, meat eating FlyTrap turn and attack the helpless captive chained to the wall.
Month after month and year after year, she is gradually shaped into the kind of being that will be able to hold her own against any man or woman that stands in her way. From small evils she gradually progresses to mayhem and murder, with or without reason or cause. Ghost Widow begins to trust her with more and more difficult tasks and in every one of them Rose succeeds without fail. Her time is almost come and she is brought before her mistress for an audience she will long remember.
No longer will you be simple Rose but henceforth you will be
Blaque Rose! A thing of beauty to use and captivate any in your path, but also a fatal thorn to anyone foolish enough to attempt to try and grasp you Ghost Widow is gloating in the power of her new tool in the undeclared war she wages with both the traditional enemies of Paragon and anyone above her in the power chain of the evil empire. As her maniacal laughter echoes through the near empty building the newly christened Blaque Rose looks at the laughing figure with a strange glint in her eyes.
* * *
In the dimension that is Gaias home, Fanci is hard at work. Intently examining the rock sample under her microscope, she makes a note on the writing pad beside her. A few notations and she goes back to her study of the slide. As she works an avatar of Gaias walks into the lab. Still working dear? Why dont you take a short break and relax for a while before you continue.
No! No, I need to finish this. The better I understand what you have created here with the earth, the better I can use that knowledge to improve the powers youve given me Fanci turns to face the Gaia. I have to, I have to be stronger and better than the evil that attacks our world and took my sister Turning back to the microscope she returns to her studies, her dark hair falling around her and hiding the tears that glisten in her eyes.
Gaia leaves her to her work and returns to her chambers. After making sure that she will be undisturbed, she lies on the bed. Closing her eyes she lets her mind drift out of the safety of her body and travel, at speeds exceeding light, over the surface of the Earth. Exploring, searching, seeking her missing daughter. Many times she has tried, and many times she has failed. The science and magics of Ghost Widows wards have blocked her wandering spirit on every attempt but Gaia continues, knowing that one day they will slip and she will know where her missing Rose is being kept. When that day comes, Gaia knows that she will have to tell Fanci and then let her remaining daughter risk her life and sanity to attempt the rescue of her sibling. She both anticipates and dreads the day of this occurrence, knowing that even should Fancis rescue succeed it will only be a small beginning in the long journey to reclaim Roses soul.
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Paragon City struggles; under the onslaught of the gangs in the city and also the invasions from the Mercy Isles; its citizens live in constant fear but carry on their lives as best they can. It is made somewhat easier by the efforts of the many heroes that have made Paragon their home and who carry on the daily battle against the evil that tries to take control of the city and its inhabitants.
Fanci has come to the city today seeking to interview scientists at the university as well as to do some research at the citys libraries. She has finished the first of her errands and is walking to the University in Steel Canyon when she hears a loud scream from the alley between two buildings. Without a second thought she turns towards the noise and races into the dingy lane to see a cowering woman being attacked by five decrepit and shambling hulks. Pieces of flesh fall as they move; flies buzz around them and a sickening aroma fills the air. Instantly she uses the powers she has been developing over the past years and forces the asphalt beneath their feet to stretch upwards and capture them in stone cages.
The zombies struggle briefly in the unexpected imprisonment and then ominously turn towards her. They hunch their shoulders before opening their mouths and launching a disgusting green slime in her direction. She dives and rolls rapidly to her right and evades most of it but the small amount that lands on her skin burns fiercely like a strong acid. She ignores it as best she can and reinforces the cages with a further effort of her will while she looks for cover.
Fanci is beginning to tire from the effort to hold them and from her injuries but her mind is working rapidly. She rejects several plans and then is about to try something desperate when one of the zombies is enveloped in a blast of light and falls to the ground. Then another and another are treated to the same fate until the alley is quiet and a tall blonde woman dressed in black T-shirt and shorts with a red cape drifts slowly down to land beside her.
Hi... nice work on keeping them busy until I could get here the blonde says while holding out her hand to help Fanci to her feet. Im Sizzling Ice but please call me "Ice.
Feeling slightly resentful at needing the help but nonetheless grateful, Fanci introduces herself and asks Sizzling Ice how she came to be here. As they walk to the train station together, Ice tells Fanci about herself and her DOLLS, the band of heroes she leads in Paragon. While they chat and slowly learn more about each other their respect for each other increases and Fanci is very pleased when Ice invites her to join the Defenders of Life, Liberty n Shopping. This is clearly the beginning of a strong friendship and possibly even a substitute for the sister she has lost.
* * *
In the Mercy Islands Blaque Rose is as busy as her forgotten sister. She has been quickly impressing her superiors with her daring and abilities. After several daring and vicious raids that brought her to his attention, Lord Recluse himself has authorized her to form her own gang of thugs and lackeys. Rose begins to gather a small group of talented individuals with superhuman abilities that is loyal to no-one but her.
