ok writing dude
the link in my signature is to yellow jack. technology elec/elec blaster. he is intended to be 23 years old and human. write a good story
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ok writing dude
the link in my signature is to yellow jack. technology elec/elec blaster. he is intended to be 23 years old and human. write a good story
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ok writing dude
the link in my signature is to yellow jack. technology elec/elec blaster. he is intended to be 23 years old and human. write a good story
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Yeah, I was thinking the same thing, but didn't want to turn this thread into something like that.
@Kedeawyth
Co-leader of Vae Victus Sinistus (Freedom/Infinity)
Virtue
Exorii: Lvl 50 Kat/Elec Stalker, fully IO'd, T4 Incarnate
SG: Hands of Ashra
Don't worry guys! I love a challenge. 
Welcome to the thread Doleth, BAS and Ralok_one, I'll see what I can do for you.
well you have caught my attention as well Id love to see what you can come up with 
Ive wanted to write a story on him but I have no idea where to start lol so maybe you can help me out
Background:
Name - his hero name is mysterious flame his identity is Michael
Screenshots - theres alot lol
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Origins -Mutation
Powersets - fire/elec blaster super speed
History - i just know I want his mutation to either him be born with it or happens mysteriously not much to work with I know.
Style - kind of like a prologue to comic if that makes sense?
The Kitchen Sink - but his identity is like he is a punk with black hair with blue streaks in it he wears a spike necklas black bondage pants and a black muscle shirt his eyes have no black in them just pure white. his build is athletic. I kinda of want him to be a troubled kid but not to troubled just say about the age of 16 or so his mother died and he had to move in with his father in which he does not like. he is about 18 and a senior in high school. his place of employment is a pizza joint. his station is where you cut the pizza. he is that fastest in the store his height being about 6 2 weighing in around 160 or so pure muscles
awsome im looking foreward to this
Hey Deathtrip, glad you liked it!
Welcome to the thread Mysterious Flame.
Now, Twisting Nether,
Here is the origin of Sarah Pike which I hope you will like. Because you put two villains in for the price of one, I'm going to drop Temporal Strike down the order a little and work on origins for a couple of other folks first. Hope you don't mind.
Here goes:
The Origin of Sarah Pike
(Or: Hell hath no fury like a woman thorned)
Doctor Sarah Pike stood in her laboratory at Paragon University looking down at the end of her marriage and her career. On the bench in front of her was a letter from the University's Review Board terminating her grant due to 'unacceptable risks' and 'inadequate proofs' involved in her research into controlling and accelerating plant cell-division. Beside it sat an expensively wrapped bouquet of long-stemmed roses from her husband that had just been delivered. The note that had accompanied them was in her hand. In it her husband apologised profusely for his 'indiscretion' with Sarah's lab assistant, Emily.
White-faced, Sarah slowly tore the note into tiny shreds and tossed them aside. She strode across the room to the security vault where her records were kept. Keying in the code she opened it and pulled out an unmarked aluminium case.
Putting it down on the bench Sarah opened it and stared at the culmination of her life's work: the Phytogenesis Gauntlets. They were heavy black gloves packed with integrated nanocircuits. Metallic bands circled the wrists and contained projectors that generated bio-fields that could be tuned to resonate with all forms of plant-life. They were untested prototypes with an experimental control system that interfaced directly with the wearer's nervous system.
Sarah hesitated for a moment but then her anger rose up, swamping her fears and she slipped the heavy gloves on. She felt a faint tingling as induction circuits synchronised with the nerves beneath her skin. Then her senses extended out into the room. She could feel individual spores floating in the air and the vigorous growth of the seedlings she cultivated for her experiments.
Then she doubled over, gasping in pain as her new senses touched the roses lying on the bench. The cut flowers, severed from their roots and slowly dying, radiated intense distress that Sarah could hardly bear. She reached out a shaking hand and the blooms began to writhe within their wrapping paper.
Somehow the anguish of the dying plants and the pain of betrayal burning within her heart fused and become one. The thorny stems of the roses lengthened, splitting into tendrils that curled up and around her outstretched hand. Twining around the Gauntlet the tendrils grew quickly until they reached the sleeve of her labcoat. Hungry for nutrients the questing tendrils extruded fine rootlets that separated and absorbed the cloth fibres. Almost instinctively, Sarah guided the growth of the mutated rose stems, weaving the tendrils into a tight mesh that covered her body as her lab coat and the clothing beneath were absorbed.
At the same time, other tendrils were spreading throughout the laboratory, some infiltrated electronic equipment, where microscopic filaments destroyed microchips and shattered hard-drives, while the paper printouts in the security vault, the last existing records of Sarah's work, were quickly absorbed by the burgeoning plant growth.
Sarah stood in the centre of a green web of thorny vines, and she felt them curling around water-taps and diving into basins set along one side of the laboratory. They quickly infiltrated the building's water and drainage pipes, sinking into the earth beneath the building, finding rich sources of minerals and water, accelerating their growth exponentially.
Intoxicated by the feelings of power and vitality generated by the plants surrounding her, Sarah increased their growth rate even more. Her anger turned into an intense hunger for destruction. The vines thickened, their thorns growing even longer as they punched through the walls of the room and began to spread through the building, causing chaos and mass panic amongst her former fellow scholars and students. Alarms began to ring and someone activated the fire-sprinklers. Laughing Sarah turned her face up to the cold spray, feeling the moisture feed and strengthen her creation.
Sirens began to wail as police and other emergency vehicles entered the University grounds. Lost within her own green world, Sarah barely noticed them until burning agony knocked her to the ground, stunned and disoriented. Thick smoke began to fill the room as men and women in the red and white uniforms that marked them out as Longbow agents rushed in.
