This is my 1st ever character description so cut me some slack please haha...hope you like it though sorry for no pictures yet.
Name: Adison
Age: 25
Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship status: single
Bio: my life started as the perfect life I was living dream and cover of what all TV families seem to be. But then my childhood changed and wasnt the picture perfect one at all; I has had to fight for many things in life and for my life many times. After losing dad my life was more of a wreck than normal. Mom started working 2 jobs life was chaos, but the kind you get used to. One night I told mom me and a few friends were going to go to this freak show and I would be staying at Rileys house so no need to worry about me, mom did a lot of that after dad died. She often worried about where I was if I was ok and stuff like that she wouldnt normally worry about. But today her worries seemed to be all gone she gladly agreed and let me go, I think it was cause I was going with my best friends Riley, who always gets me out of trouble and keeps me safe no matter how much I dont want to admit it, and Malana, whos name oddly enough means calming or relaxing which is one of her best qualities you feel oddly at ease with no stress when your around her but back to the night and the freak show. I wanted to go see this very odd man with his trick spider if you want to call it that. That was the main reason I was going. We all walked there seeing how at that age no one could afford gas nor could any of us drive we were only 14. We walked into it just full of joy and scared also to see what would be all here and see if it lived to what we dreamed it to be. We took a step into this old theater the kind from the 50s maybe 40s still barely standing although strangely beautiful. But when we stepped in the first person to great us was the man I was waiting to meet I couldnt wait till later so I could talk to him but that would have to wait for awhile till we were alone. His name was Mr. Adriano, which I knew that wasnt really his name. When he said and shook our hand I felt a strange feeling with him like he was listening to my thoughts or something. He then looked at us and with a strangely soft and almost soothing voice said I hope you enjoy the show. Now hurry on and get your souvenirs or a drink and take your seat. Shows about to start. Riley ran to the concession stand and got a coke. Malana looked sort of sick to me. She looked to me with her soft calming voice and said I dont feel that great I think Ill find us some seats unless youre going to go get something. Some of these people are really scary looking dont really want to go by myself. I looked over my shoulder at Riley and called to her hey Riley were going to go find a seat we will save you one. Then whispered to Malana shes way too busy to care about the creepy people here
lets go get some good seats. I was trying to make her feel better or get better whatever was wrong with her. I knew after words it would be easier for me now to run off by myself. We took our seats and the lights dimmed the show was starting; Riley came running up with all her souvenirs that she just needed. The only acts that really caught me were of course the one I was waiting for Mr. Adriano and Aloysius (thats his spider), and the wolf man. When wolf man came out they had him in shackles and a huge metal cage and to me at first he just looked like a really hairy old man. Then Mr. Big (kind of self-explanatory) explained how the entire place needed to be dead silent and to hold the applause till he was back and in shackles and we were given the ok. These two people who were in blue cloaks that covered their entire bodies and faces kind of in a sense put wolf man into a trance and began to walk him up and down the rows of people. He was a sleep they said we could pet him he was in no state unless awakened by a loud noise. I was too scared to riley did of course but Malana still didnt seem to feel great. But there was a woman in the back who when wolf man walked by screamed and in that same second she screamed his large fangs were around her arm chewing it off. A second later the woman stopped screaming we all thought she was dead but Mr. Big was there he whispered something into wolf mans ear and he let go and was calm again. Then Mr. Big bent down and told the cloaked little man something then whispered in the womans ear something and see was calm too
the cloaked man then carried her behind stage and I dont know what happened after that. Her arm was gone though. The show went on after that thought most were still in shock at that and I think after that Malana wanted to puke more than ever. After the show those two I told to go on without me I had to run to my grandmothers. They regrettably agreed and left. Every one left quickly. I ran up one of the stair cases and watched the stage get cleaned and then the woman who I know lost her arm walked out with the cloaked man with her arm she was rubbing it and looked stunned. She left within 2 minutes
then I knew I was alone I knew were Mr. Adriano was and I knew his secret. I ran faster than I ever have and as quiet as a mouse. I was scared though and were I thought he was he was waiting at the top of the stairs for me. It was dark and creepy something from a horror movie, really. He looked at me with soft eyes and said quietly Be quite and I knew you were coming now follow me
a long pause then came he turned and walked into the dark hallway without thinking I followed. Wait how
did
you
know
I finally stopped stumbling on my words I was coming to talk to you? he stopped and then was somehow behind me and whispering in my ear I read what you were thinking youre a smart one.. this surprised me cause his voice was more sinister then before. Then in a flash we were walking again. After a minute of silence we were in this large corridor. He turned quickly and looked at me with a iniquitous smirk and spoke quickly seemingly annoy what would you like from me child? That was the think I couldnt figure out. I spoke in a miffed tone Child thats a good way to say it by the way call me child again and Ill kill you. Got it? Names Adison you will address me as that from now on. And I know your secret your real name is Vladimir Hades. And your dark secret is you are a vampire. Correct me if Im wrong but I know Im not. He looked at me now shocked and appalled he paused and thought for a second. Then spoke in the same soft voice as before, Like I said before youre a smart one. But what could you possibly want from an old vampire like me? then paused again at this point I found a large bench covered in years of dust and cobwebs brushed off a spot and took a seat fully aware of how far he was from me
And how did you know where to find me child? At that point I jumped up and pulled a silver cross out of my pocket and midair tried to stab him as the cross was almost to his chest he grabbed my arm and took the cross out of my hand. He looked at me and laughed thats how you were planning on killing me? Funny Adison. I was mad and confused though. He tossed the cross into a dark corner. I retorted how the hell did you do that. You should be dead. And how I knew where to find you is none of your business. And what I want from you is to
at this point I knew what I wanted just didnt know how to state it. When I paused he picked up where I ended, you want me to make you into a vampire? Correct? I looked up at him and he lowered his hand to help me up and smiled. I took his hand frustrated still and got up. I looked away and softly almost whispering yes would you do that for me? I would give anything he laughed and gently took my shoulder and whispered in my ear you have nothing for me
.unless a deep pain then struck into my side and I knew something bad was to come. He then spoke up again I could do that for you but you would have to do something for me I looked up with joy in my eyes and said anything, anything at all. He then stated my entire life would eternally be in debt to him I would be his helper or assistant as he put it. Then I agreed not knowing what I was getting myself into. That night I was changed from a normal child into a vampire.
The following (for the most part) is taken straight outta the in-game bio I wrote up, and sadly there isn't much more because I only recently started him up, and haven't struck RP gold yet (either in finding a quality server or people).
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Name: Jason McAllen
A.K.A.: The Bay Bruiser
D.O.B.: April 13, 1984
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 228 lbs (104 kg)
Build: Athletic
Eyecolor: Brown with no pupils, though invisible the vast majority of the time due to goggles.
Hair Color: Dark brown
Ethnicity: Irish-American (including accent)
Education: Masters degree in Bio-chemical engineering, MIT
Relatives: Mother - Theresa McAllen (Deceased 1996), Father - Sean McAllen (Deceased 2002), Sister - Jessica McAllen, 19 (whereabouts unknown as of 1991)
Server: Anywhere I can find quality RP... >.> (Guardian, Justice, and Virtue with a version on each)
The Bay Bruiser grew up Jason McAllen in Boston, MA, the bouncing baby boy of Sean and Theresa. His father was the fifth police officer on his side of the family while Theresa was a nurse at Boston Medical Center, both being first-generation Americans.
Two months after his fifth birthday, his mother gave birth to his sister, Jessica. Jason was excited about the prospect of a little sister, so much so that he nearly monopolized the attention of the baby who already seemed attached to the boy. When Theresa was to be released from the hospital with the baby, Jason and Sean arrived to pick them up, only for all three to find that the baby girl was nowhere to be found.
For the next several years, the family spent the vast majority of their time, money, and connections trying to track down the lost daughter, only to come up completely empty-handed. Jason spent these years secretly blaming himself because he felt he should've done what big brothers are supposed to do: protect the younger siblings.
Sadly, 5 years after the disappearance of Jessica, Theresa simply didn't wake up one morning. The autopsy showed a minor blood disease that ordinarily would be completely harmless, but when coupled with the stress and emotional distress that she'd suffered for several years, caused her entire system to shut down. The fact that they had no way of knowing this disorder even existed until the previous year enraged the young boy. "
Why couldn't they have known about it before, when it could've saved Mom," Jason demanded of his father who, though heart-broken, couldn't answer the his son with anything but a hug and that one religious phrase one always hears people rely on in situations such as these. Hearing it in an instance directly related to him didn't have the effect his father thought, as it only seemed to solidify in Jason the desire to take Fate or Destiny out of someone else's hands.
Jason became devoted to his schoolwork, to the exclusion of almost everything else. His focus on science and math was so intense that his father began to worry about obsession, though Jason always managed to calmly reassure him that everything was going to be okay. When he entered high school, he was beyond college-level knowledge and skills, having self-taught himself outside school and researched anything that intrigued him. He tested high enough to warrant a class-load of advanced senior-level classes as a freshman, and built his course load around Biology.
His tempo never slacked, and seemed to only pick up with access to new and advanced information previously unavailable to him. New libraries, medical journals, web-based directories and so much more continued to fill the young man's head. In his Sophomore year, he found an article on advances in bio-engineering, and finally realized what it was he could, what he needed to do.
4 months before graduation, Sean McAllen was shot and killed during a traffic stop, pulling over a heavily inebriated man. Jason, while saddened deeply inside, did his best to not let it interfere with how much progress he was making. A part of him told him that his father, no matter how much he never let it show, was disappointed in the fact that his son wasn't going to carry on his family's tradition of protecting the public with their lives.
The day after graduation, he received the letter he was hoping for: Acceptance and a full scholarship to MIT. Over the next several years, he continued his work with biology, branching into molecular biology and bio-technology. His focus and devotion to his work elicited breakthroughs in the realm of genetic manipulation, not very much unlike cloning. He devised ways in which one could manipulate cell structure and certain genetic codes in order to strengthen certain aspects, or weaken if not completely eliminate others.
Unfortunately, the testing of his theories went unrealized, thanks to the skepticism of his colleagues and the skittishness of potential sponsors. For the first time in nearly a decade, Jason became extremely angry, for he was absolutely sure his techniques would work, and felt he had all the necessary proof to that effect.
After a week of brooding, he decided once again to take the decision out of someone else's hands and do what he knew needed to be done. Late one night, he snuck into the Bio-Tech lab and proceeded to use his theories on himself. The energy expended by the change to his physiology began to drain him as soon as the last of the dialysis was completed, and he fell into the deepest sleep he'd ever experienced.
When he was roused from his slumber the next afternoon by the staff and their shoutings of concern as well as anger, he opened his eyes, only to be greeted by the same blackness of darkest night. The rantings of his professors stopped immediately with the sharp intake of breath. When he swung his legs over the side of the table, lightly bumping into one of the people standing beside him, three people were pushed aside roughly by the movement. Jason's professor of molecular biology placed his hand on a shoulder and urged him to stay calm and still, though Jason found such a suggestion ridiculous in light of the fact that he couldn't see. When he whirled on the voice speaking to him, his hands gripped and crushed the edge of the table, his feet slamming into the floor and spreading spider-web fractures.
After he finally regained his senses, the logical part of his mind began working through what had happened, was going, and was going to happen from here. Examinations from medical experts showed that he was 100% blind, the lenses of his eyes having completed reverted to nothing more than a practically non-existant film, a microscopic dot where they used to be. The flip-side of this, however, was the already-noted superhuman strength, and recently-observed drastically increased resilience.
After several weeks of examinations, both of himself and his theories, he realized where his error had been, and was dismayed to find that the procedure he had come up with was irreversible. He would forever be unable to continue the work he'd started, unable to live life as a normal person due to the nature of his dramatic "improvements" and inability to practice properly controlling them.
His melancholy was interrupted by the news that an extremely eccentric technological genius had begun making himself known in a place called Paragon City. Jason then recalled reading of the "City of Heroes", the bastion for freedom, justice and righteousness. It was the city where people of enormous strength, both physical and mental, were welcomed and not unusual.
It didn't take long for the young man to find and contact this mechanical mastermind, Ratchet Fizwink, who seemed more than happy, if not entirely too eager to help out. Several months went by and Jason had gone back to doing what he was best at: research. He'd dug up as much information about Paragon, Hero License requirements, etc, when he received word that Ratchet was finished with what he ceaselessly claimed was the greatest invention ever.
He presented to Jason a pair of goggles.
From the outside, they looked no different from a pair of snowboarding or skiing goggles, but on the inside, they were crammed with microchips, microsensors, and enough technology to set back even the most hardcore technophile a few decades-worth of income. He explained that the goggles were imprinted to Jason's particular brainwave patterns, something more individual than even DNA, and would feed visual stimuli directly into his brain, effectively enabling him to see again, and improving it beyond normal vision.
With these, Jason's final obstacle was eliminated, and his resolve hardened. He'd make up for not protecting his little sister. He may very well be able to continue his work toward ensuring no one would ever have to suffer as his mother did. He'd be the pride of his father by going above and beyond and protecting not only the people of Boston, but the whole world.
He received his Hero License, and an additional letter from someone offering him their help, not only in getting adjusted to life in Paragon, but also in fighting the crime of the City of Heroes.
The sun shone down brightly on Atlas Park, barely a handful of wispy clouds adding a touch of texture to the otherwise crystal-clear blue sky. Such was the weather that so exemplified the heart of Paragon City, home of the largest concentration of superpowered beings on Earth. It was here that the newest of Paragon's protectors came to pay respects and homage to the greatest that came before them, basking in the shade of the prominent statue of Atlas. It was here that veteran defenders enjoyed a brief respite from the rigors of responsibility that comes with the mantle "superhero".