One of the first to join is Nefertiti, who can summon and control zombie servants to carry out her bidding. Unknown to Kalinda and Black Widow, Rose has no intention of remaining in their shadow and her efforts increase and her criminal activities become larger and ever more daring.
To Be Continued....
Standing on the steps of City Hall in Atlas a young woman stands with long flowing sandy brown hair with a look of serenity on her flawless face. In her traditional costume of white silky dress that drops to mid thigh and a golden peaked belt that matches her boots, Fanci is rocking restlessly from heel to toe with her hands tucked behind her back. Listening to The Statesman making what seems like an hour long speech of how wonderful the Dolls super group is, Fanci has grows bored. Captain Emerald standing beside her shakes her head and smiles, "Fanci stand still, you look ridiculous doing that. You're supposed to be representing the Dolls not a bobble head." As she straightens up looking towards the crowd, Fanci can see the shimmer from the sun coming off of Emeralds golden metallic top giving Emerald a beautiful glow highlighting the person she is.
"I know, I know but he's so damn boring and he's been talking for a good hour now, I know it" Fanci replies. Emerald chuckles, "No he hasn't, it's only been five minutes." "Whatever," Fanci says as she rolls her eyes. She stops rocking and looks down past Emerald and looks at each of her captains. She is so proud of them and the Dolls as a whole. They do deserve this award. Theres Captain Emerald, the voice of reason; Shock Therapy, the computer genius; Radiant Glory, shy but always there when you need her; FerralWolf, a hard worker and loyal to the end; and of course Mesmer Lune, whose magnetic personality makes her the best when it comes to public relations.
But even before these girls there was Sizzling Ice, the founder of the Dolls. Fanci remembers how they were the best of friends, ever since Ice helped her as a young hero defeat the Vahzilok. Fanci helped lead the Dolls from that day forward, training to become an equal to Ice. But that day came a little sooner than expected. Fanci, still learning the ropes, was monitoring Ice in Siren's Call. Ice was on a mission to find out more about this new villain group, the Voodoo Dolls. In fact, the Dolls still monitor them today. Ice found a lead and was wearing her bug. From the bug Fanci hears, "So, you are Sizzling Ice, what makes you think you are worthy enough to be a Voodoo Doll?" Another voice chimes in, "My Mistress, she is wearing a bug! "Fanci weve been found out" Ice yells as sounds of a struggle are heard. "That was a mistake my dear," she hears before it dissolves to static. Fanci in a panic gathers every Doll she can see and rushes to help Sizzling Ice, but it is too late, all that they find is a piece of Ice's uniform beside the old run down building with a single dark green vine entangled with it. From that day forward, Fanci has been the leader of the Dolls although she still holds hope that her friend Ice is alive.
Fanci looks down at her boots with a saddened look upon her face at the thought of this memory. However with a feeling of pride, Fanci looks towards her teammates and smiles. She realizes just how far she and the Dolls have come in the two years since Ice disappeared. With a sparkle in her eye Fanci thinks, "Ive got the best crew in Paragon!"
All a sudden she hears a voice. "Fanci, Statesman and I need to speak with you". A bit stunned and not knowing where the voice is coming from she begins to look around. "It's me, Sister Psyche, the others cant hear me" "Oh hey, what's up?" Fanci replies silently in her head. "We need to speak with you. Meet us under the globe in Atlas at midnight tonight and please tell no one of this until we have spoken". "Um... ok, will do", Fanci replies.
"And now I would like to present this award to Fanci, the leader of the Dolls, for their contribution and their feats during the recent attacks by the Rikti. To show our appreciation for one of the best and strongest super groups in Paragon City, not to mention some of its most beautiful heroes.", Statesman says as he looks towards Fanci. "Ugh, he could smile some," Fanci thinks to herself. She begins to walks toward Statesman and realizes "Oh [censored], I forgot my speech! Great, I have to go on a whim here." She looks back at Emerald and mouths "I forgot my speech." Emerald can't help but chuckle and shake her head. She looks back up at Fanci and gives her a "thumbs up". Fanci sighs, "Oh great."
Fanci stands and scans the crowd that has come to honor her and the Dolls, and all she can think is, "Wow!" She smiles as she looks directly into the crowd and begins to speak.
"Thank you, thank you. On behalf of the Dolls, I would like to say thanks to Statesman and of course, to all of you. We are honored to receive this award and will cherish it. We, as Dolls, will do our best to continue to make sure that each and everyone in Paragon City remains safe from the evil out there."
The crowd roars to life, clapping and cheering "DOLLS! DOLLS!" A smile spreads across Fancis face as she thinks "Wow, we are so loved" as she looks down at all the fans that have come to cheer for the Dolls. One little girl stands out in the crowd. She is dressed just as Fanci, in her white dress with the golden peak belt. She wears a homemade tiara that resembles Fanci's, and an attempt at copying her golden boots and the wings that Fanci wears on her back. The girl was jumping up and down waving at Fanci, trying to get her attention, in which she succeeds. Fanci smiles at her and gives her a wink and blows a kiss.
