To: The Militia
Sorry about all of the mystery but security is everything. You should each have received an information pack about what is required of you.
You should also be aware that you are very special in being formed at such an early security level. For the purposes of security you will not be on any official supergroup lists. The reason for this is that there are some serious problems in the city that many of our more experienced crime fighters see as being unworthy of their time. Just because the big players aren't involved, it doesn't mean the consequences aren't potentially dire. It is our belief that seemingly minor villains are being used for big things as they are likely to attract little attention.
In your early operations you can expect to encounter a variety of a criminal forces such as gangs, cultist and mechanical threats, although I am sure you will discover other dangers to the city as you progress. Paragon' police force is overstretched and frequently finds itself without anyone to call upon for support. You will fill that need.
You will meet each other for the first time at roughly 7pm UK time on Thursday 25th May in Atlas Park. The exact spot is beneath the statue of the female crime fighter who's reaching for the stars. If you can't find your way there then maybe you should think again about joining.
One of you will be told to take the lead initially but The Ministry believes a true leader will emerge over time. Everyone should take a turn at running things, unless of course it isn't really practical.
Please post any biographical information that you would like to share with the rest of The Militia here.
Ask any questions you want but we do not guarantee an answer.
Paragon Expects!
Good Luck!
Minister
Blitz Arrow here, requesting to be a reserve member in ypur team of crime fighters or a sidekick "sigh" if i must (( any chance of being a reserve member wen u guys don't have enough teammates or something))
Blitz
If you or anyone else wants to help The Militia when they are short handed I am sure you would be welcome. As long as your security check is good that is. If there wasn't a space but there were other heroes there also waiting for a place you could form your own team to help or even rival The Militia. The Ministry likes natural selection.
Minister
Devlin Saint
In a dimly lit room, complete with candle and flickering monitor, a young man sits reading a script written in a language that was dead before the continents split. Above his head, invisible and inaudible, two beings look on. One is red eyed and sharp toothed; the other is soft lipped and rosy of cheek.
"So is he mine or yours do you think, tk, tk."
"It is ever so hard to tell with his kind, Atlantean blood is so difficult to read. Must you clack your teeth like that?"
"Ha, best for us both that they left, damned meddlers."
"Indeed, they were a power unfathomable."
The young man stood up, an open can of Budweiser in his hand. The modern vessel clashed with a somewhat Victorian attire. He pressed a button and music filled the room, "Should I stay or should I go, If I go there will be trouble, If I stay it will be double..."
"I say he's mine, his soul is still untainted by modern standards."
"Tk, tk. Ah, but look at the way he moves, his eyes, that smile. There's a wolf in there and one day it'll come out, he's mine alright."
The young man lit a cigarette and semi danced around the room whilst reading the crumbling parchment.
"Dear me I see what you mean, he has no sense of reverence. That document could rock the religions of the world and he's treating it like a fly swat, no offence."
"None taken."
"But then again, the glow of renewal is there, can't you see it?"
The young man stubbed his cigarette out and dropped the parchment as he looked upwards. "Would you two please shut up I'm trying to listen to this."
"...if you say that you are mine..."
"What?!?"
"Tk, What?!?"
"In my left hand I have death." The hand sparked dangerously. "In my right hand I have life." The hand glowed calmly.
Red eyes widened; soft lips gaped.
Sparking death and pulsing life blazed forth sending the two watchers racing back to their realms in shared surprise.
"One day is fine, next is black..."
"I'll decide who I am and who I'll be, by fair means or foul. And I'll do it in Paragon City."
I guess I ought'a start with my name, no? Get the introductions out of the way. It's Richard Coster, Rooster to my friends. Oh, and the newspapers back home call me 'Diamondskin'. That's on account'a my powers, right? Diamond-hard skin. I was once shot at point blank range with a shotgun and got nothing more than'a nasty bruise, and I don't nick myself when I'm shaving.
It all came about'a cause of a girl. Isn't that always the case, what? Two years ago when I was a sophomore at college, I was dating this girl, Linda Login, and her father is this famous scientist, right? And he was working on this experimental nano-tech armour thing for the army, or well I think it was the army, but it was all very hush-hush, you know?