Jason McAllen stepped off the tram arriving from Steel Canyon, having just picked up his new costume and completing the transition into the Bay Bruiser, and into the warmth radiating from bove and all around him. The blue of his outfit was nearly as brilliant a blue as that of the sky itself, and the sun caused the maroon of his mask, gloves, and boots to flare up with the intended look of vim and vigor. His head tilted back as he stared up at the disk of the sun, a feeling of nostalgia beginning to wash over him as though it too were raining down on him like the light itself. It had been a year since he'd seen through natural eyes, unencumbered and unaided by the goggles he was now forced to wear if he wanted to see at all. Granted, he could see accurately about four times farther than normal eyesight allowed, and in wider array of spectrum, but there was something missing and the only way he could describe it was that it was something inherently, naturally, human.
A gentle disturbance of air brought him out of his reverie, his brown hair waving slightly in response, and his mouth and it's bordering goatee curved up into a smile with which to greet the one who'd be his guide around Paragon, initially, and partner in crime-fighting, hopefully on a more permanent basis.
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The last bit is taken from a story/intro I've written in it's own thread here on the RP boards.
And I apologize for the book...I only intended a few paragraphs, but the writing just goes, y'know?
I'm so going to hell...if not for this post, then for that thing with the squirrel and the maraschino cherries.
Ratchet Fizwink
Proud boss of the Paragon Tram Maintenance.
PGTM - Fixing Paragon, one track at a time.
Dezinsu
Cyborg Info Sheet:
PHOTOS:
ONE
TWO
THREE
SPECS:
Server: Virtue (CoV)
Origin: Maa-De
Origin status: No longer intact
Code: Dezinsu (belonging to the lightning)
Real name: N/A
Creator: Tamupa Ylfkam of Maa-De
Class: T.Y. Tempest Cyborg (T.Y. = Tamupa Ylfkam)
Model: Enturui-3 (3rd generation)
Color Scheme: Black and yellow
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Abilities:
Prime: Lightning
Secondary: Storm Manipulation
Other: NOT YET KNOWN
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Creation Date: INFORMATION LOST
Exp. date: As long as surrounded by energy, Dezinsu will not expire
BACKGROUND:
Created by the most advanced mind the known universe has ever seen, Dezinsu reigned in his time as the most powerful cyborg to walk on solid ground. His creator, Tamupa Ylfkam, is somewhat of an enigma. It was never made clear whether his allegiance lay with the Aeng or the Dea. Aeng being good, Dea being bad. (think angels and demons) Dezinsu was created at a time when Tamupa's allegiance laid solely with the Dea, thus making Dezinsu pure evil.
It is believe Tamupa infused the mind of another Dea into Dezinsu's system, though it is not known whose mind it was. Many believe that due to Dezinsu's reputation as being the greatest cyborg to walk on solid ground, that the mind infused belonged to one of the Elder Guardians, an Alerusu. Some have even gone as far as naming the second greatest guardian, Kcyn Elkaf, as being the mind inside the bot. This theory arose due to the fact that Kcyn was pure energy, almost resembling lightning. Of course this has yet to be proven.
Most of Dezinsu's time on Maa-De was spent serving Tamupa. It wasn't until his meeting with Alerusu Jugen Ydna Ognol (Ascended Guardian Ydna Ognol) that Dezinsu's personality and objective changed. His main goal shifted from serving Tamupa, to destroying the Alerusu. This is another fact that swayed others to believe Kcyn is the mind inside Dezinsu.
During the final battle of Maa-De, the planet became unstable due to the massive amount of energy released by its inhabitants. This caused the planet to fracture and eventually explode. Moments before, several super powered beings from the planet, were transported to a different time and location, each by a different person. In Dezinsu's case, that person was probably Tamupa. Dezinsu's goal now is to find out why this happened and destroy all those standing in his way.
Powersurrge (Server: Protector)
Real Name: Jason Fontaine
Other Aliases: Pulsator
Identity: Secret; known to certain officals of the Canadian government and the former United Nations "Project: Protectors"
Occupation: Currently serving 5 year probation as an agent of Department H; formerly field commander of the Protectors
Legal Status: Citizen of Canada with a criminal record
Place of Birth: Winnipeg, Manitoba
Known Relatives: none
Base of Operations: (current) Departmeny H HQ in Ottawa, Ontario; (former) Alpha Base One off the coast of Athens, Greece, Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters
Group Affiliation: (current) Department H, (former) the Protectors, X-Men
First Appearance: Uncanny X-Men #171
Height: 6'
Weight: 175 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Hazel
History:
Little is known about the mutant that would come to be known as Powersurge prior to the manifestation of his powers. Jason Fontaine is known to have been born in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, and, as far as can be told, he was your average Canadian teenager, noteworthy and distinguishable from his peers only in his religious interest in the heroes and deities of his NW European heritage.
The activation of his latent mutant powers came at the late age of 18, when returning home from a friend's late one night, he was jumped by a trio of thugs. As he attempted to defend himself, his stress level rose ever higher, and soon enough energy began to whisp and leak out of his body, until he was enveloped by a pulsating aura of it. The thugs fled at the sight, but the energy field continued to pulsate about Jason's body, growing more and more intense and smothering, before at last it erupted in one violent and far reaching explosion. When Jason regained his senses, he saw the surrounding park and a number of nearby office and residential buildings had been absolutely devasted, and scores of people undoubtedly killed. His parents amongst them.
Horrified at what he had done, Jason fled Winnipeg, seeking to put as much distance as he could between him and human life. He eventually came to rest in the Canadian northlands, where he was approached by Wolverine and offered both asylum and the oppurtunity to learn how to control his powers at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters in Upstate N.Y. After teaming up with the X-Man to fight off a sneak attack launched by Department H's Epsilon Troopers, Jason accepted the offer and accompanied Wolverine to the States.
After but a short time at the X-Mansion Jason proved himself to be an exceptional student, with strong mental discipline, a strong heroic ethic, and very strong leadership skills. Some even fancied him "another Cyclops". However, unlike Cyclops, Jason learned to control his powers with astounding speed and aptitude. Thus, it was not long before he was given his graduating costume and dubbed "Pulsator".
However, in spite of his quick rise to glory, Jason's stint as an X-Man did not last long. His only significant field mission with them took place when an interdimensional traveller calling himself Drathlor the Travelmaster hurled them into the Sentinel dominated future ... threatening to "align" this "time zone" with their own "time zone" if they failed to find a way back within a week. During the course of this mission, the X-Men contacted a mutant underground, led an ill-fated rebellion, and penetrated an installation rumoured to hold an experimental timetravel device. Reaching this device, they returned to their own time, where Drathlor forced them into battle by threatening to align the "time-zones" anyway. After a majour rumble however, Drathlor submitted and agreed to honour the terms of his game.
During the course of this mission, Jason and Rogue, whose relationship had always been something of a love-hate deal, ie. fear of hrting others with their powers, came to learn that their altnerate-future selves had not only married, but had also had a child; suggesting the possibility that they were able to touch each other without ill effects. Nevertheless, while an new level of intimacy began to evovle between them, their deeply ingrained fear of hurting others with their powers served as a great strain on both sides.
Thus, when mysteriously approached by an American representative of the United Nations soon after their return, and offered a place on a new superhero team called the Protectors, Jason was driven to accept.
The United Nations Project: Protectors was originally devised in order to ease super-powered responses to international threats and in answer to a growing awareness amongst certain segments of Earth's governments of the existence of extraterrestials.
Based on a small island off the coast of Athens, Greece, dubbed Alpha Base One, the Protectors were serviced by a staff of top-notch nutritionists, physical trainers, combat specialists, psychologists and various technical support staff. Perhaps the greatest feature of the AB1 however, was it's super-computer, Byte, which had a highly advanced form of Artifical Intelligence capable of incredible powers of deductive reasoing and logic, and patched into the memory banks of participant multi-national states from across the globe (to various degrees).
After a time of set-up, preparation and intensive study and training of the superhumans involved, the Protectors were offically unveiled to the world, with Pulsator renamend "Powersurge" and presented as the teams field commander. He was joined by the beautiful Russian light manipulator called Starlight, a surly German with absolutely massive energy absorption powers named Energon, a stunning British telepath named Psiona, a hotheaded Scotman capable of generating forcefields and kinetic bolts named Force, a technological genius and practioner of bushido named Examiner, and a Swede that claimed to be the kinsman, and in every way the equal of Thor who called himself Thak of Asgard.
As the leader of the Protectors, Powersurge fought such well known threats as the Kree and Ronan the Accuser, Terrax the Tamer and Dr. Doom, Gladiator and the Imperial Guard, the Super-Skrull, Galactus(!!!), such less known threats (ie. homebrew) as the Shadowlord, Dominion and the Geoforce, and Drathlor, and on the odd occassion even such hero-groups as the Avengers, the West Coast Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and Alpha Flight.
Their battle with the Kree and Ronan revolved around a plot by the Supreme Intelligence to reignite the gene-pool of the Kree by using the genetic material of Earth's greatest heroes. This brought the enw team into direct conflict with a variety of Earth's hero teams, but thanks to various telepaths involved, the Protectors were ultimately able to free their peers and send both Ronan and the Kree packing.
Their battle with Galactus began when a starving Galactus again threatened to consume Earth; building his world-devouring machinery on Mount Olympus. Much of their success in this battle was based on Psiona's ability to link all minds to the Examiner, who could thus easily share his knowledge of Galactus' weak spots with the rest of his teammates. The finishing blow however was landed when all energy manipulators pumped everything they had into Energon, who redirected it all into Galactus' face.
However, the Examiner quickly noted an entropic field expanding from Galactus and gaining in intensity in direct correlation to the cosmic entity's dwindling life. Thus, using certain ideas picked up from an analysis of Galactus' "world devouring machinery", the Examiner headed the construction of a device that was able to syphon off the energies contained in both Powersurge and a fully charged Energon and then convert them into a form that restored Galactus to a relative state of health.
With power enough to find an alternative planet to feed his hunger, Galactus thence chose to uphold his oath and leave the Earth in peace.
As with a similar scenario that played itself out with the Fantastic Four, this invited a dire response from the Shi'ar Empire, who sent not only Gladiator, but also a number of members of the Imperial Guard to Earth in order to bring the Protectors to account for saving Galactus' life.
While ultimately successful in driving off the Shi'ar force, it was during this battle that Powersurge suffered a massive heart attack, when he fired off a focused "pulse-blast" at Gladiator in order to aid in his defeat without risking the lives of his teammates of damaging the surrounding city.
In the Shadowlord arc, the Protectors were sent in to the investigate a massive dome of darkness that had engulfed Moscow and which was slowly growing. All troops sent in to investigate had failed to return or report back.
After fighting their way past numerous "shadow demons", the Protectors at last confronted by a being calling itself the Shadowlord. He boasted that he was unleashing the stuff of the Darkforce Dimension into our world in hopes of transforming it to his liking and taking it for himself. In the end, the battle came down to Starlight and the Shadowlord, and it was she who sacrificed her life to hurl the Shadowlord back into his own dimension and bansih the stuff of his "shadow realm".
While other missions would follow, and rosters change, this mission was particualrly hard on Powersurge due to the romance that had begun to grow between him and Starlight.
Unfortunately, conflict with such participant nations as the USA and Russia, not to mention Canada-- which suspected that Powersurge was the same superbeing responsible for the "Winnipeg Incident" -- along with other completely unintelligable political nonsense ultimately led to the collapse of the program and the disbandment of the team.
As Rogue and the X-Men had since been reported dead in an incident that occurred in Dallas, Texas, Powersurge returned home to his native Canada after the dissolution of the Protectors, where he currently lives under a professionally crafted assumed identity.
Following the dissolution of the highly succussful Project: Protectors, Powersurge fell into a mild depression and returned to Winnipeg to work as an armoured car security guard under the name Thomas Hayes.
It eventually came to pass however that an Epsilon Shuttle crashlanded just outside of the city, and Powersurge could not help but investigate (c.UXM #263, AF #94). However, no sooner had he changed and arrived at the site of the wreckage, when he was confronted by the synthetic superbeing, Thunder, who claimed to be working for Department H and demanded that Powersurge surrender himself for questioning. This quickly resulted in a skirmish between the two heroes that ended when Powersurged slagged the engine of an approaching Epsilon Shuttle and escaped as Thunder went to it's rescue.
Early the next evening, the armoured car Powersurge was piloting in his civilian identity was attacked by a trio of superpowered thugs calling themselves the Powermongers. The surprise encounter left both Powersurge and his fellow guard unconscious, but when the former X-Man at last regained consciousness he heard a pitched battle being fought in the derelict section of downtown Winnipeg.
Once again unable to resist the urge to help, Powersurge activated his energy sheathe, burning off his clothes in the process, and then made for the site of the battle. There he found Thunder locked in combat with the Powermongers, and quickly came to the synthoid's assistance.
However, with two of the three Powermongers down and another Epsilon Shuttle approaching Powersurge made a hasty exit. When Thunder began to pursue, Powersurge began to race south for the Canada/US border, until at last giving in to Thunder's amplified pleas to stop and talk.
This talk was quite brief and filled with uncertainty on behalf of the synthoid, and much disdain on behalf of Powersurge. Thus, it was not long before another battle between the two erupt, with Thunder coming in close and attempting to sucker punch the renegade mutant. As a veteran of many battles, Powersurge anticipated this attack, and it was not long before the muchly weakened Thunder was knocked out. With that Powersurge abandoned his Thomas Hayes identity, and fled for Toronto and a back-up identity.
He would soon resurface when Toronto fell under attack by an alien threat known as the Consortium (c.AF #100); joining Alpha Flight, the Avengers, and Thunder in the city's defense. While some of the Alphans and Avengers were ill-at-ease with Powersurge's prescence, these feelings were eased by Captain America -- who formed a mutual respect with Powersurge while the mutant still led the Protectors. So, left in charge of the ground force meant ot fight back the tide of Consortium troops as Cap and his groups sought to strike at the heart of the Mother Ship, Powersurge proceeded to put on a clinic on platenrary defense.