The crowd stops clapping in expectation and Fanci realizes, "Oh, they want me to say something more". She giggles and admits "I'm sorry citizens, but I left my lovely speech back at the base. So since I seem to be at a loss of words I just want to say thank you once again. Now let's party!" as the crowd starts cheering, "FANCI!".
She steps down and heads toward the refreshment stand to get a drink. "Why do we have to make such a big deal over something that is our job? I don't get it, but Statesman insisted on the award. The carnival was a bit much, but at least the kids of Paragon City are having fun." She spots Captain Emerald, Shock Therapy, and Radiant Glory talking and eating corn dogs. "Wow, they dyed the corn dogs pink to match our SG colors. They really went all out for this." She walks towards them to join the conversation." Good save there Fanci," Shock says to her as she approaches. "The crowd would love you no matter what you said," declares Radiant Glory. "Though I could have knocked you in the head for forgetting your speech," Emerald chimes in.
"All in a day's work my friends. And Emerald, come on, I was out late last night patrolling the city. I slept in and only had a short time to get ready for the award." Fanci pleads. "Likely excuse. You were out late "patrolling" the city with Blue N Gold," Emerald points out with a smirk across her face.
"Fanci! Fanci! Guess what! Guess what!" Mesmer Lune exclaims, running towards the group. "I'm an action figure!" She holds out a doll, that the first thing you notice before anything is its bust. "Yes Lune dear, and her breasts are bigger than her head." Fanci teases. "Lookie at mine!" Ferral says running up behind Lune. "It's eyes glow just like I can make mine, isn't' it awesome?" Fanci shakes her head and the group bursts into laughter. "They have action figures of all of us, and Fanci yours even has your rock pet. You have GOT to get one! It would be so cool," Lune says practically busting with energy. "Yeah, it would be nice to have it just for a keep sake," Fanci chuckles.
Captain Emerald gets a strange feeling that makes her instantly alert. She looks up and sees a boulder flying toward Fanci. "FANCI, WATCH OUT!" she screams as she reaches for her sword. Fanci starts to look up but it's too late and she is hit by the boulder and flung back a good twenty feet. "Lune! Bubble up, we're being attacked!" orders Captain Emerald. Emerald looks around and sees all the people of Paragon running for shelter. She then spots the Strong Man from the Carnival of Shadows who hurdled the rock. "Shock, go check on Fanci." "Already on it, Captain." Shock complies, as she races to Fanci. Fanci is stunned, so Shock focuses her powers and clears Fanci's mind to bring her out of it. Fanci shakes it off. "Thank you Shock... what the hell hit me?"
"That would be me, my dear, and my lovely crew," said Ring Mistress Cassey standing with her minions dressed in all the colors of the rainbow. "I figured why not liven up the show? You can't have a carnival without us!" Fanci jumps to her feet, ready to fight, "I don't think so Cassey," as she throws her stone cages to trap them. "Captain! On Cassey!" Fanci orders as a cloud of green radiation spreads among the group of Carnies clouding their defenses. "Good work Radiant". Shock stands in the middle of Fanci and the rest of the Dolls making sure they all stay strong, "Stay close girls!" Shock says focusing her healing on Captain Emerald. "Lune, keep that bubble up and don't run!" Fanci yells as she looks up at Lune who is flying above and out of the way of danger. Ferral runs up to the group of Carnies and releases an electrical charge that seems to drain the Carnies of most of their energy, "Nice job Ferral," Fanci says winking at Ferral for a job well done.
Cassey, shoots a blast of psychic energy at Fanci. "Nice try you witch, but my mother, Gaia, gave me immunity to psychic energy," Fanci mouths off. "Ah yes, you may be immune, my dear, but what about your teammates?" Cassey says with an evil smirk spreads across her face as she turns her blasts on Captain Emerald and sends her flying. But Shock is quick with her heals. "DAMN IT FANCI... they are resistant to my illusions!" yells Lune in a high pitched scream. "Just hold that bubble up!" orders Fanci. She turns to the invaders and releases a cloud of gas that chokes Carnies allowing the Dolls the advantage. Now the Dolls are fighting side by side supporting each other. Fanci with her feet planted keeps her holds on their foes; Captain Emerald, right side up again, fighting one on one with Cassey; Shock continuing to make sure everyone stays strong; Ferral blasting away at all the minions; Lune holding up the force field to protect them all and Radiant keeping that cloud of radiation on the enemy to weaken their defenses. "Gather girls" Fanci orders. "Let me shift what strength they have left to us" Fanci releases, a power that transfers the strength and power of the Carnies to the Dolls."Ferral, NOW!" Fanci orders. "Uh, oh my gosh," Ferral says as she gathers all her power to her inner core, "How yins like this!" and with an extreme amount of force a blast of energy is released by Ferral that within seconds causes all the Carnies to collapse to the ground. No longer resisting arrest for their mayhem and for crashing the Dolls party, the Carnies are hauled away by the PCPD. "Now that is what I call a party!" Fanci says with a smile dusting off her hands. "Let's get our action figures and head back to the base, I could use a rest" Emerald says wiping off her katana.