Coughing, Sarah threw up one arm and dozens of razor-sharp thorns sprouted from the living material sheathing her fore-arm. Suddenly a deadly hail of those thorns shot across the room. Two Longbow agents went down, bleeding from many small cuts but several others ducked and weaved, and avoided injury. Outside the room their fellows fought back the thrashing vines with flamethrowers. Unable to block out the terrible damage the flaming gel caused to the vines, Sarah screamed in outrage before passing out.
She awoke several hours later to the sound of a police officer banging on the door of her cell.
"Wake up, Pike. Your lawyer's here to speak with you."
Confused, Sarah sat up. She was dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit and not surprisingly the authorities had confiscated her Gauntlets.
A slender, well-dressed young man stepped into her cell. He carried a folding chair that he placed in the centre of the room, then he sat down facing her. Glancing back at the door he produced a small device that he clipped to the lapel of his suit.
"There, that should scramble any surveillance or recording devices they've got set up." He smiled thinly at Sarah.
"What? Who are you?"
"Hillary Spencer. I represent someone who has been very interested in your work for quite some time, Doctor Pike. Your recent demonstration of the, ah, practical applications of your research was quite impressive. Unfortunately it has also alarmed the authorities and I'm afraid that you will be facing jail time over this incident."
"I don't care. I've already lost everything I ever cared about. It doesn't really matter." Sarah hung her head in despair.
"Now, now, Doctor Pike. Sarah. Never give up. My employer might be a reclusive person, " Spencer smiled briefly, "but he respects power and you had power back there in that laboratory. Real power. You felt it and all the possibilities it opened up before you. Power to show your peers the true value of your work. Power to show how worthless and insignificant your husband really is."
Sarah looked up, transfixed by Spencer's dark, suddenly intense gaze.
"Yes," she said softly. Even without the Gauntlets her body still remembered the sensation of bonding with those plants, how vividly alive and free she had felt.
"We recommend you plead guilty, Doctor. The evidence is overwhelming in any case, and a guilty plea will mean you will be transferred to Zigursky within the week. My employer is putting in place the necessary preparations to truncate your sentence and transfer you to a jurisdiction where you can continue your work and the authorities can't reach you. As a sign of good faith, we will re-unite you with your Gauntlets just before extraction. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mr. Spencer. I understand completely." Filled with a new confidence, she reached out and shook his hand. She was determined to show all those who had betrayed her, professionally and personally, that Sarah Pike was a force to be reckoned with.
Condensed ID Card version:
Doctor Sarah Pike is a leading botanist and geneticist. She is also a very angry woman. After her tenure and funding at Paragon University was revoked because of the risks involved in her research she thought she had hit rock-bottom.
Then she discovered her husband in the arms of her lab assistant.
Donning her prototype Phytogenesis Gauntlets she created gigantic thorny vines that destroyed her laboratory and all of her records and threatened to wreck the entire Genetic Sciences building before they were destroyed by Longbow Flamethrowers.
She was arrested and sentenced to ten years in the Zigursky Penitentiary where agents from Arachnos contacted her and indicated that Lord Recluse was very interested in her research. They handed her the Phytogenesis Gauntlets that they had smuggled in and told her to prepare herself for a breakout...
You, sir, are a machine...
Excellent work!
Ok, I really suck at coming up with origin/bio's for my characters, lets see what you can do for this guy. He's a Thugs/poison Master Mind.
Toxin du jour (a natural born leader (assault, tactics, vengeance)) is an American chief (or some other culinary artist) that was traveling around the world with his entourage showing off his fantastic skills, when he was (poisoned? He's a magic origin so it would be a magical attempted murder.) by a jealous competitor. (Possibly his entourage was effected also?)
I leave it completely open to you. Feel free to give him a civilian name, he uses super jump and has no attacks of his own, other then his secondary. I'm thinking this should be humorous and light hearted. Leo, his bruiser is always complaining about his equal share when he does all the work, and every one complains about Anton's obsession with fire.
Guess I should introduce the crew; Leo the bruiser, Gaston & Lucas the 2 enforcers, Bruno, Serge, and the pyro Anton.
Have fun with it.
Edit: an after thought, the whole crew loves to party and the Ladies swoon over the 2 charismatic enforcers.
Toxin du jour
the crew
That, my friend, was a work of art!! It perfectly reflected her hatred towards her former employers and husband. I particularly like the use of the rose sheath for Thorny Assault. I bow before your great origin writing skills 
@Kedeawyth
Co-leader of Vae Victus Sinistus (Freedom/Infinity)
Virtue
Exorii: Lvl 50 Kat/Elec Stalker, fully IO'd, T4 Incarnate
SG: Hands of Ashra
Thanks Twisting Nether, I have to admit I impressed myself when that particular inspiration hit!
I thought I'd put up an updated list of the queue so everyone knows where they stand:
Kid's Blade - BAS
Yellowjack - Ralek_one
Temporal Strike - Twisting Nether
Mysterious Flame - Mysterious Flame
Comrade Hero - SuperMaoriFulla (external request)
Toxin du jour - Fragyou
Doleth - don't panic! I haven't forgotten you, in fact you can find the Neighbourhood Archer's origin right here! Hope you like it!
The Origin of the Neighbourhood Archer
Darkness fell as Waruhiu Stevenson pushed his wheelchair across the cracked, uneven sidewalks of King's Row. A powerfully built black man, with a patch over his right eye, his hesitancy negotiating some of the obstacles showed he had not been wheelchair-bound for very long. The dark skin of his bare arms was criss-crossed with scars and his legs dangled uselessly as he struggled along.