When all was said and done, Powersurge and Captain America stepped aside for a private discussion in which Cap mourned Powersurge's abscence from the superhero community, and encouraged him to have faith in the system/s and the people they had both risked their lives to uphold and defend, and turn himself in to the Canadian authorites. He added that the circumstances of the Winnipeg Incident would not be overlooked anymore than Powersurge's track record as leader of the Protectors, and even if all of Wolverine's thoughts and fears of Department H came true, that powerful people would be tracking the matter.
Thus, with Cap's assurance, Powersurge turned himself into Alpha Flight and thence was handed over to the Canadian authorities.
After being turned over to the Canadian authorities, Powersurge spent a brief period in a detention cell in Department H's main HQ in Ottawa, as he awaited his trial.
This trial was attended by such noteables as Dr. Moira MacTaggert, as well as a number of UN officials connected to the old Protectors project, including two of Powersurge's former teammates, the Japanese Examiner and the Scottish Battlehammer. Various demonstrators outside of the courthouse ran the gamut from admirers and well-wishers to anti-mutant hate-mongerers, but the peace was nevertheless maintained.
The closed door trial was relatively brief, straight forward and matter-of-fact. In the end, Powersurge was "sentenced" to a five year term of service as a super-powered agent of Department H.
However, as Powersurge was being led out of the courthouse to an awaiting Epsilon Shuttle, a number of 10' tall robots, reminscient of Sentinels descended from the sky. Despite the best efforts of the Epsilon Guards, not to mention the attending Examiner, Battlehammer, and GenTech's newest synthoid hero, Morningstar, Powersurge was knocked unconscious and borne off.
The mutant was taken to a secret facility contained in Mount Caubvik (aka Mont d'Iberville) in the Torngat Mountains that span the border between Quebec and Labradour. There he briefly met the acquaintence of a man named Randal North, a former Lt. Colonel in the C.A.F. (Canadian Armed Forces) who lost his wife and family in the "Winnipeg Incident". North explained that it was his duty to do what the Canadian government refused to ... protect it's citizenry from rogue superpowered beings and ensure they are punished to the full extent for their crimes; without regard for the bleeding hearts, their agendas, special interests and double standards.
In fact, as North elaborated, years ago, when the government decided to scrap the Flight Program in favour of something more "obedient", his "Project: Failsafe" was one of the proposals offered up as an alternative. It lost the contract to Jeremy Clarke's Epsilon Program, and North retired soon after.
Nevertheless, North continued to pursue his "dream", and with the aid of certain "benefactors" was able to build this base ... which served as both a Sentinel production plant and as a detention facility. North went on to explain that, far from putting Powersurge to death, he would be detained and used as a power source in order to bring production to full and speed up the completion of his army of peacekeeping Sentinels.
In the end however, Powersurge was rescued thanks to the combined efforts of Morningstar, Examiner and Battlehammer, while North seemingly plummetted to his death and/or was destroyed in a subsequent explosion that blew the peak off of Mount Caubvik.
Severely weakened from this ordeal, Powersurge spent the next several weeks in Department H's medical facility. Upon regaining consciousness, he soon learned that both Rogue and the X-Men did not die in the Dallas Incident, but were indeed alive and well and currently involved in a SHIELD sanctioned mission to stop yet another of Magneto misguided plots (see X-Men #1 - 3).
As fate would have it, it was not long after his recovery that Powersurge was sent in to aid Alpha Flight in a battle being waged in downtown Toronto against a group of rogue mutants. This group of rogue mutants turned out to be none other than the X-Men. After recovering from his initial uncertainty, a reluctant Powersurge undertook his duty and half-heartedly entered the battle on the side of Alpha Flight. However, it was not long before both groups found themselves confronted by a group of fantasy superheroes drawn straight out of the comicbooks; the Justice League! As it turned out, these fantasy superheroes had been brought to life by the imagination of a young and very sick mutant, Brent Smithers. Following a titanic battle which saw AF and the X-Men standing united against the power of the JL, the young mutants power levels at last began to subside and the last of his creations, Superman, was defeated.
Prior to the return of the X-Men to the States, Powersurge and Rogue shared a moment; uninterrupted thanks to Wolverine. They discussed all that had transpired in their lives since they last saw each, their supposed "future" together and feelings for each other, and the mutual uncertainty of them getting together as a couple anytime soon. Nevertheless, they parted on good terms, wishing each other the best and leaving the metaphoric "bridge" intact and unburned.
As the X-Men left, Morningstar and Powersurge had a brief encounter in which the mutant thanked the synthoid for rescueing him from Randal North and his Project: Failsafe facility. The two clasped hands in mutual respect.
A couple of months later, Powersurge awoke one morning to find himself in a strange city... Paragon City. He does not know how he came to this alternate Earth, but he suspects that his old foe, Drathlor the Travelmaster, is again up to his old tricks.
As a citizen of Paragon City, he engages in the heroic acts that are at the core of his lifestyle even as he searches for answers to his predicament... and a way back home.
Name: Dr. Samantha Lore
Full Name: Samantha Abigale Lore
Age: 26
Description: Black hair (usually short but sometimes long), blue eyes, tattooed cheetah spots on face and neck, stands five feet five inches tall, wears a white coat and pants with black boots. Her other two most noted descriptions are the strip of red cloth she always wears on her person (usually as a headband) and a long scar on her left shoulder.
Archtype: Brute, Natural class (may change that to mutant class later)
Superpowers: Super strength, invulnerability, Leviathan mastery
Threads: Written in Blood (story), Silence
Samantha was born in Paragon City, and shortly afterward her mother abandoned the family. Mr. Lore died of kidney failure due to his heavy drinking leaving Samantha shuffled in the foster system starting at the age of six, starting with ungrateful or over-burdened family members to complete strangers she couldn't trust. She was unpopular in school, had few friends, and not much talent save for accidently finding trouble due to her super strength (accidently pushing a classmate through the classroom wall, for starters). After graduating high school and turning eighteen, she was out of the foster system and on her own. She lived on the streets for a couple of months until a former teacher took her in until she could get on her feet.
Then the Rikti attacked, and a shattered and traumatized Samantha ran and took shelter with the other victoms. When the invasion ended, so did the girl's outlook on life. Her former teacher died in the war, so a classmate took her in. Samantha saw almost no point in living, but her friend, Penelope, tried to help her see the light and even harder to help her move towards it.
One day, they went to the bank to get cash after a day of job hunting when it came under attack by Arachnos. Penelope, known better as the hero Shadez of Grey, stood up to the robbers and fought back... until she faced off against their leader, Captain Mako. Shadez fought valiently, but was no match for the shark man and was killed. Samantha was captured trying to escape, but instead of killed immediately was ferried onto the escape flier to be a "snack for the long trip."
En route to the Rogue Isles, Samantha desperately pleeded for her life. Her cries fell on deaf, hungry ears until she unwittingly said the foreboading phrase "I'll do anything." Expecting some entertainment, Mako gave her a task in exchange for her life. She agreed, and when they arrived at Sharkhead Mako threw in a handycap: he bit a large chunk out of her shoulder and left her to bleed in the street!
No one is certain what happened next or how she survived, but Samantha lived to complete the task and was spared. Since then, she's joined Arachnos and has become a head scientist as well as a medical doctor. She is now the head director of Grandville's hospital and infirmary, as well as the head researcher and founder of her own laboratory that excells in researching vampires. In her spare time, she hunts vampires or works in her lab. She also takes jobs for Mako; jobs he feels are too "boring" or he's too busy to take himself. She has since been trained in mastering the powers of the Leviathan but has slight trouble controlling them.
She comes off as a strong, cold and calculating woman who is a bloodthirsty monster in battle. But there are whispers that she is not as strong as she appears, possibly suffering from Stolkholm syndrome from her first ordeal on Sharkhead. It is also said that she is an workaholic simply because she MUST stay occupied or she figits and on occasion screams from the memories of her trauma. Whispered more quietly is the rumor that she's in love with Captain Mako, for if these words reach Dr. Lore's ears she's very violent with the speaker. The people of the Rogue Isles say that she is possibly nicer than she appears, rare to those in the Rogue Isles.
The Freedom Server Wallflower (shhh, sleepy)
Angelfish on DrunkDuck.com
Dr. Lore at HeroCon 2008
Arc 67690: Out For Blood
Name: Conrad Raphael Declan
Alias(es): Mr. Fix-It (Mistah Fix-It; Triumph Server)
Age: 27
Description: Long, blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. A neatly trimmed goatee, blonde like his hair, but slightly darker. When on patrol, he is commonly seen wearing a dark green tank-top style shirt, with a stylised gear emblem printed on the front, as well as green-tinted welding-goggles, which serve to mask his identity. He also wears a heavy, leather belt, similar to the style a weight-lifter might employ. (The weight of his mechanical limbs dictates that he wear such a belt) He wears ordinary brown cargo shorts, the pockets of which are filled with spare parts and tools. He wears no shoes, as his feet are more than durable enough without.
Origin: Technology
Archetype: Scrapper
Powers: Claws, Willpower, Defensive Jump
Conrad Declan, like many heroes in these stories, was born and bred in Paragon City, and it rapidly became apparant that he, like so many before him, was destined for greatness.
At the age of five, he completely disassembled a music box, repaired it, and re-assembled it. By ten, he had built one entirely out of spare parts and scrap metal. By 25, he had a Ph.D in Mechanical Engineering. He was quite possibly the most ingenious mechanical mind the world had ever seen. There was nothing his mind couldn't devise, and nothing his hands couldn't build or repair.
Tragedy struck, however, as he went out to celebrate the plan to construct his own engineering company one night, a getaway driver struck his vehicle, killing two of his friends, and nearly killing Conrad in the process. When he woke up from a coma nearly two weeks later, he was crushed to discover he had lost his entire right arm, his left arm below the elbow, and both legs below the kneecaps. It seemed like Conrad's career as an engineer was destroyed forever.
But Conrad had come too far to be defeated so easily. For months he sat at a computer and, with the aid of an assistant, devised a set of electro-mechanical replacements for his lost limbs. Nearly a year after the accident, Conrad Declan was wheeled into the operating room of Atlas Park's Chiron Medical Center, and an experimental surgery began.
He went in bound to a wheelchair, and Conrad emarged standing on his own two feet. Two 85 lb, precision-machined titanium feet, each with 500 pounds of force backing them. His arms were equally powerful, manipulated by a complex network of pneumatic pistons. Life seemed to be returning to normal for Conrad, after nearly a year and half's hard work to make it so.
But such things did not come to pass, as anonymous powers had observed Conrad's steady recovery to a semblance of human normality. The first to make a move on Conrad's 'wetwire' technology was The Clockwork. As they attempted to raid Conrad's little Atlas Park workshop, he fought them back with surprising skill and ease. Realising the extent of the power that was now at his disposal, Conrad decided that he would put his new technology to work fighting crime. Lord knew Paragon City had an abundance of crime to clean up. So, strapping on a pair of welding goggles, slipping into one of his favorite tank-tops, and stepping out onto the street, the aspiring engineer once known as Conrad Declan became the crime-busting man-machine known as Mr. Fix-It.
The name was chosen as an homage to Conrad's ability to fix anything and everything; even his broken and frail human body. In an effort to reduce damage to his mechanical limbs, Conrad had a set of retractable metal talons bolted to each of his 'hands', which now serve as his primary weapons.
While Mr. Fix-It cleaned up the streets of Atlas Park, his alter-ego, Conrad, was busy financing his own engineering company. Employing rubberized 'skin-like' limbs to make himself appear more human, (and to further hide his identity), Conrad re-emerged in public, a fully able and determined owner of his soon-to-be successful company. His 'wetwire' technology had been sold to several exemplary prosthesis manufacturers, returning mobility to several accident victims like Declan himself. 'Legacy Prosthetics', as his company came to be known, is now widely successful.
Saving lives, as a civilian and as a 'cape', Conrad Declan's life became devoted to 'the people'. As owner of Legacy Prosthetics, he helped amputees regain their lives.
As Mr. Fix-It, he became equally famous. A thunderous sound like the fist of God himself slamming into the earth heralds his arrival, leaping from rooftop to rooftop by way of his pnuematic-ram legs, whose rhythmic whine and hiss criminals everywhere soon learned to dread...
NAME: Rekashempra Gatta
ALIAS: Starr Ball
AGE: ??
ORIGIN: Mutant
ARCHETYPE: Blaster
POWERS: Energy manipulation, Energy Blasts, Flying.
DESCRIPTION: Starr Ball is from a different galaxy, one that the main race is the Rikti, but another lesser race is the Katranians, a race of cat-like people. He is the only one of his race that has black fur stitched with white stripes, while most of his race usually are one solid color. He is under 4ft in height, and weighs about 150 lbs. Without his costumes, he usually wears a white tank top with a pair of jeans. His eyes are as blue as dark sapphires and his voice is gruff like an old marine drill sergeant.
BACKGROUND: Starr Ball comes from a planet in another galaxy, which is ruled by the Rikti. His people were enslaved, and used for the immense strength and reflexes. Some of his people, like himself, are gifted with powers of certain elements, his gift being of the very kinetic energy of people and objects around him which he can gather into his hands and launch at targets. He has learned to use this along with his keen eyesight to create a 'sniper' shot and take out foes from a distance. Also he can gather the energy and use it to add extra force to his punch, as well as a few other attacks he has learned. Upon excaping from the enslavement camp he was imprisoned in, by killing a few guards and hijacking a space jumper, he came across Earth and crashed in 'Faultline' inside of Paragon City. It was Valkerie(sp?) that found him and after learning of his powrs convinced him to join the Heroes of Paragon to help them protect the city from attacks within and without. Six months after his arrival, the Rikti made another attempt to invade and take over Paragon. Enraged that he could not hide from them Starr Ball went into a berserker like state and in his moment of rage a pair of dragon-like wings burst from his back. He took to the skies and began using his powers to attack some of the Rikti ships that were in the sky. He took out four or five of them when one of the larger ones blasted him with it's charged particle cannons. Being unconsious he fell out of the sky. When he woke up he was in Atlas Park Memorial, and was hurting like hell. It was from that point he learned of the last few months, but everything before that he had lost all memory of. All he can remember is the blood-lusting rage that he had fallen into when he saw the first of the Rikti attack ships. He knows that the Rikti hold the key to his past, and while helping the U.H.F. with protecting the city, he works on trying to regain his memory.