Fanci notices the time 11:30 mutters Fanci. "Better get movin'." She starts to head out when Emerald asks, "Fanci... where are you going?" "Oh, can't sleep yet. I am um.... going to take a walk" Fanci says obviously hiding something. "Uh huh, ok, go on... you'll tell me when you're ready," Emerald replies as she walks toward the control room. "I'm gonna see if there's anything going on tonight in the streets." Fanci sighs and thinks, "Close one, glad she didn't insist on me telling,"
Shortly she is waiting quietly under the Atlas globe as she was told. A sudden wind blows and gently blows Fancis long brown hair around her face. She stands with an impatient look up on her face, "They arent here yet, why do I bother even coming early? Ok, it's midnight and if they aren't here in 10 minutes I'm leaving." Fanci paces back and forth under the globe. "You are an impatient one Fanci," remarks Sister Psyche landing with Statesman right in front of Fanci. "When we say midnight we mean midnight not a moment sooner or later," says Statesman with a stern tone in his voice. Fanci rolls her eyes "ugh, he's so boring!" Fanci thinks to herself. "So what is it that is so important that we had to meet alone?" Fanci says as she becomes more serious.
"First of all, I would like to say congratulations to your super group. They are one of the best, but remember when I put you in charge of a villain group called the Voodoo Dolls?" Statesman asked. "Yes, I do but we have kept track them and most part their activities have been in the Rogue Islands which is beyond our boundaries. I haven't seen anything big from them, they usually do petty crimes," Fanci informs him with a confused look on her face. She wonders "Hm... what's going on? It's been two years since Statesman even brought that group up. Although, their leader, Blaque Rose, has a rep of being one of the toughest and meanest rogue villains there is trained by Lord Recluse himself."
"Well Fanci," Statesman announces, "breaking news, our sources have informed us that they are planning an attack on Paragon City." Stunned, Fanci retorts, "From what I have found there has been no such activity! How could I have missed this?" "It's true, we found out they were using a code and it was recently broken. Blaque Rose herself plans to lead this attack. And Fanci... there is more to this." Statesman reveals as his tone softens. "Blaque Rose is not just your enemy... she is also your sister."
Fanci eyes cloud up and fill with tears of disbelief, "No your lying... it can't be... no... no I...", she stops as the lump in her throat halts the denials falling from her lips. She braces herself, while tears fall silently from her emerald green eyes down her beautiful face. Taking a deep breath she stands straight trying to regain her composure and asks," What are you asking me to do Statesman?" Sister Psyche steps in, "Well, we do believe there is good in Rose, and we need you to help bring that out in her." She then quietly informs her, "We need you to fight her and I will be with you. Hopefully, with my power and your help, we hope to find the good in her and bring her to the hero side."
"You want me to fight my sister?" Fanci asks in disbelief. "Yes, in order to save her, Fanci. You have to understand, this is for Rose's own good." Sister Psyche insists. Fanci is blinded with a suppressed memory of Rose as a young girl. They were playing with their powers and Rose wrapped Fanci in her vines before Fanci could even think of encasing her in stone. It was a game to them, as Gaia watched, and as the memory fades, Fanci knows what must be done.
A serious look spreads across Fanci face, "I'll do it to save her. I'll do it to save my sister" Fanci says as another tear runs down her face. Relieved, Statesman discloses, "They plan to attack in two days. Gather a task force, Sister Psyche will be included in it. Don't worry Fanci, she will be alright." Statesman places his hand on Fanci's shoulder and then both Sister Psyche and he fly off into the night. As Fanci watches them leave she suddenly falls to her knees and covers her face with her hands to hide the tears that fall uncontrollably once more.