A passing car a couple of streets away briefly bathed him in a flash of bright light and he stopped, his eyes clamped shut, shuddering as a panic attack swept over him. In his mind's eye he could see a similar flash made by a falling Clockwork Oscillator, just before it landed right beside him as he walked home from the bar where he had worked. He could not remember the explosion itself, his memory was blank until he awoke in Chiron Memorial Hospital much later surrounded by doctors and Freedom Corps lawyers representing the heroes who had been battling the Clockwork at the time.
The explosion had showered him in red hot shrapnel, several pieces of which he still carried inside his body. The largest piece had lodged near his spine in an inoperable location, leaving him paralysed from the waist down, while another piece had blinded his right eye. The Freedom Corps had provided compensation that covered all of his expenses but his recovery was a long and painful process. This meant that Makori, Waruhiu's younger brother and all the family he had left after their parent's car accident, had to move into a foster-home.
After several months of rehabilitation involving physiotherapy, counselling, and even archery to help keep him motivated, Waruhiu had finally come home to King's Row. Only to be told that Makori had run away from his carers and had joined the Skulls street-gang.
Waruhiu had been searching the streets surrounding his neighbourhood for hours with no luck, and now that it was getting dark he began to worry. The streets were not safe after dark for anyone, let alone a man in an wheelchair with no protection except for a practice bow and several target point arrows.
Rolling past a dark alley, Waruhiu caught a hint of movement in the corner of his eye. He turned awkwardly and rolled forward, certain he could hear voices.
"Hey wheelie! You are in the wrong place and the wrong time, my friend." Several youths dressed in dark street clothes stepped out of the shadows that filled the alley. Most of them wore skulls covering the upper half of their faces. Many of them carried crude weapons: knives, baseball bats, and even sledgehammers.
"Let's have some fun with our new toy, guys, soften up this big, bad cripple." Their leader stepped forward and raised what looked like a gun. There was a loud pop and two small darts shot out and hit Waruhiu in the chest. Before he could react there was a hissing crackle and thousands of volts of electricity jolted through his body. The cruel laughter of the Skulls filled the alley as he toppled, twitching, out of his wheelchair.
Yo, Mak! Get up here!. Here's your chance to join us for real. We're going to let you make your first kill, kid."
Waruhiu could do nothing but groan as a short, slim figure forced its way through the crowd of Skulls, stopping suddenly to stand over him.
"Waruhiu?"
"Mak-Makori!"
"What are you waiting for Mak? Kill him! Then we can go and choose a casket for you."
"No, I can't Kneecrusher. He's my brother!"
"What? What difference does that make? Didn't he abandon you like you said?"
"It doesn't matter, I can't kill him." Makori's voice trembled with fear as he struggled to stand up to the Skulls.
Kneecrusher's voice was a threatening growl as he turned to face Makori. "Kid, you do NOT say no to the Skulls." He reached out to grab Makori by the neck. "You are going to watch your precious brother die slowly, here in this alley. Then we are going to find some other loser and I will ask you again. You won't get a second chance. Time to learn the real rules of life and death, Mak."
Kneecrusher pulled the trigger of the taser and once again electricity ripped through Waruhiu's body. This time it did not stop and Waruhiu could feel the metal fragments in his body heating up and there was a burning sensation in his back that grew more and more intense as his body thrashed on the ground. Then his back arched and he screamed in agony as he felt pieces of shrapnel shift inside his body.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and he fell silent, his body as limp as a rag doll. The Skulls gathered round to admire their handiwork, their laughter and chatter drowning out a faint humming sound.
The hum grew louder and louder until Waruhiu suddenly leapt to his feet. He stood firmly upright, his right eye now surrounded by a metallic plate. Looking down he saw the two taser darts still embedded in his chest. In a blinding flash, a pure bolt of electricity shot through the wires away from Waruhiu and slammed into Kneecrusher, knocking him right across the alley. The fine wires had vaporised and Waruhiu yanked the smoking darts out of his chest.
As the Skulls backed away in surprise, Waruhiu bent down and retrieved his bow and arrows from his chair. Straightening and drawing the bow in one smooth action he took aim, his new right eye piercing the dark shadows of the alley. Effortlessly he loosed shaft after shaft, each shot knocking a weapon out of a Skull's hand but he soon ran out of arrows. Made confident by their superior numbers, they tried to rush him in the narrow alley but a crackling wall of electricity sprang up shocking several of them senseless.
Finally, discovering that Kneecrusher had already fled the scene, the rest of them ran as well, dragging their fallen comrades away, leaving Waruhiu alone in the alley with Makori.
"It's your choice, Makori," Waruhiu said gravely, as the electric wall slowly disappeared, "go with them and kill or stay with me and live."
Without hesitating Makori ran to his brother, grabbing him tightly and bursting into tears. Holding Makori tightly, Waruhiu watched the last of the Skulls flee. He knew they would be back. This neighbourhood, no this whole city needed help, just like his brother. Waruhiu could not stand aside while his family and friends were threatened, especially now that he had the power to do something about it, even if he did not fully understand where that power came from.
He looked down at his bow and smiled. Although he had never been very mechanically minded before, suddenly he was full of ideas on how to improve the range and power of his bow, and he would definitely have to design some more effective arrows as well. Where these powers and strange ideas were coming from were worries for another day.
Putting his arm around Makori's shoulders he turned for home. The wheelchair lay abandoned and forgotten in the alley behind them until a Clockwork Cog dropped from its hiding place on a fire-escape and began to drag it away.
Condensed ID Card version:
Waruhiu Stevenson has lived in King's Row all his life. The death of his parents when he was 18 left him in charge of his younger brother Makori. Dropping out of school he worked to support his family until he was badly injured by shrapnel from an exploding Clockwork Oscillator.