Starr Ball wears two different costumes. One is a sleeveless leather vest, with a pair of black leather pants and combat boots, as well as a set of shoulder pads that was given to him by his friend Archer of Tigor. His other costume hides his fur completely. It is a one-peice suit with a maske that is white, with black Star-burst like patterns spread around it. Both suits have slits cut into them to make room for his wings.
Name: Rashiv Azra
AKA: Halfgod
Age: Unknown
Threads: None (yet)
Description: Few beings in this world can say they truly know the man called Rashiv Azra. His softly glowing white eyes give away as little as the deep black mask covering the lower half of his face, and his distant nature has earned him few friends. Those who have observed him can only conclude that he isn't human - his enormous strength and incredible reflexes set him apart from the common man, and his shoulder-length white hair looks decidedly unnatural. Azra himself does nothing to discourage this impression, and has been known to answer questions of his origin with the simple phrase, "It's none of your business."
Rashiv wanders the grey area between good and evil, a dangerous path that worries several of Paragon's more ethical groups and heroes. Despite their best efforts the dark warrior still follows an 'eye for an eye' moral code, perfectly at ease with killing his enemies when he deems the act necessary. Villains across Paragon have come to fear the sight of the nictus-infused broadsword he wields, and his roman-style black-and-silver armor is often the last thing they see before he sends them to the abyss. The PPD and Longbow keep a close eye on him, hesitant to interfere with the vigilante but ready to step in the moment he goes too far.
(OOC Intro: Loosely based on a character from a book I'm in the early stages of writing. May appear in a later RP thread - we'll see if I have time. He's on Freedom now, but I plan to transfer to Virtue in the near future for some RP goodness. PM critiques of my writing in the RP threads will always be welcome - this is, essentially, practice for me, and I hope to learn from it.)
Mister Nice Guy
1. Introduction
2. Prologue
3. Origin
4. Costume 1 The Court Jester
5. Costume 2 Gravedigger
6. Costume 3 Crey Overload
7. Costume 4 Vanguard Soldier
8. Costume 5 Recomposed Champion
Introduction
A classic story of revenge, with a twist at every point. Instead of a mundane family man, Keith was a different kind of family man. Instead of direct betrayal, his suffering was a punishment for his own failure. Instead of getting his revenge directly, he got his revenge stolen away from him, and then channeled his anger for selfless reasons. Finally, unlike most revenge stories, this one is mostly about escaping the cycle of rage itself, as the soul devouring anger was both a prison and an empowering friend which Keith had a love/hate relationship with throughout the story.
Prologue
Keith Jones. Father of two daughters, Michelle (Mickey, age 7) and Patricia (Pooh bear, age 4) both loved their father, who would dress up like a clown for them on their birthdays. Husband to Catherine Smith Jones, and still very much in love. Successful lawyer with a lovely and spacious home, three vehicles (a 4 door Mercedes, a Porsche and a Cadillac SUV) and a summer cottage on the lake. Keith and Cathy and Michelle and Patricia were what most people refer to in the term keeping up with the Jones'. Good-looking, a nice house in Atlas Park and cars and summer cottage and good job and otherwise very normal people who don't stand out in a crowd.
The one thing that enabled the Jones' to live so well, especially in a town as consumed with violence as Paragon City, was that Keith was the exclusive defense lawyer for Vince Marcone, who was high up in the family. This meant that the Jones' were well protected, and that Keith was both well paid and got some extra catering to by virtue of his associations. However, those who the Marcones clashed with especially the Brotherhood and the Skulls, saw Keith as one of the guys who kept the Family strong by keeping their bosses out of prison. So Keith Jones would fit the bill nicely as a character who got kidnapped and needs rescuing from a hero in a low level mission.
Origin
Well Keith had a flawless track record of success. That's why he was doing so well. But like anyone who is undefeated, Keith eventually suffered a loss in court. This would normally be fine, except that this one loss was a big one one that cost the Marcones billions in superadine and put his boss, Vince, in prison for the next ten years. So the quiet order to make Keith suffer wasn't argued with at all. Now the police and the other, more super-powered, enemies of the Family were quite sure that Keith would be targeted, so they kept their eye on the Jones' and on the major players of the Family, looking for an opportunity to catch them in the act without the Jones' getting hurt. The Family knew this, so they came up with a plan.
A lie was invented, and quietly relayed to the Brotherhood and the Skulls: Keith threw the case on purpose, because he was poised to take some measure of control within the Marcone family. Further, some in the Family were a little upset about this (an outsider in charge inexcusable!) and are pulling back their protection. Thus this was an ideal chance to take out Keith, both to remove this (temporary) head of the Marcones and to strike some fear and/or respect in the Family as a whole. So the Skulls went after Keith and the Blood Brothers went after the Jones household. The mission: to turn Keith's life into hell.
Keith was cornered in an alley in Galaxy City by the Skulls, where they viciously handled him for over an hour. They took whatever he was carrying and (by being selective with their weapons) covered his body head to toe in bruises, and every inch of skin with frostbite (using canned air). Meanwhile, some observers from the Family looked away from their telescope and made a call to a doctor at the hospital. This was only the beginning...
Keith crawled to the street, begged for a passer-by to call him an ambulance and got to the hospital. He was going deep into shock and suffering a cardiac arrest, and required an epinephrine shot when he overheard some police enter the ER, talking about his house being on fire.
The doctor, David Wong, had connections with the Tsoo (and thus the family) and earned his bonus by mixing some special cocktail in with the epinephrine. The 5% Superadine, 45% Rage and 50% Epinephrine only partially pulled Keith out of his heart attack, but it woke him up in a screaming frenzy. As a side effect, his face seized up in a permanent snarl which (to this day) cannot be removed. He fought his way through the hospital staff and sprinted the 2 miles to his burning house in Atlas Park.
There he saw the firefighters, struggling and failing to fight the fire. Cranked up on Rage and Adrenaline, Keith flew past them (getting soaked by the fire hose) and into the burning blaze, looking for his family. Inside, he saw the charred remains of his wife, crumpled in front of the door to the basement. In tub of the downstairs bathroom, not yet touched by the fire, were his daughters, cut up and bled out in the tub, and the blood was used as paint to Desecrate the basement with symbols of The Brotherhood.
Horrified, yet overcome by the chemically-induced aggression pounding through his veins, Keith slowly and with shaking hands took the blood of his daughters and made the only comforting gesture he could pull from a rage-tainted memory he painted his face up like a clown, just like for their birthdays... the one thing that made them happy would be the face he would wear from now on. He then walked out of his burning house, aching for revenge, his bloody clown face forever twisted in rage. He walked through the fire fighter crew without a word, took an axe from their truck, and headed to the nearest Brotherhood hideout he knew of without looking back. Keith's life from thence forward was nothing but unending anger and pain.
During his bloody rampage of revenge on the gangs of Paragon City, Keith found the time to put an add in the personals of the Paragon newspaper and it's been running ever since that day. The add goes thus:
I've always been kind and generous, giving to charity, helping my neighbors. I say hello to people on the street, show courtesy to strangers and I'm a loving father and husband.
Or at least I was.
Now I wear the blood of my children on my face. Now people run from my snarling glare, which can never go away. Now I'll never make another penny in my life, and thus, sadly, charities will see nothing more from me. And it's all because some people got upset that I was less than perfect.
But can I forgive you.
I'm 'Mister Nice Guy', and I look forward to meeting every last one of you who made me what I've become. All of you who expressed yourself by burning my wife to death, torturing and robbing me in a dirty alley, pumping me full of illegal drugs like Superadine and Rage, butchering my daughters like pigs and burning my house down... I want to meet you all. I want to meet everyone involved, everyone who approved, everyone who calls those perpetrators 'comrades'. I want to show you that can I forgive you all.
So if you see me and my cheerful clown smile, and I'm carrying my axe and I fix my gaze upon you, just know that I want to forgive you for bringing sorrow, pain and death to good people. I carry my axe as a symbol, you see: I just want to bury the hatchet. So please, let's all meet so I can bury the hatchet, again, and again, and again, until my forgiveness sinks in.
[u]Effects[u]:
* The frostbite and bruises and drugs have made Keith's body feel only pain, on every inch of his body. The only advantage is that nothing hurts him more than he already hurts, so harming him with clubs and knives and gunfire and electrocution and burning simply doesn't phase him. Whatever condition makes the effects of the drugs persist also prevents his body from recovering from this painful state.
* The drug cocktail has made him increasingly sturdy, and thus very difficult to hurt. He is now in a permanent state of maximum flight-or-fight, and thus is incredibly strong, fast, tireless and durable (and angry). It could be something about the mix, or it could just be how it works with his body chemistry, but for some reason the effects of the drugs never wore off.
Natural Tanker: Invincible + Battle Axe, Fitness, Invisibility, Energy Mastery
Costume 1 The Court Jester
This is named so because he's in his suit, dressed like his old lawyer self, but his face is painted up like a clown (using his daughters' blood). Hence he's dressed for court, but painted up like a jester (clown)... get it?
Anyway, this is Mister Nice Guy as seen walking away from his burning house. He's wielding the axe he took from the fire truck. The suit didn't burn on account of it being wet from the fire hose on his way in. His hair, once sandy blond, is now gray as a side effect from his transformation. His tooth-grinding snarl is a permanent fixture, as his facial muscles seized up and froze like that. His skin is pale from both the frostbite and the effects of being on a constant adrenalin high, as well as from bad circulation due to a sketchy heart.
While being seen around town like this, MNG was hacking his way through the ranks of the Brotherhood, the Skulls, some of the Tsoo (for more rage), the Vahzilok (for their medical substances) the Trolls (for more Superadine) and anyone else who brings suffering to good people. He started with the Atlas Park chapter of the Brotherhood first, but quickly started adding more and more gangs to his "chopping list". It got to the point where any group that was destroying the homes and families of decent people were applicable to be hacked up like so much firewood. But primarily, MNG was after the Skulls, Botherhood and the Family.
Once the Brotherhood and Skulls were dealt with, and MNG turned his axe on the Tsoo and Family in Steel Canyon, the Family got scared and quietly killed off the circle of lieutenants that carried out the plot againts the Jones'. With everyone involved dead, MNG was robbed of his revenge, and vanished off the grid. He went to his summer cottage, lived alone like a wild beast and tried to recover what remained of his sanity.
Costume 2 Gravedigger
It was a few months later when MNG got a visitor, named Carson. He was one of Keith's old forgotten frat buddies, who knew Catherine (Keith's wife). Carson showed up at the cottage, calling for MNG, saying that Catherine was on life support, at the hospital in Steel Canyon. MNG never showed himself, and Carson left, thinking that MNG's silence meant he wasn't there.
It was a week later that MNG was spotted again in Paragon City, stinking, swarmed with flies, filthy and barefoot, and clad in shredded jeans and a beat up brown leather trenchcoat. He came on the scene like a savage beast, skulking the streets and flying into blood-stained action as he hacked his way through the ranks of the Family, Tsoo, Warriors, Council and the Freakshow. Investigating police discovered that Catherine was indeed being kept alive in the Steel Canyon medical center, and that there were a few suspicious events surrounding her: It seems that there existed a party who was holding her life hostage, using MNG as a weapon against the rival factions. At first the obvious suspects were the Family, but it wasn't until sometime later that the Police discovered that it was the Family that was paying her medical bills and that dirty police (who were suspected for taking Family bribes) were going out of their way to ensure that she remained safe. The Family were terrified of MNG and did this in an attempt to earn favor with him. Surprisingly, the mastermind behind the situation was an exceptionally cunning member of the Freakshow, who claimed he had superhuman means to save her life, and as payment he simply wanted to make MNG do what he does best - go wild on all the gangs in and around their area. The plan was for MNG to weaken the Freakshow's rivals, eventually get killed and then the Freakshow just move in on their weakened rivals. Quite simply, it was a plan to get more turf.
But, as expected, the plan backfired. MNG indeed started hacking up all the rivals, but he would always leave a few alive (but amputated) and gave them a message to boost Catherine's security and put pressure on the Freakshow if they wanted to keep living. Then, Catherine died in the hospital from her burns. Well MNG's berzerker frenzy, already high, skyrocketed. He first turned on the Freakshow, turning their more fortified bases into chambers of horrors, flooded with body parts and amputated corpses with faces frozen in fear. Then MNG broke into the morgue and stole Catherine's body, and he buried it in an unknown location. The Tsoo's drug houses were next, and MNG was seen chopping people up with a shovel (presumably the one he used to bury his wife) and then consuming entire caches of their alchemical labs. It is around this time that MNG's powers started to take on a more supernatural flare, so it's quite possible that he ended up augmenting himself further.
After this killing spree, lasting almost half a year and claiming the lives and limbs of over a hundred criminals, MNG again vanished. This time, there was no way of knowing where he went or why. Evidence gathered in his wake revealed that MNG had undergone a strange transformation: According to some survivors, after Catherine's death, MNG had no pulse - his heart had stopped and he was literally the walking (leaping, fighting, snarling, slaughtering) dead. In the last few days of his onslaught he was seen as moving slower, more sluggish. It is presumed that MNG finally lay down and died, to be with his family. No body was found, however.
Costume 3 Crey Overload
After the mysterious disappearance and supposed death of MNG, things were back to "normal" by the standards of Paragon City. Then, almost a year later, MNG again appeared on the scene, but he was very different.