Yeah, real comic book stuff, and it gets better. You see, Linda got kidnapped. Some kind of terrorists or spies or something, I don't know. All hush-hush, right? Anyway, the kidnappers, whoever they were, forced Doctor Login to sneak this secret prototype out of the labs where he worked. Except he never intended to give it to them, you know? He thought there must have been a traitor or something at the lab so he didn't trust the security people there, but he did trust me, right? Well, he sort of trusted me, I guess. He never did allow Linda to sleep over at my place. Anyway, he knew my address so he just suddenly appeared on my doorstep, hauling this huge metal suitcase.
"Linda is in danger," he told me. "We need to hook you into the prototype to save her." Yeah, that's the way he said it. Just like that, you know? You know, I'm as brave as the next guy, but if I hadn't been drunk out of my senses? He'd never have convinced me.
Anyway, he hooked me up to this prototype nano-injector whatsit, then I hid in the trunk of his car as he drove to meet the kidnappers. Yeah, I know, not much of a plan, but it worked and we got Linda back. And of course, afterwards he tells me the thing doesn't come off. Seems like they hadn't thought'a include an off-switch on the thing, as it was just a prototype. Super-geniuses and common sense, you know?
I don't really blame him; we had to save Linda and all, right? But I was attending on this football schoolarship? And this nano-stuff counts as illegal augumentation, right? So I was all-a-sudden disqualified from my scholarship, and had to find something else to do.
I got a job as a security guard at the college, so I could stay close to Linda, right? And the school was offering, since they felt bad about me losing my scholarship and all -- or at least they didn't want to seem to throw me out on my butt, what with me being this big local hero because I helped save Linda, right?
The job was okay, but kinda dull, and then things sort of cooled down between me and Linda. We're still friends, but we don't got that spark any more, you know? So I moved back home for a little bit, and spent my time helping my parents renovate their house while I was looking for a new job. I was thinking about the army or police school or something, but then you guys got in touch with me. And here I am.
((Sabrina speaks calm and collected so I advice reading this at a tranquil speed))
Good evening. As you may know, I am not the original tenth of our new squad. In fact, my application was only revisited after one of you exited. I'd like to take this moment to thank you all for considering me, and promise to serve the city with all my might. I look forward to working with you all.
My name is Sabrina San, born and raised in China. I am here in the USA in search of the world famous heroine, Ms. Liberty who with some persuation, will mentor me. However, my quest is far more dier. To understand it, you must hear it from the beginning.
A long time ago, in China, a man named Li Mu Kimone took the hands of Gi Li San, my grandmother, in marriage. The two houses became friends, experts in martial arts and fencing. A sword was forged for the two married couples, with it, a secret technique called 'Strike of the Golden Dragon'. It was beautiful. It was powerful. But, the marriage did not last. Li Mu Kimone was and still is, a savage man, an animal of war. He feared the swordsmanship of his wife, and when her skill surpassed his, he armed the Golden Dragon, approached at night, and stabbed his wife while she sleept.
Gi Li Shan survived the attack, but from her wounds came hatred and bitterness for the Mu Kimone. The sword itself became cursed, its blade was divorced and the techniques separated. One sword held 'Spite of the Soaring Dragon' and the other, 'Vengeance of the Golden Dragonfly'.
When news of the Soaring Dragon sword reached Li Mu and his sons while in exile, the man saw the blade as his own. Thirty years later, and the sword is still missing.
Alas, it has been spotted here in America and I to find it. But first, I must attend to Ms. Liberty and the Minister.
I have no doubt that the Militia will have a positive influence on me throughout my visit to America and will likely help me find the Soaring Dragon. I pledge my katana, the deadly, Golden Dragonfly, to the services of this clan.. I mean.. squad.
By the way, those people at the City Hall forced a codename on me; Dragonfly. I dont know why.
Report compiled by Portal Corp and PPD specialists:
General: [/b]
Name: Unknown
Designation: Brother Tchall
Role: Healer/Ranged support
Physical:
Height: 510
Weight: 160lbs
Eyes: Brown
Hair: None
Powers:
Primary: Unknown combination of magical and technological reagents along with more standard medicinal practices. Airborn and selective delivery systems utilised. Closest conventional equivalent: Empathy
Secondary: Conventional Archery
Psychological:
Generally pleasant, though quiet. Brother Tchall does have an odd fixation with being referred to as Brother and will often refuse to answer to anyone that just refers to him as Tchall (though just Brother will always elicit a response). Also unlike some other healers he has no qualms causing others injury or pain, merely stating that If a few must suffer so that many can thrive so be it. He also seems to treat death, either enemies, team mates or even his own, in this strangely flippant manner.