Compensation from the Freedom Corps paid his medical expenses but Waruhiu was left with a Clockwork powercell lodged in his spine and was unable to walk. While he recovered his brother was put into a foster-home.
During his rehabilitation he practiced archery. He returned home wheelchair-bound to find his brother had run away and joined the Skulls.
While searching for his brother he was attacked and the Clockwork powercell reactivated, flooding his body with electricity. He regained the use of his legs and discovered he could now fire arrows with uncanny accuracy. He could also generate electrical fields which he used to rescue his brother. He registered as a hero to defend his family as the Neighborhood Archer.
WOW! just WOW! this is great! no, this is awesome! Thank you very much, this is one hell of a origin story! Are you a professional writer or are you just that good? His story is just perfect, his motivation are very belivable and his personnality make him a great guy. Thanks again, next time I need help with a character, I'll ask you again.^^
I don't post much, but this is too great of an opportunity to miss! My char Wyndsong would really love a new bio. Here's some info:
Real Name - Lornis
Origin - Magic
Powerset - Storm/Sonic
History - [Taken from my existing bio] "At the dawn of creation, the goddess Gaia emerged from the yawning void of space, as the first Child of Chaos. Wrapped in the silence of oblivion, she was scared and confused; weak and alone. Days passed and her loveless heart began to ache. Months, years and centuries followed; and still she had no one. But with time her magic grew strong, and she was able to bring forth Uranus, the starry sky, out of her own self, as her equal, to cover her, the hills and the fruitless deep of the sea. The consequence of such powerful sorcery, however, was unforeseen, and with a flash of lightning, all the lonliness and bitter resentment Gaia had felt released itself alongside Uranus."
Er, that's it. I didn't even get to finish it >< So I'll just summarize the rest. Basically, all that lonliness and whatever manifests as a huge raging storm, and together Gaia and Uranus battle it for like a century. When they finally cage it up in Tartarus, they see it growing only stronger in the damp darkness. So Gaia reseals it inside the purest soul she can find, where its negative energies are neutralized by the good entombing it. That rare soul belongs to the beautiful harpy, Wyndsong!
Now, there are only supposed to 3 harpy sisters, so I had to fit in Wyndsong somehow. I found it interesting that in early Greek mythology harpies were seen as gentle, beautiful creatures, then somewhere down the line their image changed into monstrous she-demons for no apparant reason. Within my own rendition of Greek myth, I squeezed in Wyndsong as their fourth and youngest sister, who, after being infused with a part of Gaia, collapses and falls unconscious. Her sisters stay with her through the entire night at her bedside, where they are exposed to the negative energy surrounding Wyndsong that has yet to completely absorb into her soul; this "darkness" is what changes them into monstrous she-demons, for which Wyndsong feels tremendous guilt.
Being part-goddess, Wyndsong is naturally immortal too, like Statesman and has been around a long time, even during the Invasion. When the Rikti reared their ugly heads, however, she mean't to fight them, but as she approaches Paragon for the first time, the psionic presence of the Rikti disturbs her control over Gaia's destructive feelings, and she was forced to retreat. She's since emerged again, stronger now, and has come to Paragon City once more as one of it's newest heroes.
Anyway, you can include however much of that as you want. If you wanna change things around to make the story more interesting, I urge you to do so. Thanks so much, I really look forward to what you write!!
Pics -
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I'm next! Can't wait, man, you have some awesome work!!!
Scarf_Girl�s Official Kid Brother!
Glad you liked it Doleth. Alas, I haven't convinced anyone to give me cash for my writing yet, so I'm just doing it for the pure joy of creation at the moment.
Welcome to the thread Kroen, I like the look of Wyndsong, and a couple of ideas are already percolating.
Hey BAS! No pressure or anything! 
I've found that Natural origins are the hardest origins to write, because you can't rely on the 'crutch' of fantasy or science fiction - you've actually got to write fairly realistic characters who do extraordinary things. I think I'm over the hump though with Kid's Blade and progress is being made.
Alas my two weeks of holidays ended this week so I'm back at work (flat out!) so I doubt I'll keep up the story a day of last week but I'll do my best to keep writing as much as I can. This is too much fun to stop now!
For the moment, here is a little distraction to make you guys smile while you wait:
Top ten rejected inventions from Grey Scribe's Multiversal Mall
Catch you guys soon!
Hey BAS!
Here it is. I think I might have pushed the 'Natural' origin a little towards the 'Magic' end of the spectrum, but in the end, what could be more natural than a mother's love?
I hope you enjoy the story!
The Origin of Kid's Blade
In one of the finer old houses in Paragon City sunlight streamed through stained glass into a long, high-ceilinged, oak-panelled room. The fencers moved back and forth in a graceful display of speed and dexterity. Then the shorter combatant lunged forward, deflected the foil of his opponent and scored a hit cleanly in the centre of his rival's chest.
"And match!" He pulled off his protective mask revealing a young, smiling face.
"Well done, Master Gabriel!" The taller man pulled off his mask and wiped the sweat from his brow. "You really pushed me hard today."
"Thanks Julien, that means a lot coming from you. Want to have another go?"
"No, Master Gabriel. I have something very special to show you. Your parents asked me to give it to you on your birthday. So get cleaned up and meet me in the Library."
Gabriel was anxious to know what Julien had to show him, and also to hear more about his parents as he had so few memories of them. So he showered and dressed in record time, running down the seemingly endless corridors of the Ulrich mansion to the Library. Panting a little from the exertion, he paused at the door, gathered his composure and stepped inside.
Julien was waiting for him, standing next to the table, his hand resting on a long case made of polished wood.