His absence was due to the fact that he had consumed too many unusual substances: Superadine, Rage, magical potions and elixirs, and so on, were keeping him alive and fighting, despite his dead heart. But it eventually started to bring in side effects. MNG's body finally shut down, and he did die, and his body was quickly snatched up by Crey Industries. After attempting to revive him, as they do with many other heroes, they only got partial success. Without a living host, many of the magical substances simply faded out. MNG's corpse was effectively that of a normal human, but so toxic that it could only be revived for a few seconds. They sent his corpse to the biomechanical team, so it could be integrated with their power armor technology.
The bio-mech division kept MNG's body on a refrigerated slab for a number of months before deciding to use it in one of their experimental prototypes. It used a new kind of generator that was "technology" which mixed Crey tech with Circle of Thorns magic, and worked great except for the fact that it created a strange and unexplainable field of high pressure on the inside of the suit, which would crush a normal pilot to death in a matter of minutes. But MNG's body, being unphased by pain and highly resistant to physical damage, was ideal. In fact, when they tried it out, the suit's crushing effect actually helped to sustain MNG's animated state. This supernatural pressure field and the extended state of animation proved that the Crey scientists were wrong - the effects of the potions were not gone, they were only dormant, and now they reactivated. They not only reactivated, but they fed off the Circle of Thorns magic from the generator and together they achieved resonance. MNG's enhancements spiked and were sustained at this overwhelming level, completely overriding the behavioral control chip implanted in his head. MNG, clad in heavy Crey armor and seething with drug-induced and supernatural energy, tore through the labs like tissue paper, stole a Rikti battle axe from the vault and carved his way out of the facility.
Since that day, MNG had no more direction except to follow through on his earlier promise - to wage bloody war on those who perpetrate violent crimes, and thus prevent other innocents from suffering the way he did. He became a more traditional type of superhero in Paragon City, and his ferocious snarl, bloody clown face, indestructible body and enthusiastic axe swings became well known among both the local heroes and criminals. He was able to remove the battle suit, but after a day or two his potions would again wear down, threatening to again let MNG slowly die. Thus his life was dependent on the Crey battlesuit as a way to "recharge" his life-sustaining magics.
Costume 4 Vanguard Soldier
After a year or two of fighting violent threats in Paragon City, the United Nations got the resources to sustain a larger Vanguard force, and gave the go-ahead for heroes to join the Vanguard. MNG has seen what the Rikti have done to entire neighborhoods, and knew many people who lost loved ones in the invasion. MNG saw this as an opportunity in many ways:
* Avenge those good people who died during the Rikti Invasion.
* Avenge those good people who lost their homes, friends and relatives during the Rikti Invasion.
* Purge Paragon City of the hostile aliens, to make way for rebuilding.
* Earn the respect of his peers and the UN, who he sees as a benevolent force in the world.
* Network, and possibly find a way to escape from under the weight of constant agony and rage. If anyone has the means to help him recover some of his humanity, it's the Vanguard.
* Use his murderous violent tendencies, practiced hand with an axe and unstoppable power to do something which seems somehow more "correct".
* Make peace with his conscience, for all the death and fear he brought into the world during his quest for revenge.
MNG declined multiple offers to join advanced forces, instead opting to join the front-lines as a regular soldier. He felt that he could save the most lives there, and that the soldiers are the most deserving of his help. Superheroes can handle their own, and are less likely to have families at home, worried sick about seeing them in a body bag. Soldiers are average people with families and friends (like he once did, and wishes he could again) and putting "more of themselves" on the line.
Nevertheless, MNG ended up being pulled into assorted special missions, and took up a commando role during down time, roaming the war zone for squads in trouble and acting as a human shield.
The Vanguard figured out the intricacies of his Crey suit and were able to reproduce the resonance effect in his Vanguard armor, making MNG a tireless and indestructable frontliner. Among the Vanguard soldiers, MNG became a hero of legendary status. Eventually, MNG tackled Nemesis and a prominent general in the Rikti invasion force, stopping a portal from flooding Paragon City (and thus Earth) with an invasion force of biblical proportions; MNG had saved the world.
Costume 5 Recomposed Champion
After his stunning victory, Mister Nice Guy did some work the Midnight Squad, solved the mystery that connected the Rikti to The Lost, and ended up saving the world yet again by finding a cure. He was invited into the Midnighters, and was able to travel to the distant past where he performed more great deeds, returning with a personalized suit of enchanted armor, and an axe of epic power. But despite all this, he was still isolated and alone in a cage of anger, pain and isolation.
Or so he thought.
While he was off saving the past, people were starting to come forward. First it was the Vanguard veterans, then a few heroes, slowly creating a buzz about town as they looked for a way to repay his heroism and ease his suffering, and perhaps to return some of his humanity. Then concerned citizens began to speak up, many of which owed Mister Nice Guy their lives, homes and families. The City Council was dubious and made an inquiry into Mister Nice Guy's record: He was a rather murderous and disturbing excuse for a hero, and was motivated by anger and revenge which are not very heroic traits at all. The results of the inquiry were startling, because in 100% of all cases, the only people ever hurt by MNG were violent criminals, alien invaders and similar threats to the public. Not one single civilian, hero, civil servant, or other bystander was even so much as bruised by Mister Nice Guy in years of swinging his axe. Even though his life was painted red in bloodthirsty frenzy, his every action, every step, every waking moment was spent protecting others and destroying public enemies. The statements made by witnesses confirmed all this, saying they were frightened by him, but he would always try to say something charming or kind through his grinding teeth, acting as a human shield against enemy attacks, charging into battle against overwhelming odd without a moment of hesitation. He has assisted fire and rescue personnel, single handedly held back regional invasions of the Rikti, and the list of selfless and heroic acts went on and on without end, despite the constant presence of MNG's graphic and sickening mutilation of his foes. Many people agreed in the theory that Mister Nice Guy's urge to massacre is probably how he vents his murderous impulses, and the reason he fights at all is because these impulses drive him to kill someone, and he chooses who that someone is by hunting evil.
When Mister Nice Guy returned, he was welcomed by a cheering crowd of thousands. The Vanguard, Paragon City Council, the Midnighters and many others all worked together over the next three months, helping Mister Nice Guy find the technology and the magic to free him from his prison of homicidal rage. They used his suit of Cimeroran armor as a foundation, and included microtechnology, discreet cybernetic implants, and a slew of chemical and magical modifications which finally allowed Mister Nice Guy to, after almost five years of snarling, make a genuine smile. The pain, his only companion for half a decade, receded. His violent urges faded away into comparative serenity. He was once again a human being!
The Cimeroran armor was also integrated with some dimensional and temporal modifications, allowing MNG to change shape into his old forms. He had the power of Mister Nice Guy but without all the physical side effects. The armor could even phase out of reality while still being "worn", effectively making it able to appear and disappear, and thus he could dress normally. MNG could once again walk among the citizens as a normal looking, normal feeling, person.
But he was no longer Keith Jones, lawyer for the mafia. He was no longer a husband or a father or the envy of all his neighbors. All the things he'd experienced, all the things he had done, and all that he was capable of doing, meant that he could no longer turn back. He recovered his humanity, and possibly his soul, and in an act of humility and grace, the man who was once Keith Jones changed his name officially to Mister Nice Guy. He chose one of his five forms, held firmly onto his axe, made a wish for the spirits of Cathy, Mickey and Pooh Bear, and went out into the streets of Paragon City... to bury the hatchet.
Name: Akemi (last name undisclosed at this time)
Registered as: Akemi Ai
Nicknames: Ai-chan, AA
Akemi was born in America to Asian-American parents who were, let's say, a little free-spirited. They named her Akemi, "bright", because of their high hopes for her future. She became interested in martial arts at the age of four and has been studying ever since. She is adept with most blades and trains daily to retain her agility and speed.
She always wanted to become a ninja someday, but when she discovered that this was nearly impossible, she decided to go with the next best thing and become a Hero in Paragon City. Arriving in Atlas Park once she had registered, she met Kult and Soccer Girl and joined their super group, the Mean Girls. She chose Ai, "love", as her hero surname just because it sounded cool.
Akemi Ai does not speak Japanese beyond a few words she's picked up mostly on accident, but she is a rabid anime fan, and frequently dyes her hair colors she sees on her favorite shows. Her hair has been bubblegum pink, aqua, green, and now purple. She is of medium height and slim build, wears her hair in pigtails to keep it out of her face, and prefers to mix patterns and colors as often as possible in her clothing.
Akemi Ai is still new to the hero scene. What adventures await her in Paragon City? Who knows?
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@MissKyo, Leader of the Teamsters coalition on Protector
Name: Hunter Black
Age: 27
Occupation: Agent for the Federal Bureau of Super-powered Affairs
Description:
Hunter is roughly 6'2 with a fit build. He has brown hair and blue eyes and is always clean-shaven and immaculate. He always wears a dark suit, hat. He wears glasses, although his eyesight is nearly perfect without them. He always wears black gloves.
Hunter is a grim man who seldom truly smiles. When he laughs in generally sounds forced. He is very polite and distant in his conversations with others. He prefers listening to talking and is always observing his surroundings with keen eyes.
Name: Alexis Monroe
Age: 14
Physical Attributes: 54; 105 lbs; short blonde hair and brown
eyes
Classification: Non-metahuman civilian of Paragon City
Record: Monroe lives in an apartment being raised by a mother who works double shifts. Her father, a Paragon City bus driver, disappeared five years ago after a mob of Vahzilok hijacked his shuttle and kidnapped most of the riders. He was classified as a missing person, since his whereabouts are still unknown. The event sent Alex and her mother down a rocky road; since then her mother has become so detached that the most interaction they have is when she slides a twenty-dollar bill under Alexs door every week. Meanwhile, Alexis has dropped out of school outside of her mothers knowledge, instead she wanders the streets digging through trash, cutting deals with local businesses, and sometimes petty theft from other shops to redistribute the goods among the homeless, or near homeless, of Paragon City.
Thread: A Day in the City
Name: Lochlan MacMorough
Alias: Gold Defender One
Affiliation: The Defenders of Man
Age: 50
Description:
Lochlan has short black hair and steely grey eyes. He is tall, around 6'3" with an athletic build. He's in really good shape for someone his age. Lochlan is currently Gold Defender One of a villainous organization known as the Defenders of Man. He is a highly trained soldier who rose through the ranks of the Defenders to his current position.
Dossier: The Defenders of Man
From the desk of Collin Jones, Deputy Director, DSPA
Formed: March, 1947
Founder: Howard Brentley of London, England
Philosophy: The Defenders of Man believe in the power of mankind. It began as a response to the horrors of World War II, proof that mankind could work together. They have been instrumental in fighting off alien threats. Their philosophy became twisted by 1960 to a more militant stance. They now commit acts of terror against what they consider the "enemies of mankind." Their list includes mutants, supernatural beings, paranormal beings, extraterrestrials, extradimensionals, and anyone who willingly chooses to associate with such beings. They are responsible for numerous terrorist attacks on governments and private citizens around the world.
Known Members: Lochlan MacMorough, Gold Defender One; Kian MacMorough, Silver Defender Seven
Ranks and Numbers: Gold (3), Silver (9), Red (18), Yellow (36), Blue (72), Green (144), White (288), Black (576), Grey (11,783)
All numbers are estimates based on all available known data.
((anyone wanting to write a Defender, feel free))
Name: The Girl From Orion
aka: Queen m'Jalla Ezorhanan, 5th Offspring Of The Great Holy King Bren'Gin of the Old Ones and Keeper of the Sacred Scrolls of Everlasting Peace and the secret knowledge of everlasting war.
Hair: A deep shimmering cobalt blue
Height: 6 feet, 8.31 inches
Weight: 310lbs
Skin color: Onyx
Eyes: Blue field
Age: 24 A'Re-en years (about 40 Earth years +/- a few months)
Server: Freedom
Archetype: Tanker
Primary: Invulnerability
Secondary: Super Strength
Power Pools: Speed, Leadership
The deposed queen of the planet A'Re-en, m'Jalla was exiled to the Sol system for the false accusation of crimes against gurinity during the Hapf/Drom war. The charges were pushed by political ambition against her by enemies on the conservative independent faction who were surprisingly too powerful for her or her people to resist, revealing themselves at the endgame as impossibly super powered gurins. Near godlike beings. However her people, a good many of the normal non-super powered gurins and low grounders of the planet, were devastated to see her leave. Pennyless and without a shelter she adopted Earth as her new home. Seeing the growing super human community as a refuge she vowed to someday return to her A'Re-en with a good many allies who had heard her case. She is sure that she will come back to a once paradise planet ravaged by ceaseless war based on who were her enemies at the time of her exile.
Many in the human press misunderstood her when she pronounced the name of her home planet in the best English she could muster and assumed she was from somewhere in the Orion Nubula. An impossibility of course considering the makeup of the nubula. In truth, her planet revolves around a binary star system in the outer rim of the Andromeda galaxy. And thus the name stuck. She became what the populous of Earth call: The Girl From Orion.
Gurins are naturally/commonly super strong and tough compared to average humans. Other than her vast leadership abilities, m'Jalla is just an average non-super powered gurin. This is why she alone, despite her persuasive and inspiring ideals and words, was unable to resist being exiled. She promised her people she'd be back with ways to defeat their oppressors.
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NAME: Black Falconn
ALIAS: Natasha Faraday
AGE: 23
ORIGIN: Technology
ARCHETYPE: Scrapper
POWERS: Dark/Willpower
SERVER: Triumph
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At 23, shes a slim 115 pounds, 56, light brown hair that matches her wings, and blue eyes. Shes as pretty as a super model. BF is a bubbly, spontaneous, energetic girl. Shes always quick to smile, and loves to tell jokes. Crime fighting is excitement for her, not a grim duty.