Fanci walks into the base, head hung low, running her fingers through her hair in disbelief, still unable to grasp the reality of what she just heard. Captain Emerald comes up, "Hey Fanci! Whoa, what's wrong? Are you ok?" "No", Fanci replies as she looks away, "Call an emergency meeting now! I need Lune, Shock, Radiant, Ferral and you there" Fanci orders and heads to the meeting room. Captain Emerald doesn't waste any time and rouses the crew. One by one, they show up, groggy and in robes. Lune yawns," Fanci this better be important to wake me up in the middle of my beauty sleep." Then she looks at Fanci and says "Never mind, with that look it must be" and sits at the meeting table. "So Fanci what's up? You look so shaken" asks Shock. "Yeah, hun what's up" Emerald asks. "Well, we have a mission. In two days the Voodoo Dolls will attack Paragon City." Fanci starts briefing her officers. "Wow, are you sure? They have been mainly in the Rogue Islands from what we can tell," Ferral questions. "Yes, I am sure. This is coming from the Statesman. And there is more..." Fanci pauses. She turns and looks at her team, thinking of the memory of her and Rose. Her eyes clouds up again, biting her bottom lip she allows the tears to fall freely down her face as she looks directly at her friends. "The leader of the Voodoo Dolls is my sister." There is stunned silence, then Ferral exclaims "Oh my gosh Fanci," Then, Lune chimes in, "Are you sure? Well, of course you are sure, the Statesman told you, but WOW how do we fight your sister?". "The Statesman is having Sister Psyche on our task force. She is there to hopefully, bring Rose back from evil to good." Fanci says as she runs her fingers through her hair looking down. "We will get her back Fanci, I promise," Radiant vows. The rest all nod their head in determination and agree to do anything to help their leader and friend. With her friends help Fanci believes anything is possible.
To Be Continued...
Real Name: Unknown. Uses aliases such as Bruce Kent, Peter Stark, Tony Parker, Clark Wayne, or Rusty Shackleford.
Hero Codename: The Masked Crusader
Born: Unknown. Somewhere around 1975-1980.
The young man who would grow up to be the Masked Crusader was born and raised in King's Row. He grew up right next to a Skulls hideout, ignored by a corrupt cop and his cronies. He went to school and learned from a teacher who was obviously one of the Fifth Column. Later on in his life, he went to work with people who were controlled by the Family.
Then, after the Rikti invasion, he decided that he had to do something about it. He went through an intense period of physical and mental training, until he was ready.
He didn't have magical abilities. He didn't have a fortune and a suit of armor that could take out armies. He didn't have a knack for hurling lightning bolts from his fingertips, or a talent for controlling people's minds.
What he had was a baseball bat, and the determination to deal with the evil, corruption, and injustice in Paragon City.
Name: Galen Chase
Alias: Night Sage
Height: 6'0
Weight: 190
Eye Color: Green
Hair: red
Description: slim but toned, his face seems older than he is, he has black scars all around his face, his hair is usually fashioned around his smaller frame.
Age: 19
Server: Infinity
Powers: Galen has psionic and empathic powers as well as
powers he is just beginning to understand.
Bio: -Biographical Story-
"Galen you need to open up." Sharon watched him, trying to probe him with her voice, her eyes. Galen didn't listen. He had been seeing the shrink for the latter part of this year, the same year he decided to be a superhero. The word made him laugh, him a superhero, how could he be anything but the demon he is. She stood up and stood behind him as he looked out over Atlas Park.
"Let's talk about something else then, have you found an apartment?" Galen shook his head, he hadn't been even looking. "I know a place called Whitmoore you may want to check out." There was still no reply from him, he stood as stoic as possible. he knew she meant well, he could sense her feeling plain as day, one of his gifts, part of his curse. "You told me you were gay, last session, have you met any nice men?" Galen turned a bit. Being gay was the least of his concerns, finding men was even smaller than that. "Galen I am trying to help you, but you won't let me in the front door, you won't even let me on the porch, give me something anything....how do you like being a superhero?" Galen couldn't take anymore of her prattling on.
"I'm not sure...I'm not sure about much." It was the first things he had said to her in weeks, most of the information she got from Azuria at the Magic agency.
"What aren't you sure of?"
"Look at me, tights, leather, I'm supposed to save people...how can I when I can't even save myself." His voice started to crack.
"Galen, we all feel the need to help, I am trying to help you but you won't let me."
"You can't help me doctor, noone can." He said looking down.
"What does that mean...is it about your parents?" He looked up at this, eyes stained with tears.
"Don't bring them up."
"Galen you need to heal, you never will if you keep it buried, their death was not your fault." He looked at her hard, she almost though she was going to step back with the look.
"Not my fault, that's funny because I remember their faces when they died, I remember their screams as I plucked their hearts from their chest, and I remeber that I took glee in, it, satisfaction." He said clenching his fists.
"It wasn't you, you can't blame..."
"No! I could have fought harder, resisted...I....I can't do this doctor...I'll see you next week." Galen said walking toward the door.
"Galen if you walk out that door you'll never stop walking...face your fear, that's the only way you can live." Galen stopped as he reached for the door. He was becoming increasingly confused, his emotions burning brightly.
"I am living doctor, and that's the problem I shouldn't be..."
"Galen why won't you let me get know you , I can help you." He laughed.
"Help me..." Suddenly her office started to shake and the desk and the chairs that were there started to float in the air, the glass vibrated and when Galen turned his eyes were as red as hell itself. "You can't help me doctor, within me is the powers of an entire dimension, swarming, writhing...." His voice started to change, it had en echo. "I am the thing you fear, that you resist, I am evil incarnate, your very...." The doctor stepped back as Galen put his hands on his head and screamed...the furniture dropped. Her heart was pounding. He started to cry. "Now do you see doctor, what I am, what lay within me...I fight that every second of every day...if I waver even for an instant...I'm trying doctor...I have to go." He said as he walked out.