"Come here, Master Gabriel."
Struck by the tone of solemnity in Julien's voice, Gabriel stepped forward. As he approached, Julien opened the case, revealing an interior lined with red velvet. Resting on the velvet was a sword in a dark, undecorated sheath.
"This is Fox-tail."
Gabriel looked up in surprise at Julien, "My mother's sword?"
"Yes. I have tried to keep your memories of your parents alive, Master Gabriel, but there was so much of their lives that I could not tell you, that you were not ready to hear. Until now. Please, take a seat."
Gabriel sat silently, drinking in Julien's voice as he talked about Gabriel's parents. Some of it he knew: that they were heroes who had fallen in the Rikti War, fighting to protect the world from the alien invaders. But Julien explained that they came from a long line of heroes known as the Scions of the Blade. A fellowship that traced its roots back to legendary figures such as Zorro, Cyrano and even Arthur. His parents had sworn to defend truth and justice with courage, honour and steel. Like many Scions before them, his parents had given their lives in upholding that oath.
Julien leaned forward, his eyes intently studying Gabriel's face.
"Now, Master Gabriel, you must decide if you wish to take that same oath, wield your mother's sword and follow in their footsteps as a Scion of the Blade."
Gabriel met Julien's intense scrutiny with a steady gaze and replied firmly, "I am ready."
Julien picked up the case and held it out to Gabriel. "Take up Fox-tail then and draw it."
Gabriel picked up the katana and grasping the hilt drew it from its scabbard. It was heavier than the fencing foil he had wielded earlier, but it was so perfectly balanced that it felt like a feather against his palm. As he looked at the light shimmering along the razor-sharp edge of the blade, Gabriel was struck by the purity of the sword's form. It was metal, forged and shaped and honed to do one thing and one thing only: Cut.
It had more than a physical presence though. Gabriel could feel the moral weight of wielding such a blade. Of holding the choice of life and death in his hands. For a moment that realisation paralysed him and he almost handed the blade back to Julien, but then he heard it. His mother's voice.
Gabriel, my son. I am so proud of you and I love you so much.
Shocked, Gabriel almost dropped the sword, but his trembling fingers tightened on the hilt just in time.
"Mum! Where are you? Are you alive? Is Dad there?" Gabriel's voice cracked as anguish ripped through him.
His mother's voice was a soothing whisper in his mind as she replied. Your father is here, Gabriel, but he cannot speak to you. It is part of the legacy of the Scions that our spirits are tied to the blades we wield so that knowledge can be passed on to the next generation. I can speak to you as I am now only because you hold Fox-tail. You would have to find your father's blade to hear his voice and that was lost during the war against the Rikti.
Gabriel's eyes filled with tears that spilled down his face. "I've missed you both so much."
Both of us have been watching you grow up, Gabriel, and now I have the chance to watch over you and protect you as much as I can. Fox-tail is no magic sword that can cut through stone or burn with holy fire. But it is a true blade that never failed me, even unto death, and I know you are ready to bear such a weapon. My guidance and love will do much to deflect harm from you, but ultimately your life is in your own hands. It is up to you to use your skills and heart to find your true destiny as a Scion of the Blade.
Gabriel looked up and was surprised to see tears in Julien's eyes as well. "I will, Mother, I swear it."
Condensed ID Card version:
Gabriel Ulrich was 12 years old when he learned his parents were Scions of the Blade. The Scions were a legendary group of swordfighters dedicated to truth and justice whose origins stretched back into prehistory.
Presented with 'Fox-tail', the katana wielded by his mother, Gabriel finds himself the focus of a destiny greater than anything he can imagine. Armed with Fox-tail and his natural speed and skills, his mother's guardian spirit enables him to survive the deadliest of attacks and strike back with lethal precision.
Determined to uphold his parents' legacy, he joins the fight against evil in Paragon City as: Kid's Blade.
!!! That, sir, is SA-WEET! I love it!!! Thank you so much, its just too perfect! Thanks again man!!!
Scarf_Girl�s Official Kid Brother!
I think I might be wanting another one of your master pieces, Grey.
Let me know if you're interested and I'll get ya what you need to know.
Hi there! Been following this thread, and I think that I have a character that would benefit from your pen (or in this case keyboard). It is my character in the Paragon University thread.
Hero Name: Lady Redbird
Origin: Mutation
Powerset: Sonic/Sonic Defender
History: Dinah Franks grew up in Templeton, Iowa after she was given up for adoption at the age of four and taken in by the Franks family. She was your typical awkward teenager, but there was one thing she was very good at: she could sing beautifully. During a choir concert her senior year of high school during a solo, her mutant sonic abilities came to the forefront, the power amplified by the speakers and injured several of the concertgoers. Cleared of any wrongdoing (it was ruled an accident), she spent the rest of the school year a pariah of the school community. After she graduated, she went to Iowa State University, when during a biology class, one of the star baseball players played a practical joke by dropping a dead frog into her experiment beaker. She freaked out and screamed, her sonic powers going off again, and shattered the containers holding several volatile chemicals, which mixed and caught fire. The university ruled that she was too much of a danger to the university and forcibly transferred to Paragon University and register as a heroine. She chose the name Lady Redbird as a homage to The Scarlet Songbird (her heroic idol).
A bit more backstory: Caryn Hawke, the woman who was The Scarlet Songbird (who retired from heroing shortly after the Rikti Invasion and is now a plainclothes agent for the FBSA), is actually Dinah's real mother, who gave Dinah up for adoption fifteen years earlier when a organized crime head named Stephan DiMarco found out that The Scarlet Songbird had a child. Caryn came home from patrol early one night and checked on Dinah to find a bomb under the child's bed. The device went off shortly after they got out of the house. Caryn put the child up for adoption to protect the child from any other reprisals. Dinah does NOT know that her real mother was The Scarlet Songbird or the reason Caryn gave her up for adoption.