Despite this acceptance of the possibility of injury or death in the line of duty he does not take pointless risks and is actually rather cautious in a combat situation. This works well with his duties as a combat medic.
Advise continued psychoanalysis.
Origin:
Unknown, despite the best efforts of Portal Corp specialists the precise origin dimension of Brother Tchall remains elusive. Continued investigation is being undertaken, but is a low priority in view of other extra-dimensional threats.
Theory: Potential link to Praetorian Earth due to **extremely** limited descriptions on behalf of Brother Tchall. Bears looking into as/despite he appears to have no loyalty to Tyrant.
Recent History:
According to PPD officers on the scene of Brother Tchalls first appearance he simply Popped into existence in the middle of a busy road. No known precise sounds or lighting alterations which could have provided some clue as to origin dimension based on known methods of dimensional transit.
Shortly after this (and several hundred dollars property damage) Brother Tchall was taken into custody and investigated by all required agencies and personnel. By the current date he has been in care for 18 months and has undergone extensive education in adapting to this dimension. He appears to be a remarkably fast learner and now possesses a knowledge of this world comparable with many lifetime residents, however despite this he lacks actual real world experience.
Thusly he has been recommended to a sponsored superhero collective (See: Supergroup) known as The Militia for easy observation and monitoring. Also should something go wrong surrounding members should be able to detain him.
Other:
Recorded introduction added as extra file:
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---Recording starts---
Brother Tchall: My Name is Brother Tchall, I am a combat medic. My services have been forced upon you, however I will attempt to fulfil the requirements of my position to the best of my abilities.
Recorder: Is that it?
Brother Tchall: I dont think there is a need for anything further.
Recorder: Suit yourself.
---Recording Ends---
Friends are just enemies that haven't betrayed you yet.
My name is J.R Fist. I was the leading explorer for the P.S.D (Paragon Space Department). Long story short i was exploring a planet and setting up a portal back to paragon when out of no where i was kidnapped by what i thought were aliens.
They operated on me, created me into some sort of soldier...a soldier that could control ice. while being turned into this abomination on the operating table i managed to project Ice from my fingers holding the alien operating on me in a sort of Ice cage.
Using this to my advantage I managed to release myself from the shackles that pinned me down. I staggered off the table falling straight into a huge can of Radioactive waste, the waste engulfed my body leaving me paralyzed.
While laying there helpless, I prayed the ice that held the monster with would not melt and release him so he could carry on operating.
Eventually I passed out, when i regained consciousness i knew i was yet again on what i thought was the table my life would end, so i kept my eye's closed pretending i was still out for the night. I heard one of the aliens speak, and he spoke in an American accent it was here when i knew these were not real aliens.
I waited until they left and with all of my strength i had left i froze my restraints and broke them off. I ran as fast as i could trying to find a way out, i came to a dead end. i could hear footsteps approaching behind me it was at this point radioactive energy burst out from my body hitting the wall next to me. I could barely pick myself up from the floor, i looked at the wall i had unexpectedly attacked and it melted away into a puddle on the floor.
I crawled out past the wall to find that i was in paragon city. i made my way to atlas park, to an apartment no one knew i had so that i could lay low for a while,i had documents there which gave me an alternate identity incase an event like this should happen. Ironically my new identity was Booster Ice.Anyway I opened the door to my bedroom, where, sat on my bed was a package...
To: The Militia
I'm glad to see you're all getting to know each other. I just need to clarify a point to avoid disciplinary action in the form of exclusion from the team. Please read and adhere to the following rule:
MILITIA MEMBERS ARE ONLY SANCTIONED TO OPERATE AS A TEAM AND ONLY DURING THE ALREADY SPECIFIED TIME PERIOD.
You have been warned!
Minister
The Amber Banshee
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The envelope hit the table with a dull slap. Saffron looked up from where she was eating breakfast, unsure what to make of it. So whos sending you big, important packages? asked Mrs MacKenzie to her daughter.
No idea mum, replied Saffron, ripping it open. However, once she caught sight of the letters opening line, she shoved it roughly back inside.
Oh, its more stuff from the University, she said, lying through her teeth. Theyve taken to posting me coursework these days.