Paragon city knows her as a heroine, but the nation is far more familiar with Black Falconn, the spokeswoman for Cooks Electronics. Her good looks, wings and skimpy outfit has made her a favorite on the internet, and launched a second career in commercials. But her first love is crime fighting. Shes a bit more violent and less concerned with property damage than other heroes, but thats why she wears a mask-no litigation. She loves fighting Arachnos for the sheer variety of troops, and she hates zombies, because they smell bad and squish when you hit them.
Natasha Faraday was born a mutant. A fact that she remains ignorant of to this day. You see, her mutant ability is to build things, or rather, create a focus for her abilities to work through. Tasha is convinced that she is some sort of brilliant inventor-even though she never took a course in science or electronics.
She started building things in high school. It all started with a broken mirror. She couldnt help but to try to improve it, so she added glitter to the super glue. Before long she had all her tools out, adding gears from her watch, a battery from her camera, and LED lights from her VCR. When she was finished, all the parts melded into a new whole, the mirror was thicker, but otherwise seamless.
Tasha felt she has built something significant, but what it was, she didnt know. Peering intently, she willed the mirror to activate. Colors shone from the depths of the glass, glitter swirled, LED lights flashed a warning, and the mirror went black. Tendrils of smoke wafted up. Surprised, Tasha dropped the mirror, and it nearly cracked her worktable in half.
Tasha had made her first contact with the netherworld, and she discovered its damaging energies. At first she was afraid, but she began to think of ways to harness the energy she discovered. Her first attempts were failures. She built a backpack, and attached a baton to it with a coiled wire. But the netherworld energies consumed the baton a mere hour after activation, it crumbled into dust in her hands. The same fate held true for a sword, a mace, and a tire iron: they all crumbled into dust.
What she needed was an otherworldly substance that could withstand contact with the netherworld. At this point, the 2nd Rikti war broke out. Seizing the opportunity, Tasha braved the battles to scavenge armor and technology.
It was perfect!
She was able to refit Rikti armor into a battle harness that could channel the netherworld energies into her gauntlets. The harness joins at the neck and protects her shoulders, arms, and hands.
The battle harness was examined by Positron, who expressed amazement at its construction. He could make out no rhyme or reason for the circuitry involved. It was expensive, involved alien components, but it made no sense. Indeed, Tasha seemed to have run out of money at one point: the circuitry of the inner left arm was missing, it was a diagram, nothing more. Yet it worked for her just fine. Positron mentioned none of this to the young Black Falcon (a mere 18 at the time). He just encouraged the girl, signed her hero registration, and sent her on her way.
Today, Black Falconn lives in an apartment located in Faultline. She lives off collected bounties and her commercial endorsements. Her parents think she is an overworked commuter.
Her biggest secret is a small army of Private Eyes she employs. Shes not a natural detective, and so she built a camera and radio into her mask. Her favorite PI is a grizzled retiree named Madigan (who himself was a hero back in the day). Her camera feed goes straight to his agency (Paragon Investigations), and she can access any number of agents (she can end up with four or five of them walking through a mission with her). The favorite duty at the agency is Falcon Vision, they get to sit in easy chairs and give advice to a gal who does all the hard work.
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Publicity photo. But it does give a good view of her battle harness. This harness, made of scavenged Rikti Armor, covers her neck, shoulders, and arms. It channels netherworld energies into her gauntlets.
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Another publicity shoot. This gives an excellent view of BFs wings.
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Sometimes being a heroine is just holding a helpful flashlight for a couple of guys who lost their keys.
((Updated as of 8/4/2009))
NAME: N/A
ALIAS: Snap Play
AGE: 28
ORIGIN: Magic
ARCHETYPE: Defender
POWERS: Empathy/magic blast (radiation blast ingame)/dark mastery
SERVER: Protector
SUPERGROUP & RANK: The Teamsters, President
The unpredictable Snap Play is a woman of many sides. Formerly a librarian, she was turned into a four-foot-tall faerie. She then discovered that her soul was linked inexorably with Blackrazur, and became his partner; shortly after that, the faerie prince Alaric Stormwarden came into her life and became her sidekick and, later, her boyfriend. Snap is quick to anger and slow to trust; she is just as likely to heal a fallen friend as she is to berate them for putting themselves in harm's way. Thanks to the sacrifices of her friends and lovers, she has been granted immortality, although she may never be human again; she can be defeated/knocked out/wounded/beaten, but a spark of life always remains, and she can regenerate (although it takes time). Other known abilities include a strong mental connection to Blackrazur which allows her to tap into his dark abilities, the ability to summon her friends and allies over a distance, and flight. Although she can turn herself transparent (not invisible!) through concentration, she can rarely do it for more than two minutes at a time. She is able to hide her wings with a glamour.
STORIES: Fairy Tale, Soul Searching, The Teamsters
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@MissKyo, Leader of the Teamsters coalition on Protector
Name: N/A
Alias: The Sinster, Poisnous, Snake
Age: N/A
Origin: Science
Archtype: Master Mind Supremus
Powers: Soldier/Dark Miasma
Sever: VICTORY
Affiliations: The Outcast, Poisnous Fang Merc. Band
History: The Snake was a covert operative back in the First Rikti War. At the time he was nothing more then a Mercenary who was hired by Crey to steal a Rikti device that was said to give magic-like powers.
When he got to the base where the so called device was, he found multipal Rikti Magus training. Based on what he saw the device was very real, and very dangerous. When he located the device he was spotted by a group of patroling Drones, which fired to kill, missed, but hit the device. This caused a magical-like explosion that engulfed Snake, the Drones, and the whole complex!
When local Heroes got to the scene they thought it was a Villain attack, and out of the rubble emerged Snake, imbuned and emmiting some sort of magic the Rikti had. Since Snakes mission was from Crey Corp., they didn't explain what happened and he was thus declared a super villain and sent to the Zig, and left to rot there, but didn't.
Currently: Today Snake is the Leader of the Poison Fang Merc. group, planing to get back at Crey and the Heroes and leaving them in a world of utter darkness. . . .
Name: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov
Aliases: V. I. Lenin, N. Lenin, R. Lenin or, as he is well known in Paragon City as, Robot Lenin.
Age: This is complicated but appears to be in his mid-forties.
Message board threads: No threads yet.
Origin, archetype and powers: A technology blaster with a sophisticated assault rifle, defensive devices and piston boots which give him running speeds of up to 80 kph
Server: Virtue
Screenshots:
- Raising the political consciousness of the robot masses
- Dismissing the reactionary propaganda of crypto-fascists
- Discussing fine points of US Federal Law
- Guest lecturing at Paragon University
- The Vanguard of Change
- Mao says, "Revolution sometimes comes from the mouth of a gun."
Robot Lenin's origin is rather complicated.(0)
Robot Lenin is not from the universe or Earth of Paragon City(1) but from a universe(2) with a similar historical background but radically different physics. For example, in Robot Lenin's universe, magic and psychic forces simply don't exist and, he has had some trouble getting used to their existence in Paragon City. Nor is Robot Lenin from our real universe(4) either. The history of his Earth departs from ours in 1924, the year of Lenin's death. His arrival on the Earth of Paragon City is quite by accident. Portal Corporation(5) scientists tuned into his universe in their attempts to seal off alternative routes from the Rikti Universe. Just before the moment of his discovery and transference to the Portal Corporation labs in Paragon, Robot Lenin was aboard a Russian space colony writing a lengthy treatise on the subject of rights for artificial organisms.
How is it possible for a man, who died in 1924 from his third and final stroke, to be found on a space station orbiting Venus in 2085?
Let us start with this obscure historical fact from early Soviet history:
After his death in 1924, Soviet cosmists, Leonid Krasin and Alexander Bogdanov proposed to cryopreserve Lenin's body and brain to resurrect him at some future date. In our universe, on our Earth, in the real world, nothing came of this.
But imagine, on the Earth of Universe Xi Xi 23-72, an allohistory where this project, buried in deepest secrecy and bureaucratic obscurity, was actually put through! Imagine if this project survived Stalin, World War II, the Cold War, the Cuban Missile Crisis and the Fall of the Berlin Wall. Imagine if the vacuum bottle containing Lenin's cryonically suspended brain passed out of the hands of a corrupt former KGB officer to a minor party of eccentric Russian techno-anarchists? Imagine if they kept this brain cold until the rise of nanotechnology and the precipice of a Vingian Singularity. Now, imagine an android Lenin reborn in a Russian space colony, armed with Gordeyev 74 piston boots, a Kalashnikov 217 rifle and a few new subversive tracts he's written, fighting to free all sapient artificial life from the hands of its organic oppressors!
This is a quotation from Robot Lenin's journal soon after his arrival in Paragon:
Quote:
Robot Lenin looks just as Vladimir Lenin looked in 1917. His android body allows him to appear as a younger man but he forgoes this because he knows the 1917 suit and cap are iconic and easily recognized. He also doesn't bother to adopt body armor or an outfit suited for greater wear and tear because the smart fabric of his three piece suit is self-repairing and his body is far more durable than his human one ever was. Often the only changes he makes in his appearance is when he carries his AK-217 or when he pulls on his Gordeyev 74 boots for running at high speeds. When indoors, in formal settings, he'll remove his cap, revealing that he is still bald.|
"My doctors, being good Russian cosmonauts, are quite prideful in telling me that I'm the first. I'm the first cryonically suspended patient, a full 43 years before Dr. James Buford was suspended in 1967. I'm not the first be revived of course. It was 1924 and the understanding of cryoprotectants was still quite primitive. Krasin and Bogdanov considered a variety of sugars, settling on a mixture of glucose and glycerin. As such the freezing damage to my brain was too extensive for me to join that first wave of revivals. Several reconstructive models had to be tested in software before the cell repair machines were sent into my skull to reverse what damage they could. "Even still, I'm not really sure I deserve the name Ulyanov. After I awoke there were noticeable gaps in my memory of those days. In my former life as a student and later as a lawyer and politician, I practiced extensively to improve my memory so, it was very disturbing to me to find these gaps. My doctors tell me that is sadly unavoidable, a consequence of the primitive freezing process my corpse underwent. "Since then, as a way of filling in the gaps, I've looked at photographs of my family, home, relatives and comrades in the struggle. I've been re-reading my works, notes and diaries that Soviet historians thought to preserve. This was somewhat successful but some things will remain forever lost to me. I think that many would agree that memory and the reaction to experience are what make a major portion of personality. A child may be born with certain tendencies and favors but change a man's memory and you change who he is fundamentally. I think the real Lenin died in 1924. I am only a reasonably good copy. "However this leaves me with the situation of who I am and how I define myself in this new life. "I've read the history of the Union of the Soviets, from my death until it dissolved in 1991. Oh! If I could have been there in 1945 at our victory over the fascists! If I could have been there in 1957 when we stunned the world with our artificial moon! We were powerful and justly viewed as an alternative to capitalism. "But if I was there when Stalin had Trotsky assassinated, if I was there at the founding of the NKVD--that was my fault. I decreed the creation of the Cheka. It was civil war but, I signed the orders for the campaign of terror against White Faction sympathizers. In the face of all the repression and death that followed, can I be allowed to change my mind? How do I say that I'm sorry? "I'm not entirely sorry. People forget what the dawn of the Twentieth Century was like. In most industrial countries unions were still illegal, women did not have franchise, ethnic minorities were barely considered human, let alone citizens, most of the world was held in the grip of exploitative, violent empires. Were we entirely wrong? Was I entirely wrong? Was there some justification for what we did in those days of October? We really believed we were trying to make a better world. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. "But now, here I am in a world where all of that seems like ancient history and, I'm not entirely sure I am that Vladimir. Further, I'm now in a world where nearly anything is possible so, to paraphrase my former incarnation: What is to be done?" |
Robot Lenin does not need sleep or food being entirely micromechanical and powered by advanced, solid-state capacitors. His brain is noticeably smaller and more efficient than a human brain and in located inn a armored container composed of solid diamond in his torso. However due to heat dissipation, size and space for backups, his mind still operates at human speeds. Robot Lenin's Earth of origin is more technically advanced than most of Paragon Earth's science. On the other hand, R. Lenin has almost no engineering or technical knowledge and thus can't repair his more advanced organs should they be damaged.
The strange magic-infused physics of Paragon Earth also plays havoc with some of his micro- and nanomechanical systems. Some of these he has had to replace with less efficient Paragon analogs. Luckily, he is no more or no less susceptible to magic than any other creature of this universe. But his lack of knowledge sometimes drives him to make unsafe assumptions and decisions. For example, he still occasionally forgets that psychically endowed minds can scry on him from remote locations without instrumentality.
His personality is outgoing, charismatic and witty but friends and associates sometime complain that his wit can often be cruel. He is a fiendishly clever disputant and can quickly tear down any opposing position that is not built on rock solid logic. He's not one to suffer fools and, with many years of experience as a politician, he's used to having his will obeyed. However, the profound transformation he underwent after his death, the cultural shock of modern technology and his learning of Russian history after 1924 has humbled him. He hasn't admitted it to anyone but he now feels directly responsible for the deaths and human rights abuses of the Soviet Union. To his dismay, these second thoughts have made him less decisive than he used to be. But, he really hasn't moved very far at all to the right. He's still quite skeptical of capitalism believing that automation can free all workers from the dull drudgery of boring, vocational labor. He now vehemently advocates that all sapient creatures, emergent or synthetic, should be given full and equal rights. If necessary, by violent revolution or armed force.
Additionally, as the artificial duplicate of a Vladimir Lenin from another universe, he has taken great pains to distance himself as having anything to do with the real Lenin of Paragon's Earth, who died and was embalmed in 1924. So far, he has not ventured back to Russia and has loudly and publicly refused all invitations to do so. This he feels is necessary for fear of introducing political upheaval in that country. In the universe of his origin he had exiled himself to space to avoid similar problems with his Russia. His secret motive for doing this was also to plot revolution for the oppressed robots of his world's present of 2085.
Actually there is a great deal about his Earth that he has yet to explain.
Footnotes:
(0) But maybe not by comic book standards!
(1) Universe Alpha Alpha 0-0 as designated by the Portal Corporation's Catalog of Cosmonymics.