Lady Redbird Picture
Love to see what you do with the story, and thanks in advance.
Ashes to ashes,
Pheonyx
Edit: Finally got it as a clickable link... this software boggles me sometimes.
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Welcome back, Doc Kro! Please hit me with the info and I'll add you to the queue.
Welcome to the thread Pheonyx, Lady Redbird looks great, I'll do my best!
Now, Ralok_one. Here is the story for Yellow Jack. I hope you like it.
The Origin of Yellow Jack
It was a tough life living on the streets of King's Row. You could never go to sleep outside without risking waking up with a Clockwork Cog digging in your mouth for your fillings. I was only fifteen when my Dad kicked me out for using drugs. Nothing heavy like Supes, but I stopped using when my money ran out in any case. Unfortunately, my Dad and I were equally stubborn so I never went back home either.
The Clockwork weren't the only dangers. The pressure to join gangs like the Skulls or the Hellions was immense, but I managed to play them off against each other and keep a precarious position in the middle, running odd-jobs for both sides.
Still, I preferred to find my own spot for spending the night, somewhere nice and secluded. It was a only dark, dirty corner in a yard behind an electrical goods store, but it was dry and there were plenty of cardboard boxes and I was proud to call it home. Which is why I was so upset to find someone else had moved in when I came back one night.
"Flux Capacitors! Who the Heisenberg are you?" A large, bearded figure loomed out of the shadows at me, glaring at me with bloodshot grey eyes and coughing like a chain-smoker.
"I'm Eddie, and what are you doing in my spot?"
"Your spot? This is my particular patch of the space-time continuum young man!"
"Well, I was here first. Look, there's all my stuff, and that's my jacket you're wearing!"
"This? This is legitimately claimed salvage collected during a scientific survey!" He started coughing again, doubling over and pressing the sleeve of my jacket across his mouth. When he straightened up we both could see the blood speckling the material.
"Hey gramps, you're not looking so great, I think I better take you to the clinic."
"Gramps?! Gramps?! I'll have you know I am a Professor of -," his remaining words were lost in another fit of coughing. It was bad and brought him to his knees.
I moved over to support him and his body was feather-light, he was just skin and bones under several layers of clothing. He was struggling to breath and didn't have the strength to resist as I dragged him round the corner to the local free clinic. I was wishing that the medical teleport network was for everyone and not just heroes by the time I got there.
Before I handed him over to the nurse, I pushed six dollars into his hands, it was all the money I had, but I could always find more and he looked like he needed it a lot more than me.
"Here, Professor. Get yourself something to eat after they've had a look at you."
"Thanks, son," he looked at me and his eyes seemed to focus on my face for the first time, "Here, this is something to make up for the jacket. I think you'll find it very useful." He pushed something into my hand, then he started coughing again and the nurse hurried over and walked him into an examination room.
I looked down to see what he had given me. It was a dirty, crumpled bus ticket wrapped around a locker key. Scrawled across the ticket were two words: Yellow Jack. The bus terminal listed on the ticket was in Galaxy City so I decided to catch a tram and check it out.
It was close to midnight when I got there and the place was nearly empty, with only a couple of staff manning the counter. They barely looked up at me as I walked over to the bank of lockers along one wall. Checking the number on the key, I put it in the door of locker 132. It opened and I found a battered suitcase inside. I grabbed the handle and pulled it out with some effort as it was quite heavy.
I was burning with curiosity to see what was inside, but the caution I had learned on the streets asserted itself and I carried the suitcase into the toilets so I could have some privacy.
I sat in a cubicle with the case across my knees as I popped the latches and opened the lid.
Inside was a strange yellow helmet with two long antennae and what looked like motorcycle leathers. Cautiously I picked up the helmet and looked inside. It looked pretty hi-tech, with circuitry and a heads-up display flickering on the faceplate.
"Wow, Professor. Did you build this?" I whispered to myself as I turned the helmet over in my hands. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I put the helmet on.
Although it looked opaqe from the outside, I could see clearly through the faceplate and small symbols began to flicker at the edges of my vision. Then I heard a voice.
"Welcome, Professor. Please provide the security pass-code to prevent self-destruct in thirty seconds."
It was a woman's voice, a low, sexy purr of the kind that I had never heard outside of the movies, and it was so surprising that it took me a couple of seconds to actually absorb what it had said.
"Oh, [censored]!" I blurted out.
"Pass-code incorrect, self-destruct in twenty seconds."
Suddenly I remembered the words on the bus ticket.
"Yellow Jack!" I shouted desperately! "Yellow Jack, Yellow Jack!"
There was a long pause that had me sweating, then the voice spoke again, accompanied by bright flashes from the faceplate.
"Pass-code accepted, Professor. Voice-print and retinal patterns have been recorded and locked as primary identification. Electro-Magnetic Melee/Assault prototype activated with all systems nominal. Please put on the insulated protective suit to unlock weapon systems and begin training program."
"Wow," I breathed softly, and then I quickly stripped off and put on the suit. The voice guided me through to process of connecting the helmet to the suit through several contacts in the collar. I got a bit sick of it constantly calling me 'Professor' though.
"Hey, please call me Eddie. What should I call you? I can't call you 'helmet' all the time."
"User identification is now re-assigned, Eddie. I am the control system of the Electro-Magnetic Melee/Assault prototype."
"Hmmm, E.M.M.A. for short then? Yeah, I'll call you E.M.M.A. from now on."