Saffrons mother said nothing, she just nodded in acceptance. She knew as well as anyone the trials that her daughter had been going through in the past year. And now that Brian had gone, who knew how Saffron would cope. She watched her daughter run upstairs with her package and thought no more about it. His disappearance at such a trying time in her life was very trying for them both. She wondered what type of woman her daughter was turning into
Saffron reached her room, reading through the papers. Then she read them again. It still didnt make sense, how did they know? She felt bad for lying to her mother, but then again, it wasnt a complete lie. Ever since her dad had gone missing five months ago, the university had been very understanding in allowing her time off. But this letter was a bolt from the blue. Someone, somehow knew about what she had been up to. How, she asked herself. She had been so careful
A little under a year ago, Saffron had been coming back from town with her older brother, Mark when they had been jumped by the Skulls. The Skulls were a major pain in Kings Row but as long as they got your wallet, the trouble normally ended there. But Mark, trying to prove his manhood by defending his kid sister had tried to fight them. There had been a brief tussle, followed by Mark falling backwards, his gut bloody from the knife that had been plunged in there. Saffron saw the blood and screamed, her fear finding vent through her voice. Their two assailants clutched their ears, blood running from their noses as they fell to the ground, unconscious. She had been able to get Mark to the roadside where a passerby had helped them to get to a hospital. Mark survived but could not recall anything that had happened after the knife hit home.
Saffron had remained quiet about it since then, until her dad had gone missing. Finding a deserted warehouse in which to practice, Saffron had begun refining her voice. She couldnt explain why this had happened to her, but it was a gift she was not going to turn down. Practice had enabled her to focus her voice into a weapon and it was a weapon she was intending to use. The police might not be able to find her father, but she might
However, the envelope disturbed her. There was only one person who knew about her adventures at night, her cousin, Andrew. Although he preferred not to be called that these days as the family did not know he was still alive, existing under the name of Tenebrae. It was unlikely that the rest of the family would understand that he was now half-vampyri. She had promised to keep his secret as long as he did the same for her. So this Minister person certainly couldnt have got the information from him. So how did they know? Why did they want to press her into service for them? Who would she meet at this assembly shed been invited to? Questions, questions and not enough answers. There was only one thing to do, and that was to go and find out. She took one last look at the letter then shoved it on top of her wardrobe, where no-one ever went.
She tried to put the letter out of her mind until the day to meet but the last sentence rang in her head, We know about your father
It was too tempting an opportunity to miss
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
((All extra "s" 's at the end of words, and odd grammar are to try and give a 1920's detective feel, and completely intentional, not bad spelling 
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Diary of Nelson Prague, 19th May 2006
What's a guy to do if he's gots powers, but no's license to use them? Obvious answer seems to be: calls it a day and bite the big one.
Not's me. I'm not's gonna grab air just beacuse some's pretty reception lady says I can'ts do the job. So's instead, I grab myself the big ticket (that's a Private Investigator's license to you's uneducated types) and fight's crime that's way's.
But, business is slow. Who's in their right mind wants to pay a sap like me to find's a missing person, when a chippy hero can fly's them to the clubhouse safe and sound instead?
It was yesterday's that I got the package. Didn't look's like anything fancy at first, but I open's it up, and whaddya know, it's an invite of sorts. Some group called 'The Militia'.
If there's a possible chance for a way to pay's the rent this month from this, I ain't passing it up.
What's your Militia guys powers?
I'm using an Inv/ Stone tanker called Manolith. Basically he'll either be a Sam Spade type PI cursed by a client, or a black construction worker transformed somehow into a body of solid rock.
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What's your Militia guys powers?
I'm using an Inv/ Stone tanker called Manolith. Basically he'll either be a Sam Spade type PI cursed by a client, or a black construction worker transformed somehow into a body of solid rock.
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Mine's a Mind/FF controller, who happens to be...a Sam Spade type PI.
The Amber Banshee is a sonic/power manip. blaster.
Good range of heroes so far, it's going to be interesting.
@Dante EU - Union Roleplayer and Altisis Victim
The Militia: Union RP Supergroup - www.themilitia.org.uk
This was supposed to be for ic/rp posts only but please continue with the powers lists as it helps me to keep track.