Doctor Johanna Weir went to her desk, papers were flung about, she picked up Galen's file. When he was a baby he was kidnapped by a cult, when he was 13 he killed his parents and destroyed the block he lived on, and at 22 he became a superhero. She had her work cut out for her.
Name:Vega Petrichor
Alias:Black Dance
Age: 26
Height 6'0
Weight: 203
Hair color:Black
Eye color: Purple
Server:Freedom
Scrapper
-Story-
Vega Petrichor had a priviledged life. He wasnt spoiled but got what he asked for when working for it. Seemingly normal personality. He enjoyed being alone growing up. Very few friends, and a lone wolf. When growing older he became the odd type, or "goth". He loved girls, hanging out with them, trying to charm every pretty face he could. He was a very good looking teen for he dedicated himself on his looks and condition. Though his personality somewhat negative and dark natured,he loved to make people laugh and find the comedy in things. His class found him somewhat crazy. He is indeed a perfectionist and strives to know everything about everything. Cares about his appearence and how he dresses. One day on a night out with a group of girlfriends they decided to go danceing. There he learned the sheer art style of it all. He made it his hobby and pastime; to learn everysingle dance known to man, and master it. This bled into his fascination of martial arts. He used his free time to master both martial arts and danceing. He observed how alike they were in artistic respects, conditioning and practice. He is Paragons youngest and most versitile martial artist to surpass each teacher in recorded history. As well in rouge Island. He learned everything from Karate to Muy Thai to hapkido. Every western and eastern style he could study. Then at the age of 17 he won his fist dance contest at Pocket D. He loved every style of danceing from Flamenco, Russian waltz, breakdance to square, ballet tango ect ect.
During his senior year in highschool, his grandparents died. A man like Vega was pretty shaken up by it. While looking down at his grandfathers dead face he wanted to know everything he could about the afterlife and death. He used his free time studying para-normal activities, the occult and the science behind it. After graduating he enrolled into Farren Falls university and for 5 strait years studying the para-normal. He became the most renown scientist in that field. He became the first man to record tangeible evidence of a ghosts physicle form. After his sucess and the universitys awards he took a break and got back into an intence danceing and martial art training.
The day after his 25th birthday, Vega conducted an experiment with the help of his girl friend. He wanted to summon a spiritual anomoly to gather ectoplasm. He conducted it in Boomtown wher theres a history of horror. The summoning occured at a place of high psychic turbulence. After 40 minutes of their session a black large mass emmited from the summoning pentagram. The large black smokey mass attacked both Vega and his girlfriend. The apperition made physical contact and was very hostile. The evil was apparent. Vega dove at the specter to shield his girlfriend and wounded up absorbing its vast supernatural powers. His hands emmits a dark glow and has super strength, and speed. 6 spikes portruded from his forehead. Whatever they had summoned it was powerful.
The evil Vega experianced changed him forever. He realised that some things in this world must be either protected or destroyed. He dedicated himself on never letting anything remotely evil free. Either by his new powers or experiance he was a driven man. His enemies gave him his title as they witnessed their leader being subdued. Described as a danceing Black Shadow. Caling him Black Dance.
--Powers--
Black Dance absorbed the powers of a phantom of darkness. His hands radiat a dark smokey aura that can be channeld by regular will. He uses it to blind foes, call upon dark tendrils to bind and crush his enemies. He masters darkness itself.
Using his unbound knowledge of martial arts he uses that with his danceing skills to make a deadly equation. Useing these skills had made his powers stronger. The supernatural effects altering his phsyicality. He is able to go over 300 yards in a single leap. He is recorded to lift 2.5 tons above his waiste, and move at super speed. He is able to generate 120 mph winds by spinning. His powers seem to fluxuate according to his emotion.
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-Current Affairs-
The Freedom Phalanx has acquired a dependable ally with Black Dance. Citadel offered Black Dance a mission to foil a simple bank robbery. Confident with a mear bank crook he gladly excepted. Upon arriving at the scene he came across the villain Mr.Smooth. Black Dance and Mr.Smooth had almost identicle personalitys and methods. They had a battle that leveled the entire block causing alot of property damage cost. Smooth lost half of his loot and gotten away. It was the first failed mission Black Dance ever had. He developed a grudge and vice versa. They became heated bitter enemies and forever rivaled. Constantly foiled by eachother.
Officer Reno
Real name: Anthony Leon Reno
Birthplace: New York, New York, U.S.A.
D.O.B.: 05/10/81 (26 years old)
Height: 6'10"
Weight: Between 175-205
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Blond
Ethnicity: Italian American
Licensed Granted: August 2007
Education: Graduated 06/19/1999 (Public School in Brooklyn, NY)
Graduated 05/10/2001 (New York Police Academy)
Training: Standard police tactics, firearms, narcotics detection and identification training, Limited martial arts training. Boxing.