"Understood, Eddie. All suit connections check out, you are now ready to begin the training program."
"So what can this suit do? Who built it?"
"The Electro-Magnetic Melee/Assault prototype generates and stores electrical energy, and can release this energy in controlled bursts to neutralise targets. Information on the construction of this prototype is unavailable."
"Oh, but you mean I can shoot lightning and stuff? I've got to see this, E.M.M.A.! Let's burn a hole in the door."
"Sorry, Eddie. I am unable to comply. That would be vandalism and a direct contravention of the Paragon City Penal Code. I cannot break any laws unless my wearer is directly threatened with physical harm in certain extreme situations."
"So you're saying I have all these cool electrical powers, but I can't use any of them?"
"Correct, Eddie. An analysis of current legislation suggests only one legal use of this prototype: Registration as a super-hero at Paragon City Hall. All other options involve voluntarily turning the prototype over to the authorities."
I tried arguing with E.M.M.A. for a while, but I couldn't make any headway against her logic, so in the end I put my clothes in the suitcase and went back to the clinic to check on the Professor.
The nurse had some bad news for me when I got back there. I had removed the helmet and she recognised me when I walked through the door, and her face said it all.
"I'm so sorry, sir. I'm afraid the man you brought in tonight went into cardiac arrest and died. Are you family? He had no ID so we don't know who he is or who to contact."
"No, sorry, I just found him out on the street." I left the clinic in a state of shock. Somehow I'd ended up with this suit and these powers, and I had no idea where they came from. I looked around me at the shabby streets of King's Row and I realised there was nothing to keep me here. I had an opportunity to get out of there and I had to grab it with both hands, even if there were several unknowns involved.
That's why the next morning found me at Paragon City Hall, suffering from a complete mental blank when the official asked me what my hero name was. So I said the first thing that popped into my head: "Yellow Jack."
Condensed ID Card version:
Eddie Holland was living rough on the streets of King's Row when he met the crazy bum who called himself, "Professor". Helping the sick old man to the local clinic, Eddie gave him his last six dollars. In return, the Professor pressed a locker key and a crumpled bus ticket with the words "Yellow Jack" scrawled on it into his hand.
Curious, Eddie found the locker at a bus terminal. Inside were what looked like black and yellow motorcycle leathers and a strange yellow helmet with antennae.
Putting it on Eddie was surprised to hear a voice asking him for a security code. On a hunch he answered, "Yellow Jack."
Those two words unlocked an artificial intelligence that could manipulate electricity into powerful destructive bolts. Eddie returned to the clinic but the Professor had died. Unfortunately, the AI that ran the suit was programmed to obey the law, so to use it Eddie was reluctantly forced to sign up as a hero.
nice
(unbeleivably awsome)
in fact i think in the near future i am going ask for antoher one. muhhahaha
he dude I joined in an rp and came up with half of mysterious flames powers. Its not the greatest but if you wanna get some ideas from this its cool, Id like to see what youd come up with by yourself but anyhow here is what I got.
Michael glares at the ball of fire with amazement as he toss's burning ball of gases to his other hand. He couldn't help but to smile, but to wonder where it came from and why. The ball of fire dissappears , Michael's eyes widened a bit thinking how did I do that. At this thought Michael walks towards the back of his room as the chains on his black baggy pants cling against each other he bends down grabbing a large black coat, a trench coat he puts it on as it hangs to his ankles and walks to the door of his dark room. Opening it.
As he does the light from the living room lightens his room and Michael emerges as his mother is still ranting about how worthless he is, he sticks his left hand into his left pocket grabbing his black shades and puts them on. Michael then says mom i'm going out. His mom screams you get you your worthless a## back here now. Ignoreing the call he steps out the door to a darkness with only the street lights and the dim moon, lights the way. With his hands in his pockets walks along the empty road wondering about life, about the fire that emerged within his hands. About his mothers alcholism and his sisters dissappeance. He could only wonder what next, who next.
A crash is heard in the distance and Michael quickly raises his head and shots to the direction of the sound. out of pure instinct michaels hands exit his pockets and he takes off at a full run towards the sound in which now turned in to a light a hot light, fire can be seen. As he drew near the fire got hotter and laughter can be heard. Into a dark alley michael ran to, creeping in the darkness as he reaches the end of the alley he looks around the corner as his back is against the wall, only to see a group of skulls catching some barrels on fire.
A girl lays next to the barrel tied up, her mouth covered. One of the skulls say your daddy thinks he can bring us down, he only got one group. There are plenty more of us. But in that group was my brother, your daddy took something dear from me now we will take something dear from him. The girl kicks and the group just laughs. Michael grew angry, how could people be like this. He thinks that could of been his little sister, that could of been him as a child. Michael still stands and watches as the group keeps laughing and chattering amongest themselves.
Another skull speaks out, saying to the one that talked before boss why don't we just shot her? The boss turns with a grin and walks to the other one putting his hand on the other ones shoulder. Well because this way when she burns her daddy can hear her screams. He says this with a evil laugh followed. He then removes his hand and begins to walk towards the girl. Michael jumps foreward not being able to witness what is about to happen.
At this he screams you leave her alone. He says this in all anger. The whole group turns as they hear the 18 year olds voice, The boss steps foreward saying what kid you want to be next? At this the whole group laughs. Michael looks directly into the boss's eyes saying just leave her alone, the anger in his voice grows more appearent, michael feels the jolt of power rush through him again.
The whole group begins to walk towards him with grins. Michael's arm draws back as the warmth is felt within his left palm. The boss laughs what boy you think you're gonna take one all 5 of us? With that michael's left arm shots forewards realesing the ball of fire nailing the boss in the chest as it hits the boss is pushed back a bit as the smell of singed skin and singed clothes is realesed as smoke escapes the whole within his clothing. The group looks to Michael with awe. The Boss jumps foreward again screaming so boy you have powers, you really want to play.