Battleflag
((Was going to repost the isty-bitsy bio I did but it'd look kinda pants next to the rest. So here goes something more. *takes a deep breath*))
The Skulls seemed to be trying to steal the wheels off a car but it could have been the hubcaps they were after. They were certainly engrossed in their activity and weren't paying any attention to the youth standing at the top of a nearby fire escape.
A discarded piece of newspaper was caught by the wind and quickly made its way up to the intense young man. His eyes darted in the direction of the movement and his tongue flicked over his lips in anticipation. Realising what it was, he quickly looked back at the Skulls in the hope that they'd provide the excitement he craved. The paper began to float past his head but, still looking at the carjackers, he contempuously snatched it out of the air and bit off a piece to chew.
The paper was soggy and tasted of the street which, to be fair, wasn't clean. He grinned and his eyes danced in amusement. "Gotta try that in front of 'em soon! Yeah, that'll be it, make 'em sweat: 'Is he crazy? A few rocks short of a landslide?' That'd shake 'em, loosen 'em up, oh yeah." He chuckled quietly and briefly, absently tearing bits off the paper, letting the breeze reclaim its toy piece by piece.
The gangmembers seemed to be having trouble with the wheel and he was getting impatient. One of them glanced up and he realised he'd been drumming a rather unique rhythm with is left foot. Spitting out the wad of paper he shrugged and jumped off the fire escape...
Later, he found a flat envelope on his bed. Whirling around he searched his room chaotically, muttering. "Weird stuff! City's gettin' stranger all the time. No place for ordinary people no more. Magic envelopes and lame carjackers! Must be the aliens..." He started to look upwards but caught himself and shook his head to clear it, grinning from ear-to-ear. "They're in the sewers now, not the skies..." He chuckled and turned his attention back to the envelope.
It was a regular brown envelope with 'Tatters' written on the face-up side. He glanced around once more then made a grab for the envelope before darting to a corner. "No letter-bombs for me," he murmured emphatically. He remained in the corner while his eyes hunted the room for any changes and his hands worried the envelope. He scowled, growing bored of his visual search and ripped open the envelope. That done, he held the single sheet of crisp, white paper carefully in both hands as he scanned it, tasting aloud phrases that appealled to him.
"...noticed your activities... aware of your abilities and dedication... great potential..."
He stopped reading. Staring into the middle distance and thinking furiously, his fingers made small tears in the paper. A small smile soon spread across his face and he touched the horns on his forehead with his left hand. "Potential..." he said, savouring the word. The smile became a grin and Tatters let the shredded piece of paper fall to the floor.
"... great potential..."
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To: The Militia
MILITIA MEMBERS ARE ONLY SANCTIONED TO OPERATE AS A TEAM AND ONLY DURING THE ALREADY SPECIFIED TIME PERIOD.
You have been warned!
Minister
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Due to an upsurge in crime levels in Paragon it has become necessary to allow Militia members limited out of hours operational time. This time will be based on your Security Level. More details to follow.
The Minister
Althought it was a sunny day, the alley was dark, most men would have noticed the young woman, running down it,most men....
* My eyes were closed, i was trying to focus and the sounds of the helicopter blades only, but my teammates wouldn't have it. " WOOOHOOO" one shouted next to me, " CALM DOWN BOYS!" The scotich accent was familar. It was my squad leader, Wing Raptor Agent McCoy." This is not time for fun and games, the situation is extremely hostile, there may even be reports of metahuman activity in the building" McCoy, shouting , trying to speak over the noise of the motor of the chopper...
A man in a brightly colored costume approached the lady, she ran right into him. " whoa lady calm down!, Im here to save you!" You could tell by the way he said it he was a rookie hero. That and his costume." please.. hell..ions.. after me.. help!"Throught the darkness of the alley a bright orange ball grew as it came towards the hero and the woman, he threw her to the side as the ball of flame hit him in the chest. He was knocked down on to the floor as the shapes of 6 men became visiable throught the darkness. " Well well.. what do we have here boys, a wannabe cape?" One said , holding yet another ball of fire in his hand. The others laughed , but not for long...