(2) Designated Xi Xi 23-72 by the Portal Catalog.
(4) Luckily for us--in my opinion--Portal Corporation has not yet discovered our universe, let alone our Earth, so it has no cosmonym.
(5) "Aperture Science! We do what we must because we can!"
(6) By the way, cosmonymics is a word I coined (Only one near-miss in the search engines.) to refer to naming schemes for universes in a multiversal system. This becomes deeply problematic when realizes that there might be infinite numbers of universes and infinite, exact duplication of universes and histories. Without modern set theory it's enough to make a mathematician weep.
"Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking of them."
Name: Alvin Morris, PhD
Alias: Claws and Effect
Appearances: The Den Bar and Grill, a couple dead threads from a while back.
Claws and Effect is a claws/regen scrapper, technologically based. He has cybernetic arms which contain energy field generators. The generators are most commonly used to form scythe-shaped claws that extend 17 inches in front of his hand and extend all the way back to 6 inches past his elbow. They can also create energy waves for knocking opponents off their feet and shockwaves that send them flying. The claws themselves are formed of solid energy and have the same basic function as razor sharp metal blades of the same size.
His artificial lower legs contain pneumatic leap-assisters that can propel him several hundred yards in a single leap. He usually uses them in much shorter jumps as he has no way to control a leap of that distance and tends to smash into things on landing. They are recharged by the simple act of walking or running.
His regeneration stems from millions of nanomachines that begin to repair any damage done to organic or mineral materials almost instantaneously. It has effectively halted his aging at the apparent age of 34 and it will not repair any damage caused before their introduction to his body (scars and such) as they consider it to be it's natural state (Note: Due to that property, the nanomachines cannot be used as an outside healing agent. If they are transfered elsewhere they consider anything they encounter when first transfered to be the baseline condition, they will repair anything that occurs afterward though). The only known way to disable the nanomachines is with an electromagnetic pulse which will interrupt their functioning for long enough to damage their owner. As soon as the pulse is over the nanomachines will begin to function again within a couple minutes (they just go dormant instead of being destroyed, this was intended in their design)
Alvin has a very cynical outlook on life that comes from the destruction of his life and livelyhood at the hands of the Crey Corporation. He was once a gifted scientist in the fields of robotics, cybernetics, and nano-robotics. He designed and built his cybernetic enhancements and nanomachines by himself over a period of several years, and Crey wanted his technology to fuel their Revenant Hero project. In an attempt to sway him to their side they planted a bomb in his lab. They only wanted to destroy his work so they could offer him facilities to work out of, all with the goal of eventually killing him and keeping his work for themselves. Him being caught in the blast and disfigured wasn't part of the plan.
Without his cyber-limbs Alvin would be a quadraplegic and blind in his right eye. Thanks to the quick actions of the paramedics and surgeons from D.A.T.A., he was saved from that fate by the grafting of his own prototypes to his body within a few days of the explosion.
He is a registered hero in Paragon City, but he much prefers to work alone, or with a loose network of individuals who have similar outlooks on crime prevention. He believes that heroes are not an effective deterrent unless the criminals believe they are in real danger. This led him to the conclusion that criminals will not believe they are in real danger unless they actually are in real danger.
Hero Corps is not fond of his outlook, but as long as he doesn't cross the line from hero to true vigilante they are willing to overlook it for the time being, reprimanding him from time to time in an attempt to keep him in check.
Recently he has been suspended from duty pending an investigation into his actions on a case. A number of thugs died of injuries inflicted by Alvin when the Ziggurat infirmary teleport beacon all heroes are required to carry failed to activate when used. His attitude and general dislike of obeying the rules of his proffesion have raised questions that he may have sabotaged the beacon himself to enact a more "permanant" solution to the case at hand.
His current whereabouts are unknown as he has jammed the transponder which monitors his location. A side effect of this jamming is that if he is critically injured his own hospital teleport beacon will not activate, and he may die wherever he is. Several of the more outspoken heroes have shared the opinion that this might not be such a bad thing.
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Name: Sirrah Trana
Stage Name: Star
Current Age: 20 on earth (200 in her home)
DoB: February 14, 1989 (date of her earthfall)
City of Origin: Stockholm
Nationality: Sweden
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Eyes: Gold
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 130 lbs.
Distinguishing Features: Extremely tall and thin as a stick but surprisingly not anorexic
Current Location: Paragon City
Current Occupation: Supermodel, fights gangs and crime in secret (tries to keep people from realizing she's the one doing it)
Abilities: Powerful psionic attacks, telekinesis, psychic healing, immune to human telepathy and telempathy (her alien mind is unreadable by humans)
History: Sirrah Trana is a member of a race of alien beings that live in the sun. In her natural form, she would appear as a floating ball of light and heat. There was a war among her people, causing solar flares visible here on earth. Sirrah was a soldier, and one attack on her unit caused a solar flare that carried her and the other survivors to earth. Sirrah crashed in Stockholm. She was wounded and, after observing the form of the creatures on this planet, was able to take the shape of an infant. She was found by Hans and Karina Tranna. They adopted her and raised her as their daughter. Sirrah was able to impress her name on them but she was shocked to find she could not communicate with them further. She kept her true nature secret from her "parents" and the other humans she has come in contact with. She began searching for the others of her unit as soon as her new body was able to walk. She became a model at the age of fifteen and travelled to America at eighteen. By this time she was well known as Star, the Swedish supermodel. She has never forgotten who she is and will not give up searching for her unit and, hopefully, a way home.
Name: Unknown, the corpse's name was Amanda Wilkerson
Aliases: Quark Zombie, which is a codename assigned to her on the US Military Threat List. The entity that inhabits Wilkerson's corpse, seems unwilling to volunteer any names of its own.
Age: The corpose appears about 30, but really, this is kind of hard to discern as she is now a horrifically scarred, mummified, radioactive corpose animated by hyperspatial forces outside current scientific understanding.
Message board threads: Chateau Rouge
Origin, archetype and powers: A radioactive corruptor, a freak of science with death ray eyes and the ability to manipulate negative space-time curvatures, inertia, potential and kinetic energy at will.
Server: Virtue
Threads: Chateau Rogue, (abortively, The Crossing.)
Screenshots:
- Cold and astronomically remote, the Quark Zombie stares at us in terahertz light.
- Moving among creatures it doesn't want to kill with ionizing radiation, the Quark Zombie dons a full hazmat suit, with boots, gloves and mask.
- Able to summon large amounts of negative mass and energy, the Quark Zombie levitates, glowing with Cherenkov light.
- Its death ray eyes as its preferred weapon, the Quark Zombie kills with injurious vision.
Amanda Wilkerson was an experiemental physicist, part of a team of specialists working with the new ULTIMA apparatus outside Fargo, North Dakota. ULTIMA, which stands for Unified, Large Tensor Instantiation Array, was a giant high energy physics tool built to test predictions in the Extended Standard Model.
There was a freak occurance during the first ignition of the array and a fire broke out in the main scintillation counter assembly, just after the primary laser cooling stage. Wilkerson, the chief scientist on the team, went to investigate the damage directly. She wanted to understand what was destroying that last four years of her work, of her life.
What she found in the fire is still a mystery but, the evidence found in the aftermath was truly bizarre. It caused Wilkerson's colleague Professor Othiambe, upon seeing it, to mumble and shake his head in fear and then fall silent. When questioned, he'd only say, "No, it is fruitless and irresponsible to speculate what happened here. Mathematical methods aren't mature enough. I will not give the press lurid spook stories." He later completely changed the focus of his research, abandoning 10 years of prior work. The other members of the team reacted similarly. And in the two years since then an unspoken decision was made by the global community of physicists not to pursue research similar to the ULTIMA project.
Here is what they found in the wreckage of the fire. The assembly housing, where the fire took place, was inexplicably and intensely radioactive. The source of this radioactivity was unknown and wasn't due to any expected effects of ULTIMA operation. Cables, struts and braces, holding and cooling the instruments surrounding the reaction vessel, were sheered away in a near perfect sphere, some four meters accross, almost as if something had taken spherical bite out out of the machinary. The material that would have existed in the volume of the sphere was nowhere to be found. There was no ash, slag, rubble or debris of any kind. The material had completely disappeared.
And, at last, Amanda was found in radiation of that strange scene, dying rapidly. Her colleagues, in hazmat suits, pulled her from the wreckage as fire fighters put out the blaze and contained any toxic residue. After such intense radiation exposure, she was given a day at most to live. She should have died.
But she did not. In a special intensive care room at a nearby hospital, her body struggled its last. Then suddenly the radiation in the room intensified enormously, killing a doctor watching over her. She was the source of this radiation, that grew and grew until her bones glowed with an intense nuclear heat that should have incinerated her instantly. She rose from her burning bed with her eyes glowing with the speckles of coherent light interference. Her eyes were something not to be stared at for fear of your own blindless.
She strode across the room, body glowing with light, to the door and, with five minutes steady effort, her eyes burned right through the lock, the door handle and the door itself.
She had inhuman power. She walked slowly through the hospital leaving death in her wake. A security guard tried to shoot her and scored a hit before he collapsed dying in his own vomit. The bullet did nothing. She was not a creature of flesh and blood now. She strolled out into the night, into parking lot outside and was not seen again. The radiation trail she made ended abruptly there. It was suspected that then she performed her first space warp and teleported herself far away. In the months that followed she made further sudden apparences, gathering supplies, stealing equipment, perhaps getting her bearings for whatever plans lurked in that truly alien mind.
Her appearances become more frequent but at that point, a year since the fire, she'd fashioned a suit that contained her intense radiactivity and the death of bystanders diminished. The deaths did not stop because she had power and she had an unknown agenda. She seemed completely unconcerned with human life. We were ants for her to burn, poison and crush.
And her power appeared to be growing. Most frighteningly of all, she began to communicate with us. It was not the communication of a human mind.
"Civilization advances by extending the number of important operations which we can perform without thinking of them."
Name: Guy Tordeux
Background story
Guy use to be a Lieutenant in a large Malta cell. All that changed when an attack on his production facility altered him forever. A small team of heroes breached the entrance, but they thought they were ready. Guy joined a small group of sappers, and when one of the electric wielding heroes grabbed a sap stick and zapped the unlucky solider, his pack exploded and covered Guy in charged plasma. After recovering from the burns, he was quickly found to be mutated by the exposure, and was scheduled to be discharged. He knew what that meant for those in the anti-super group, and quickly made his escape.
Name: Phil Collins
A.K.A.: Reapor's Demon Ninja
First Apperance: Unholy Requiem
Phil Collins had a hard life growing up, constantly battling diseases that his immunity system was not capable of handleing only to have his little twin brother Timmothy Collins, Ninja's Strike, helping him cope with the trama. After being in his teens he finally grew an immunity to any disease from the past, present, or future; on top of it all he could replace and repair damaged skin and repair broken bones within seconds. Phil had a thirst for fighting, after being recruited for WWI he wanted more of this, so he signed up for any war that he can imagine, WWII, Viatnam, Korean, Iraqian, etc. After his general had imprissoned him for "Uneccessary Brutality" to an Iraqian family he was visited by a strange man in a coat. The man offered him a chance to "improve" his body and pay off his bail. Agreeing to this Phil took the chance, not knowing what was in store for him, and took the first boat in the dirrection of Rouge Islands. After going there he met a very lovely woman, Ghost Widow, who "persuaded" him to join a organization for super soilders named "Project Fury". Here Phil was strapped to a table with famous representatives like Lord Recluse, Dr. Aeon, Dr. Quadraxium, and more famous guests. A strange man in a white coat appeared before Phil and branded his arm with "Weapon V" before any of the tests began. Phil was injected with needles into his bone marrow, including his spinal cord, and was drained some strainge liquid into it. This strange metal was a mixture of both titanium, adamantium, and impervion, but due to a short dossage they became non-metalic and brittle to his bones, at first. When the tests were over Phil laid seemingly dead and cold with all of the esteemed guests hovering over him. Phil's regeneration abilities saved his life and brought him to his senses that they only wanted a weapon out of him, and fled. Killing the doctor who made him a monster and Dr. Quadraxium he broke out, and dropped into an ocean. Several months later a strange man in a big armored exoskeleton, Black Scorpion, found him floating at sea and took him in. He trained Phil in the arts of stealth and merceless slaughter and when the training was over Phil became a bounty hunter for the heads of lesser, but equally important, heroes. Black Scorpion told Phil he was ment for greater things and put him into a prision which started a flame to his story. He vows to this day to find Lord Recluse and kill him for all of the pain which was thrown upon to him and making him a monster full of vengence and anger.
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Heroes: Ninja's Strike, Weapon I
Villians: Reapor's Demon Ninja
Real Name: Dr. Moira Elayne Stern
Codename: Stern Impact
Age: 35
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'7"
Weight: "None of your bloody business."
Nationality: British/Welsh
Powers: Kinetic Manipulation and Kinetic Energy Blasts (Kin/En Defender)
Backstory:
Dr. Stern hails from an alternate dimension where the South won but emancipation still happened, and World War II never really ended, it just paused for a spell. Germany and the Confederate States of America developed the A-bomb almost simultaneously, although rather than use it right away, both sides conducted aboveground testing, and built their stockpiles.
Amidst this atmosphere of impending mutually assured destruction, both sides settled into an unofficial cease-fire. Russia withdrew into their own borders, developing their own bombs and sending only covert aid to the CSA, so as not to openly provoke the Germans. There was an uneasy peace that lasted for nearly forty years.
Then, in 1984, hostilities re-opened with a surprise attack on the United Kingdom by the Germans, using long-range atomic missiles to flatten London and the other larger cities, while follow-on bombers carpeted the rest of England, Ireland, and Scotland, rendering all three countries uninhabitable. As a teenager, Moira barely escaped from Cardiff with her life... and with a mutation from the marked rise in background radiation that resulted from such liberal use of atomics. The CSA retaliated, hammering Berlin and the surround countryside with their own atomics, as well as some kinetic strikes from secret orbital platforms. Once again, the world settled into a state of waiting and watching as armies deployed, skirmishes were fought, and each probed the weaknesses of the others.