Work History:
Currently retired
PPD, Kings Row division, 2005-2007
NYPD, Brooklyn Gang Unit, 2001-2005
Quote: Reporting for duty!
Relatives: Alfonso Reno (father, deceased), Mary Reno (mother, whereabouts unknown)
Blood type: A
Current Base of Operations: Pinnacle Server
(Paragon Police Department Report - Excerpt)
**Kings Row Division - Narcotics/S.W.A.T./Homicide/Gang Unit Task Force - Codename: Operation Flyswatter**
The task force was formed in response to the growing gang situation in Kings Row, particularly due to the gang known as the "Skulls". Officer Anthony L. Reno, member of the gang unit, was assigned to lead the task force. His intimate knowledge of the gang organizations was crucial to the investigations and to the future raids on gang "strongholds".
After months of investigations, during which numerous gang-related arrests were made, and subsequent murders of witnesses, Officer Reno had determined the location of a drug producing facility in Kings Row. The growing narcotics trade in the zone actually accelerated any plans for police raids concerning this gang.
The task force assembled just outside an old, abandoned warehouse in Kings Row, the suspected "drug factory" for the Skulls. As the raid commenced, several gang members gave up without resistance. As the task force continued its sweep of the warehouse, gang members became increasingly hostile towards the officers, as outright gun battles broke out inside the facility.
Officer Reno was involved in the capture of many a gang member that day, and was very wary of the dangers each group presented. Finally, Officer Reno discovered the lab inside the warehouse, and ordered the scientist cooking the narcotics to cease and desist. As Officer Reno approached the suspect in order to search and arrest him, the suspect stabbed Officer Reno in the neck with a syringe. Fortunately, Officer Reno had backup, and the suspect was apprehended and subdued.
Captured during the raid was a one "Dr. Darren A. Somniac", charged with Possession of Controlled Substances(Third offense), Manufacturing of Narcotic Substances(Third offense), Possession of Drug Paraphenalia(Third offense), Possession with intent to distribute Controlled Substances(Third offense) Assaulting an Officer(Second offense), Assault with a deadly weapon(First offense), Attempted Murder of a Police Officer in the first degree(First offense), Persistent Felony Offender.
Officer Reno was admitted to Crowne Memorial. After a full year in the hospital, Officer Reno returned to duty. After two weeks back, Officer Reno discovered he could no longer perform his duties as a police officer and resigned citing "Irreparable damage due to injuries sustained in the line of duty."
-Powers- (documented by Crey Industries, Inc.)
Scream, Power Thrust, Howl, Energy Punch, Swift, Shout, Build Up, Hover, Fly, Amplify, Health, Stamina, Bone Smasher, Conserve Power, Recall Friend, Teleport, Team Teleport, Dreadful Wail, Boost Range, Total Focus, Static Discharge, Charged Armor
Most of Officer Reno's history is a matter of public record in NYC and Paragon. Reno's powers are derived from tiny little nanobots - which were injected into Officer Reno by Dr. Somniac (how this maniacal madman got a hold of nanomachines is still under investigation.) Reno currently doesn't have a personal life, mostly due to his near-fatal stabbing and subsequent acquisition of "super-powers".
He has yet to disclose any personal information from his childhood for documentation into public record.
-Coming soon to a thread near you!-
Name: Max Jones
Alias: Smooth, Mr.Smooth
Age:32
Height:5'8
Weight:199
Freedom
Stalker
~Story~
Growing up in the hard knox of Port Oakes; Max Jones had both parents and was a playful one. He looked up to the gangsters that flourished around him. He was brighter then the other kids, for he knew that the likes of The Family ran the majoring districts back then. He even went as far as to say they raised him not his parents.At 11 years old, during a pinch, Jones was caught in a crossfire and was taken in for questioning. He held his tongue , not ratting out anyone. There was when The Family owed him. They were honored and took him under his wing. He was one of them and at so young. What else that The gang loved about him was his maturity. He had more charisma then the top guys. Jones had more guts, craft, and flamboiance in his teens then the oldest veterans. The made man in his crews district , Dave "Acid" Divini, honored him his most trusted protege at the age of 19. During a gang leader meeting of all districts Divini introduced Jones. He made comments on his perfectionism, his determination, his smoothness. The leaders laughed do to his age inwhich was only out of pure respect commenting "Hey Smoothie, Mr. Smooth man." With time, he only grew smarter. He wracked up the bulk of The Familys money with his skills of heist. He knew wher to hit and wher not to like the back of his hand. He was a sharp dresser. He cared for his appearence in an almost insane way. He made sure to never make a mistake, and to no matter what..get the job done and in style. He loved to be flashy.