* We landed and entered the building. Freedom Corps research facility I think. The longbow guards inside were all dead, save a few. Gun shots were heard a few meters ahead. The longbow men were in a stalemate against he invader.In the distances a faint yell and a weird noise could be heard down the hall. " Blitz! Take Harper and go down the other route and try and flank them! We will help hold them here," McCoy ordered. By the time we got to the hallway it was too late, three of them were left. McCoy a longbow officer and some new recruit i didn't know. Then I saw the reason they were having trouble. A man, almost naked, stood in the middle of the room. He had weird tatoos, all over his body and dark energys swirling around him. Behind the weird look witch doctor guy was a man dressed in a army uniform, with 5 men beside him. I counted one mastermind, one corruptor.It was obvious that the wierd noise I heard before was the witch doctor guy sucking the souls out of the men, because he was doing so now to a man on the floor. As he did so his wounds from bullets and arrows alike seem to vanish. Seeing this I new what had to be done, even if I didn't wanna do it . "Oh [censored]! A metahuman!" Harper whispered, as he looked around," Damn theres no way we can make the shot! Too much of an angle!". As he cursed and prayed, I pulled out one of my arrows from my quiver, aimed and shot. The arrow bounced off the corners of the room perfectly. Then it hit. I did it, i had stopped the mad man...
The rookie cowarded at the approaching mob. The fire ball int he hellions hand grew brighter. From the roof tops above an arrow came flying down, and hit its target. BOOM, a huge flash enveloped the gang. " AAA my eyes!" one yelled. A second arrow flew towards the hellion with the fiery hand, and pierced it. "AAAAA yelled" he yelled as his teammates ran off.Many more arrows came raining down, each opening up to launch a small net. A man.. no a mere boy fell down to the location of the rookie hero. He looked straight at the hellion, and with one backflip kick sent him into the air and back down unconsusses. One of the thugs cut threw his net and pulled out his uzi. He began firing at the 2 heroes. They hid behind a near by dumpster, " AA man were pinned down and there's no way you can take a shot, its too much of an angle!", the bowman had heard these words before, taking aim and firing, the arrow bouced off the fire escape over head and hit its target.. the hellions gun. The rookie hero then jump from beind the dumpster and, with a blow of almost superhuaman strenght, knock the hellion out. He turned to the archer and asked " how did you do that? No normal man could do that!", the archer smiled and replied " im no normal man..."
*I was standing at ease in a large dark office, miles away fromt eh conflict before. McCoy was near a desk that was in the darkest part of the room talking to a strange figure. " You lied to us about your mutation." the mysterious man said. " Im suspending you from active duty as of now", he said in a stern voice. Before I could say anything he said," but because you shown your lack of fear in the face of danger by .. disabling.. the metahuman known as the cryptic cajun... im sending you on a special assignemnet for me. A man by the name of "The Minsiter" has requested your service in paragon city. Im sending you there immedatiely.. dismissed," he said all to calmly for my liking. As I turned to leave he said" Oh and blitz is it? Good work son" I then walked thorught the door. Most men wouldn't have notice the crimson red leather uniform and lions mask in the dark room... most men...
* (( represents a flash back from my point of view if you didn't get it))
((I'm not the best writer and this is one of my first stories I comited on "print" so to speak, be gentle 
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Alex Franclin heard a thud near his door, looking up from his workbench he frowned.
Carefully walking towards the door with one of his web grenades in his hands, he opened the door and saw a brown envelope laying there, curious he opens the thing, little did he knew the next few sentences would change his live.
A few months back
I cant believe it, he thought, the ******* is using me again. He was used to the routine now, but he never thought the internship at Creys, was this boring. He had jumped at the opportunity, despite his not so well record of Bs. They must have seen something in him. Granted though he was lazy in his schoolwork, he was always a kind of techwiz. What did you expect in a city of supers, where the best machines where made. He always had dreamed of a becoming a hero one day. His childhood was not remarkable and all through his high school years, his teachers tried to prompt him into performing better, He rather spent his days surfing on Talos beach and skating in Atlas. All that changed when he came to PU. He was not a remarkable student, but still he proved to be a good student. He couldnt believe his luck when Crey Industries selected him for an internship. He had heard the stories, but never believed them much. Ah well, at least I get to see that file room now, walking down the high tech hallway he passed numerous labs with blinded windows, he was curious, but he was told never to stop walking towards his designated areas. The file room was not far, he stepped in and he greeted the clerk. I want to request file 349-alpha please, he said. The clerk nodded and typed in something. The clerks desk phone began to ring. He answered it, exchanged a few words and said to Alex, Im sorry sir, I have to deliver something quick, would you mind waiting for a few minutes . Alex sighed, No not at all, sir. The clerk walked out of the room fast with some files.