During this time, Miss Stern became Ms. Stern, and eventually Dr. Stern, graduating from MIT with top honors in particle and theoretical physics. During this time, she had kept her mutation mostly to herself, not wanting the publicity of "being a bloody freak who can toss things around with her mind." Even so, the military took note, and recruited her and several others to form an Alpha Squadron composed of metahumans to fight the German super-science and occultism that had started to come in play since the war resumed.
On one of her missions, she recovered a large ring object from the Germans. Studying it in her lab, it became apparent that it could connect to other such devices in other worlds, possibly other dimensions through forming a quantum singularity in its center. Before her studies could be completed however, the Dark Plateau Research Facility in the Nevada desert was attacked by the Germans, using a penetrator nuke to breach the natural defense provided by the mountain over the base.
Once again, Dr. Stern was forced to run for her life, but at the bottom of an underground base, there was only one place she could go. As German shocktroops and mekanomensch closed in, she activated the portal ring's controls on random and set the base's self destruct just as she was struck from behind and lost consciousness.
She awoke in the Portal Corp facility in Paragon City with fourteen of her fellow scientists and soldiers. Of Alpha Squadron, she is the only known living member.
After months of interviews and quarantine, the FBSA finally allowed her to obtain a hero license, and while this permits her to live and work in the United States, she is still waiting for Immigration to get back to her regarding full citizenship. Currently, she is a member of the Guardian Angels and works as a professor at the Steel Canyon campus of Paragon University, and is one of those heroes who does not hide her identity from the world, a fact which has caused her some headaches at parent-teacher meetings and conferences with the Board of Regents.
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"I fail to understand why everything in this script must explode." --Teal'c
ArchStrike
Real Name: Beverly D'Angelo
Birthplace: Steel Canyon, Paragon City, Rhode Island
D.O.B.: 05-13-1943
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140lbs
Build: Athletic
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: Italian American
[u]D.A.T.A Registered:[u] May, 2007
[u]Education:[u] Accredited High School Equivalency 09/30/1964 (studied under private tutor)
Associate of Social Sciences - Paragon University 06/24/1968
Paragon Police Academy - Graduated class of 2000
[u]Training:[u] Criminal corrections proceedures, police tactics, criminal law, firearms, urban combat and hostage rescue, advanced SWAT tactics. Extensive martial arts training (cumulative 40 years+)
[u]Work History:[u] Clerk - Ziggursky Correctional Facility - 1965 to 1974
Paragon Police Department - Steel Canyon Precinct - 2000 to present
Promoted to Sgt. rank - 2004
PPD Liason attached to The Justice Guard - 05/2007 to present
Temporary re-assignment to NYPD during recent Rikti Resurgance - 07/2007 to 010/2007
[u]Quote:[u] "PPD...FREEZE!"
[u]Relatives[u] Mother - Susan(resident of Steel Canyon); Father - Samuel(Deceased)
[u]Marital Status:[u] Single
[u]Server:[u] Virtue
Beverly D'Angelo is a native of Paragon City. Born in 1943 to parents that themselves were lesser mutants (Samuel, possessing greater than normal strength...and Suzanne, possessed of high reflex quotient) that happened to also both possess regenerative factors that while not highly advanced, were formidable enough to retard cellular aging moderately. During her youth, she became familiar as kids do with her neighborhood and came to love the feeling of living in such a special city. A few of the early super heroes, and all the fascinating types of people that congregate in such an environ captured her imagination and the stories she'd hear from her father, a member of the Paragon Fire Department, instilled in her the idea of wanting to help others in some similar way.
Schooling swept by swiftly, and at the onset of her teen years it was discovered that, in fact, she too shared in not only the gifts of either of her parents, but both. As these began to assert themselves, her parents began to suspect that her genetic abnormalities might be far more pronounced than either of their own and on the advice of her councilors and friends of her father's; sought out and found a willing sifu who not only would be able to help her to focus her now growing strength and dexterity, but would attend to her schoolastic needs as an academic teacher. This was seen as doubly beneficial as in addition to receiving guidance through an overwhelmingly awkward period of life, she; by virtue of spending so much of this time out of the public school system would also be able to escape the trials suffered by metahumans at the hands of the suspicious and manipulative. Throughout this time, her discipline allowed her focus, her dexterity gave her form and grace. It was during these formative years that she found her center and began the road to self-awareness.
After recieving High School Accreditation and attaining her Associates of Social Sciences in college, she began work as a clerk at the Ziggursky Penitentiary and was successful at keeping a low profile as far as her abilities were concerned. The atmosphere was rife with the whispered rumors of the Federal Government pressing "supers" into service, and such was the death she didn't wish for. After almost a decade of work in the offices of Paragon's maximum security penitentiary, it became necessary to back off from public life for a time, spending time with her family and trusted friends, seeking pleasure and comfort in continuing her study with not only her sifu but others as her skill grew along with various low-key life pursuits that gave her a sense of purpose.
In the mid-80s, as change in the priorities of not only other people but seemingly in the entire world view began washing through society, Beverly was a witness to that which would foreshadow her destiny. It was a July afternoon's serene bustle of Steel Canyon urban life that was slashed by the sound of gunfire and the wail of a police siren. A car carrying heavily armed suspects to a local bank robbery was being chased by said unit, the vehicular acrobatics in the somewhat tight restraints of the Canyon's thorough-fares a sight to behold until a ballistic assault from the fleeing vehicle managed to disable the PPD cruiser, it losing control and violently slamming into a car nearby being driven by a mother returning home from a daycare with her child. The civilian vehicle slid insanely towards the embankment, flipping 360 degrees on it's central axis as it hit the sidewalk and implanted itself into a storefront. The crowd milling both sides of the street had thinned from the flight to safety of those nearby the accident, but stepping to the side of one particular crowd was an 80's fashion clad Beverly D'Angelo. She looked around, as the crowds nearby did, with the expectation of the swift arrival of one of the cities "Supers" that would tend to the victims and danger forthwith. A minute passed, then another, the police officer clearly unconscious and the female victim crying out for help. Yet none approached. Finally it was all she could take and Beverly ran forward, herself, first to the PPD cruiser to check it's driver and when satisfied of his condition she then raced to the akimbo addition to the storefront, it's passengers in a panic. The driver's hair was stained with running blood, the child in the back now screaming for it's mother now having passed out from shock. At once still reflexively frightened for what may come from her public display of her physical abilities and overwhelmed at the sound of the child's keening she plunged her hands into the doorframe and began a herculean effort to wrench the door free. Moments passed, with her calling out for help from a crowd that was both in shock of the non-intervention of a public "hero" and the terror that rose from seeing the undercarriage of the car she wrestled with burst forth into brilliant flame, it licking out from the ruined hood. Wrenching the door frame, finally, from the car, Beverly ripped both woman and child from the car with abandon and flung herself into the sky mere seconds before the car exploded. Witnesses would say that though they could not identify the young female hero, the communal thought that the fire somehow was angered at her intervention by it's skyward climb as if to chase the three in mid-hover was breathtaking. Placing her charges on the pavement of the street once assured by the approach of the fire department's sirens, she flung herself into the air again, removing herself from the public eye in an attempt to salvage what little chance there was for her own private life. It was the one and only time she would ever do something like that with anonymity.
It wasn't until the late '90s, having seen the fullest acceptance of metahumans into the social framework that some decades-worth of gentle cajoling by FPD officers that had become her uncles and friends finally reached her. She felt safe enough to venture out into the world at large, without fear, to openly make use of her abilities and gifts. It was then she applied to and was immediately accepted by the Paragon Police Academy, a natural result of her upbringing and outlet for her abilities. Becoming one of Paragon's finest was, to her, a life altering experience. It could be said that many super-heroes sometimes forget the day to day struggles as they're seen to attend to larger and more public events. Anyone could be a "limelight hero", but to her it seemed that far fewer could honestly wear the shield and excel. Being a part of the "Blue Line" and sharing in that dedicated group of professionals, mirroring that of her father's on the FPD was her goal, and achieve it she did with full marks.
It was a scant few short years later that fate would step in and deliver a near mortal blow to her spirit.
The Rikti Invasion was swift, savage, and destructive for the world on a level that was nearly impossible to believe. Tested to the breaking point, the greatest heroes of the world were catapulted into the fight for survival against an enemy they barely had a defense for. Emergency services were drained and everyone that could, did what they could. That was never more firmly said about any than the Fire/Police/Emergency Services of Paragon City. Even to this long lived woman, having survived three major world conflicts, the ferocity and suddenness of this newest aggressor was completely overwhelming. During the fighting, as she stood with Hero's, SWAT, and National Guard alike, civilian rescues were being attempted even in the midst of the heaviest combat. It was during such a hazardous rescue attempt that her Father's engine crew was ambushed by a Rikti assault platoon mere moments before she and other defense forces could shield them. It was also during the initial volleys of the invasion that her long time boyfriend, Micheal D. Parks, a reporter for the Paragon Times was lost and believed killed while attempting to gather information from the combat zone personally. Their loss both shook this formidable woman to her very core, and yet provided the fuel with which she would find the strength to carry on in the face of such a determined and voracious foe. Their memory, and the memory of their loss, carry on with her to this day.
During the combative occupation of the city, Arch served with valor as a meta-human member of what were termed "cleaner squads". In the chaos of the fighting, it was seen that formulaic military maneuvers were of little use and that reclamation of the city was only going to be achieved by the supers-population being supported by strong individual squads of military or other similarly skilled combat veterans waging the war on the ground in ways that would keep the Rikti guessing as to the plan of the day, or more precisely the next main attack point. In serving with these unsung heroes, "norm" and meta alike, she experienced the horrors of war that so few talk about but that many in those days did. Resonating within the young woman, it's a set of memories and personal pains that have buried themselves deeply into her psyche and memory, reverberating loudly far into the future.
Following the war, she stayed as she had been, in the local police precinct of Steel Canyon, now barricaded by War-Walls and trying to assist as best she could with the reconstruction and providing of protection and relief during the reclamation of the world.
During a performance assessment, some years after the Rikti Invasion, it was found that during the intervening years, with so many more "supers" becoming "capes" and tending to the criminal element, that the PPD and it's forces were somehow being overshadowed in the populaces opinion. There began to grow a small but vocal minority of the Municipal Police that were feeling resentful of supers, feelings of alienation by those they had sacrificed alongside building to levels never even thought of in this world. It was during this assessment that the Mayor's office, in co-operation with Freedom's Phalanx and the PPD hierarchy decided that some "supers", Officer D'Angelo being one, should be reserved to other assignments more in line with their abilities to allow the feelings of alienation to subside rather than risk division in the ranks of the city's primary law enforcement service.
Thus, Officer D'Angelo; nicknamed by SWAT personel and now officially registered with D.A.T.A as the hero ArchStrike; was assigned liason duty with a SuperGroup that was being reopened and restaffed. As the official PPD Liason and a Commander within the newly reemerged SG: The Justice Guard, she serves Paragon and still continues to carry the determination and love of others that she hopes her father would be proud of.
[u]Powers:[u]
Advanced Metahuman Strength - Being a mutant, her own biology is what seems to be the single limiting factor as far as physical strength is concerned. The tensile strength of her musculature is on par with some of the most advanced polyalloy myomer known to current science but still requires chemical energy to produce metahuman effects. By reports, she's demonstrated the ability to snap-kick the diesel engine of an eighteen-wheeled rig several hundred yards, followed by ripping the driver's side door off to get at the driver.
Highly Advanced Regeneration - From the birthright of her ancestry, in this woman rests the ability to regenerate what would be wildly fatal wounds or damage and is so rapid in pace that she begins regeneration immediately upon suffering damage. This gives the illusion of her being invulnerable...but it's only an illusion. She can still be shot, crushed, fried, etc...however it's believed that nothing short of massive tissue disintegration or disruption, or long-term exposure by damaging forces powerful enough to knock the young woman unconscious are capable of overcoming this marvel of genetic power. Viral and bacteriological infection is almost unheard off in her family line, and it is the same in her history. In addition to vastly more advanced damage regeneration, tests have shown that not only does this ability affect higher systems in her body, but also on her very DNA itself. Oxidation and protein breakdown that is known to be a primary and prominent cause of the natural aging process in non-mutative humans is itself hindered, if not repaired completely by this advanced cellular mechanism, the upper limit of which is currently not known.
Pronounced Reflexes and Dexterity - Her physiology mixed with an abnormal amount of physical training (owing to her having an extended period of what is known as "peak physical health") have given Arch finely honed balance, response time, and a pronounced hand/eye ratio.
Martial Arts Training - Having trained martial arts for nigh-on four decades and having such a natural talent and control of her body has lent to an exceptional mastery of both the "hard" and "soft" methodologies of Japanese judo and aikido; respectfully; as well as Chinese martial arts styles that include hapkido, shaolin and wing chun kung fu, the latter of the assemblage being favored by default and in the Nei Jai style; mostly allowing opposing combatants to attack first thus remaining in line with her ethics as a police officer. With these in her arsenal, Officer D'Angelo is exceptionally well-armed for almost any hand-to-hand situation.
Ground-level Superspeed(Limited) and Flight - After being assigned the task of defending the Terra Volta reactor from and impending Sky Raider attack, Officer D'Angelo's mutative factors were ignited yet again, bestowing upon her an as-of-yet unexplainable ability to fly, at rather high velocities and to also achieve superhuman speed on foot, the latter being an ability she's only capable of utilizing for body movements or in short distance motions; an example of which would be her signature coup'de grace, a double-fisted, charging, body blow. The appearance of said mutual ability is less pronounced than her previous talents, but yet still bears mentioning as she's naturally incorporated said abilities into her arsenal.