Around his early twenties the neighboring districts leader and his gang was fighting longbows. Unprepared and weaponless, Jones joined the fray. He faught hard but was horribly beaten. He had never been so defeated at anything. While the leader was pinched he suffered heavy wounds and heavy embarressment considering a renown ,respected protege of another gang. This sparked something that gang life,or the streets could not teach him. He came across a secrative organization in Grande Ville. They were a group of highly secret, highly trained assassin killers. He dissapeared from The Family for 5 solid years of non-stop training. Being the perfectionist he is, he was driven. After his dissapearence he came back to find out that the very organization he trained with were the ones that tipped the Longbow on the attack on Divinis gang. He took his revenge with his boys and killed every member. He killed the founding member with his bare hands in a single fight.
After Divinis recovery he started to notice Max Smooth Jones rise to power, and rapidly escalating. The other districts were complaining of takeing an unfair profit from their businesses. Max and his gang were on a steam roll. Dave Divini ordered a secret meeting to kill Jones in a well elaberate plan. They still had knowledge that Jones did not possess. They ordered Smooth to sneak into Grand Ville and steal recluses power ray, and made sure not to tell him of the technicalitys regaurding its safety. With ease Jones succeeded, but upon approaching the ray, it exploded. Raw red energy serged and crackled onto his body. The potent force burnt into his nerves, soon every cell in his body was channeling the rays energy. He became a conducter of super kanetic force ashis cells absorbed its power. He had an increase of strength as well as speed. His endurance excalated by far. He was able to output high energy heat from his chest hands, and feet. The pupils of his eyes sparked. His sences became hyper sensative. Filled with rage and betrayal he knew what he had to do next.
Assuming Jones to have melted, The Family succumbed to a brutal messy revenge. Each districts leader fell victom to Smooths power. The last victom was Dave Divini. Drunk with his power, he slowly began to lose his mind, elaberatly killing off every member including his own posse. He used his skills and new power to wreak havoc across Rouge Island and innocent people. Still considered the greatest mind in crime, the Longbow has deemed him one of Paragons most wanted.
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~Powers~
Mr.Smooth has the ability to generate large amounts of kanetic energy from his body and out put it into short bursts. He is capable of only distributing from his eyes ,hands, feet. Learning from his former gang life he became a master of stealth. As well as his history, he is the master of a lost and secret fighting style. Freedom Phalanx also record him as a determand "stop at nothing" villain with a very cagey mind. He has out manuevered their top stratigest.
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~Current Affairs~
On a run of the mill bank run, inwhich he thought he had perfected, he came across the hero known as Black Dance. Black Dance and Mr.Smooth had almost identicle personalities.
They leveled the entire block when they fought. Smooth was only able to escape with half his loot. He had never once failed a mission until he was confronted by Black Dance. Smooth developed a grudge and would forever rival Black Dance until he was dead.
Name: Was Harrow Dais, now claims to have no name
Alias: currently claims to have no name
Age: at death 17 / current age unquantifiable
Height: about 6"2'
Weight: 140 or 0
Eye Color: appears to be blind with a scar passing across the left
Hair Color: silvery white
Skin color: pale, almost ghost white
Origin: (un)natural
sketches
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common weapons
http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l2...ne/Myou008.jpg
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suit
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Powers: Technically doesn't exist. Kinda an odd power, but that does mean that he is eternal and can do with time as he pleases, but sticks to a rather strict set of conventions to "keep things interesting". He has no true body, instead manifesting a form out of his own will as well as any items he uses, though this means that when this form is destroyed he will fully cease to be, no afterlife awaits his demise. He also has a precognitive sense due to his eternal nature, always able to see the possibilities of what is to happen a short while before it does.
Background:
He was an intelligent child, not in the academic sense, but in a deep understanding of the world and how things operated on a most basic level. Excelling at philosophy, psychology, and sociology, he spent much time divided between his theoretical manipulation of existence as well as his martial arts.
At the age of 17 he died in a fight with a fellow martial arts student and some thugs. finding the student breaking the codes of martial arts and using his techniques to harm others and steal while working with people using guns and the like, he charged into the battle knowing the outcome, but attempting only to defend the honor of the martial art.
In his state of death however, there was an oddity, the will to come back and seek vengeance as much as defend honor blocked the natural order of things taking place. Where he should have passed on to becoming reincarnated, going to heaven/hell, or otherwise, his being instead was stripped away to a singular entity that persisted without falter.
He found himself once again able to insert himself back into existence, where he could manifest a shell to use as a body as well ans anything else he desired. He also wasn't tied to the natural order of things anymore, finding himself able to "step" out of time and go to any point or anywhere he wanted.
Finding the time around his death the most comfortable and familiar, he has chosen to stay within and move with that time frame at least as long as he desires and his will persists, only jumping in and out as he finds necessary or useful.
EDIT: since I can't add it to Myou fer some reason, couple sketches of her...
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http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l2...thine/Myou.jpg