Alex waited for a few seconds, then realized he was in the file room alone, a mischievous smile broke on his face and he walked, towards some cabinets, he began to rummage through some of them, seeing some weird things, disturbing things. Then his eye fell on a older file, Volcanic suit prototype alpha. His eyes went wide, he opened the file and saw some blue prints. Hmmm, I can make this, He quickly stuffed the blue prints under his jacket and walked back to the desk. The clerk came back after a while and gave him the requested file, He walked out and he wondered how to get these blue prints out of the building. Luck was with him that day, as the security forces, where called away from the front to respond to some thread. He flashed his employee bagde and he was waved through. He couldnt believe it. On his way to his dorm, he began to dream.
A month later
He looked up from his work. Yes! Finaly completed! He looked admiring the suit he made in the basement of his dorm. He had studied the blue prints and even improved some off it.it wasnt advanced yet, but considering it was made of scrap metal as you might call it, it was pretty good. He decided to take it on a test run. He soon was running in the streets, legs pumping underneath him, his hearth pounding. His suit worked perfectly. This was worth all the nights he forgotten to sleep. He went to a warehouse practicing his new powers. The lighting shooting out of his hands was remarkable destructive and a surge of power went through him. After a hour of testing, he decided to run back to his dorm, to improve some more. When he heard a scream, he turned around and saw a lady being mugged by some Hellions, without a thought, he blasted them down with his lighting. The lady walked up to him and thanked him thoroughly, Whats your name, hero? Startled, he thought quickly, remembering his former love for extreme sports, Extrisity, maam. Well Extrisity, Im telling all my friends about you, thank you. The lady gave him her phone number and ran off. The next day he registered his hero name in city hall. And continued to work on his suit to perfect it even more.
After all the fantastic backgrounds and stories posted, I am somewhat daunted at the prospect of posting this (creative writing is certainly not one of my strong points), but here goes (and please be gentle):
"Meriam, we need to talk."
I looked up from my Geography book and smiled at my kid brother, slightly puzzled as to why he found it necessary to close the door behind him. Davod wasn't usually the secretive type.
"What is it D? You're not in some kind of trouble now, are you?"
"No Sis, this is not about me."
"Well what is it then? You look as though somebody just pinched all your lunch-money"
"It's about you Meriam..."
"Me? What about me?"
I think I did a pretty good job of hiding my sudden unease. Davod just sat there on my bed, silently staring into the floor. This behaviour was so unlike him, and it was starting to get on my nerves.
"Well?"
"I...I know who you are Meriam..."
"Say what? Of course you know who I am D - I'm your big sister and have been so for 14 years - what else is new?"
This time, my effort to remain casual seemed less convincing, even to me, and by the look on D's face, he wasn't too impressed either.
"I mean, I know who you really are!"
My heart started beating faster.
"D, honestly, this is probably a really good joke and all, but I happen to have loads of homework and then skating practice..."
"Sis...cut the act, okay...you know what I'm talking about...I know that you're the Masked Angel..."
The rapid beating of my heart was accompanied by a sudden knot in my stomach.
"The...Masked Angel? Right...and who are you then - the Back Alley Brawler?"
"Give it up Meriam...it's no use, you can't fool me...I...I saw you?"
The knot in my stomach tightened.
"You...saw me?"
"I didn't mean to spy...honest..."
"What exactly do you mean...you saw me?"
"The other night...I had snuck out...you know...just to hang out with the mates...I was coming home...scared ******** that Dad would see me...imagine my surprise at seeing the Masked Angel climbing through your bedroom window! So...you know how cool I think she is...I climbed up the tree to see what was going on...and then...well, just as I looked through the window, you took the mask off..."
"Oh Great..."
There was nothing I could do but sit there, silently shaking my head in despair. I suppose I should have been infuriated about my kid brother spying on me like that, but all I could think of was the disaster of Davod having learnt of my secret.
"Sis...please don't be too mad at me..."
"I'm not...mad at you D...it's just...Jeez, how could I have been so stupid..."
For a long while, we just sat there, silently staring at each other. We share a strong bond D and me, and it looked as if he was as upset about the whole thing as I was.
"Listen D...you didn't tell anyone did you?"
"Not a soul...promise..."