At this the boss screams let's get him guys. The group begins to run foreward, Michael jets towards the alley knowing he cant take all 5 of them out at the same time, he turns a corner exiting the alley to notice a large trash can infront of a old broken down building, he quickly jumps to the top of the can then jumping again to grab ahold of the edge of the roof just enough to pull himself up. He gets on top of the building and crouches as the mob can be heard exiting the alley.
One of them says where did he go, another saying ha ha ha hes probably scared. In no time another ball of fire emerges within his left hand relasing a faint light within the darkness of the night. He quickly stands up hurdeling the ball of fire at the boss nailing him in the head, the boss falls to the ground as the rest of the group looks at there fallin boss, then towards michael. Michael begins to run across the building as he feels a break beneath his feet, he crash's to the ground within the building as dust escapes the hole.
Michael quickly gets up brushing himself of looking around nervously for some where to go, foot steps can be heard on the roof and faint voices as well. Then one laughs as he notices the hole in the roof. Michael moves silently as he gets across the building, he then trips making his presence noticeable. Then a dense smell of gas can be smelt on the floor infront of him. He can hear the rest of the group drop in through the ceiling. One says come out come out where ever you are we know you are in here. Michael quickly stands up noticing a boarded window near, he runs to it throwing his elbow in to the wood in hopes of breaking it.
The mob run towards the noise saying what are you trying to escape? are you scared? Finally the board breaks as light seeps into the darkness of the building reveiling his 6' 2 figure michael jumps out of the broken window with an idea in his head. He calls forth his anger realesing another ball of fire within in his palm he chunks it through the whole in the area of the spilled gas. A large explosion emerges from the building followed by a large fire. Michael quickly runs to the alley again, towards the girl.
He reaches her, un tieng the ropes around her, and taking the cover off her mouth. He asks are you ok, the girl nods. Michael picks her up thinking of where to put her, a thought came to him. To the police department michael runs. After a good 20 minutes of running off of pure adrenaline he sets the girl who cant be to much older than 4 by the front door and tell her, wait till im gone and then go in ok. The girl nods. Michael ran in hopes of the girl not telling on him, for he did destroy private property. Finally out of sight of the girl michael falls to the ground exhausted. Breathing hard, panting. He lays there in hopes of catching his breath. Finally when he did he got up and walked to his house hands in his pockets with a grin on his face. Not only did he discover powers, but he saved a little girl to.
Hi Ralok_one - glad you liked E.M.M.A. so much you added her to your sig!
Mysterious Flame - nice work. It has given me some more insight into MF's character.
Sorry for the extended break in transmission - will have some serious writing time over the next couple of days and should knock off some more origins soon.
Twisting Nether - here is a teaser for your character: Temporal Strike.
The dark giant sat on his throne, his ebony skin drinking what little light entered the shadowy room at the heart of the temple. There was a faint sound behind him and he smiled.
"Come to me, little mouse. Come and kill me if you can."
More to come soon.
I wrote an origin story but I would like to see someone elses take on my character.
Name: Gideon
Race:Immorta angelic being
Class. Broad sword/regen scrapper.
origin: magic
http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y5/Gide...05-16-52-45.jpg
History:
The immortal hero now known as Gideon was once known as Rick "Ricochet" Benitez. Once he was a vigilante. He took the law into his own hands shortly after the death of his best friend. He had found out who was responsible, a drug lord Marco Ramirez, who was also a powerful vampire known as Stone Cold to the underworld. Gideon was killed by Stone Cold in his quest for revenge. He found himself in hell because of his selfish reason to murder all those out of his own personal vendetta. There he saw a vision of Christ who told him it was time to begin a new life. He freed him from his bonds of hell with a sword made of his own essence. Christ gave him the sword, which was the sword of the spirit called 'Nazarene'. He then returned him to the world with a new life and a new purpose. When he returned to his body in the hospital (Which on life support) the power of the sword and the return of his spirit was so great, that it caused all the life support machines to explode. This caused his body to be incinerated and as a result, his body was reformed. He was no longer Rick Benitez, he now has become Gideon the dark savior. He can not kill like a reckless vigilante no more, but now it is time for him to hunt the creatures of the night. The very creatures that were truly responsible for the death of his friend and himself. The hunters have now become....... the hunted.
alright cool im glad I could help im lookin foreward to what you come up with
Wow, these are great Scribe! Think you can try one of mine?
Name: Civilian Name: Gabriel Ulrich, Hero Name: Kid's Blade
Powers: Katana/Regeneration Scrapper... His regen is more of just a super-ego, making him think that nothing can hurt him.
Screenshots (Thats a heart as his chest emblem)
Origin: Natural - When asked about his powers, he is said to have a "Damn fast wrist". I haven't really thought about how he got the katana or how he knows how to use it, so you can just make something up if ya' want.
History: Being new to Paragon City, he hasn't been seen around with many, but one hero who has been seen around him a lot is Derek Fayte, a young boy looking to be about the same age as Gabriel. No one but him truly knows his sexual orientation, but seems either bisexual or just metrosexual, making compliments on Derek's body physique, his fashion sense, but still eying cute girls his age. He is quite the smart-@ $ $ if you get to know him, thinking he is the best at a lot of stuff. But he can also be very polite and mature for his age, having an above-average intellect for 12-year-olds.
Style: I think a more serious bio would fit him, seeing as he the character himself is quite serious.
Hope this is enough.. If you have any questions feel free to send me a PM or a global tell at @Back Alley Scrapper
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