Another silent intermission passed before D cleared his throat.
"Does nobody else know? not even Mum and Dad?"
"Well...I suppose I have to tell you now...Mum knows...she was the one who trained me to take over from her."
"Give me a break Meriam...you're telling me that both my sister and my Mum are superheroes?"
"Well we're not really super, are we?"
"Does Dad know?"
I could literally feel my eyes widening in horror.
"No...and he mustn't ever, understand? He most certainly wouldn't approve."
"He probably wouldn't! But Sis...are you sure nobody else knows?"
"Well after today, I suppose I can't really be sure of anything, why?"
"It's just...you got this strange letter..."
"Letter? What letter?"
"A man came round with it - government type - he asked for Ms. Meriam Keser as if you were some old lady or something like that. I told him your were my sister and he asked me to give it too you - here it is..."
I took the letter and asked Davod for some much-needed privacy. I must admit that my hands were trembling slightly as I opened the envelope.
Weird...it was from something called the Militia. Never heard of it!
"Dear Ms. Keser. Please do not be disturbed by the fact that we know you are the Masked Angel..."
Jeez, did everyone and their grandmother know about my secret identity?
Slightly flustered, I read on.
Apparently, this Militia thing wanted to recruit me for one of their operating teams.
I really didn't know what to think about it, and soon found myself tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep as my mind went over the letter over and over again.
Should I go to that meeting or not? Did I have anything to loose by going? Probably not, but what did they want me for? Would it give me a chance to find out how they discovered my secret identity?
By the time I finally managed to fall asleep, I had half made up my mind to give the meeting a try.
awesome story Lotus. i enjoyed it. looking forward to thursday evening now.
1978: A seven year old child, Lucien Law is on a camping trip with his parents in Canada. It is his birthday treat, the night of August the 8th. Overnight, the weather turns. The skies open, the winds roar, no stars can be seen admist the black clouds. The only illumination comes from the sheets of lightning that scour the ground. It is these primeval forces that kill his parents, and send the young boy into a night of terror that few can ever comprehend.
1982: The young Lucien, now 10 is plauged every night by nightmares of the events of that night, he is sent to many psychiatrists, and becomes deeply disturbed. Even in the caring environment of children psychiatric wards he is a loner, and cowers from the sky. His solace is reading and chess, his only way of escape from the fears that plague him.
1988: The dread day: 08/08/88. Lucien is now seventeen and has read much on psychology, Jungian theory, and absorbend much of the wisdom of the world for his age. Yet this day sends a metaphysical dread through his spine. But something in him snaps. He goes wild with dread, and his doctors are called. The very room he is in is filled with fog, and winds storm the room. His feelings of anguish invade the minds of all nearby, who experience his dread and fear. Lucien, it seems is a mutant.
1995: Lucien is now a travelled man. He is meditating in a Buddhist retreat in Tibet. Could it be he has come to master his fears, rather than they master him?. The temple is raided by Chinese militia, but when they come to see Lucien, some dread fills them. Can Lucien in fact do more than just master his fears?
2006: Now 34, Lucien has travelled the world. Calm, steady, and wise, he has done so much more than merely master his dread. He can use it. He has a mutant ability of great empathic skill - he can sense and manipulate the emotions of others, to exagerate their pain and fear, and even to inspire and focus them to greater acheivements. But most astoundingly, Lucien can actually cause events of great emotional turmoil to physically manifest themselves. He has but to recall his fear, accept it, and then master it, for those dreadfull events to once again manifest.
Lucien has become Astraphobia, the fear of storms. Fear is now his quest. To conquer the fears of the innocent, and to turn the fears of the guilty upon themselves. This is karma, for it is fear that shall separate the true and strong from the false and weak.
And so onto Atlas Park, in Paragorn City, surely the capital of terror, strolls a man who inspires either unease or courage. Dressed in dread clothes of black, Astraphobia is either a dream of serenity and wisdom, or a Nightmare of pain and terror.
Has he chosen the militia, or the militia chosen him. Something about them has resonated with his own morals. Was it his uncanny emotional attunement, or perhaps even the subtle ways in which he can manipulate the emotions of others.
Nevertheless, villians have a new fear. Fear itself.
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awesome story Lotus. i enjoyed it. looking forward to thursday evening now.
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Top work everyone. All the skeletons on which to build more flesh!
Seconded.
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