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Post by Bloody Vicious and Pitbull on Dec 9, 2007 9:09:49 GMT -5
x anastasiawillisFROST Character's Real Name; Anastasia Rose Willis Villain Name; "Frost"
Gender; Female Age; 25 years Occupation; Mercenary
Powers && Abilities;
AIM - Frost has absolutely incredible aim with a gun. Though it's no special power and is certainly not 100% perfect, it is unbelievable to most just how accurate her aim really is.
ICE - This is her main power. It's what gives her her name. When her body temperate is low enough(please note that she can control this), Frost can create a dramatic temperature drop in the space between her and her victim, and also create frost that creeps at a semi-slow rate from where she stands towards whoever is unforunate enough to be her target. Though the creeping of the frost is slow, Frost herself often performs this attack on her victims while cornering them somehow, so they don't have much of a chance at escaping. Once the frost gets to the victim, their own body temperature drops dramatically and they eventually freeze into something like an ice sculpture if they still have no way of escaping it.
TEMP. - Frost can manipulate her body temperature without harming her health in any way. Her body temperature can range from one that can send an immediate cold, stinging sensation to the touch to one that can feel alarmingly hot, although she usually keeps her temperature low and very seldom increases it. Please note that she can change her appearance to a certain extent through her body temperature. Powers Gained By; Frost's family was all too familiar with mutations. All on her father's side, powers ranging as pyrokinesis to climate control popped up. Anastasia Rose Willis was certainly not the first to gain these powers in her family, but she was the only one who ever truly learned how to put them to noticably powerful use.
Weaknesses; There are too many to list. Though Frost does have powers that make her a stronger opponent, she has none that give her any more defense than the average human. If she were to be thrown a sharp, unexpected punch, she'd fall just as quick and hard as anyone.
Appearance; In a brief description, Frost can be described as a deathly though somehow beautifully pale (almost blue-skinned) young woman with hypnotizing light blue eyes and off-white hair. Her appearance changes when she warms up to a woman of a more normal complexion with a head of bright red or red-tinted hair. This appearance is usually what she's seen with while walking about the city, while she takes the form of her true, paler self when committing her sinful acts of murder for the gain of her random employers' money. Portrayed by Jessica Stam Pictured in Signature
History; Way back, when Frost was more commonly known as Anastasia Rose Willis, she lived in a well-off family in New York City. Her mother was a successful model, while her father was an elusive writer determined to make a name for himself in the world. While she recieved her parents' affection in the form of material things, she rarely even saw her father and what little attention she got from her mother was hardly ever loving, but more... acknowledging. Of course, simple acknowledgement from her mother was all she could ask for, because it was all she had ever recieved and all she had ever known, save the unending supply of meaningless gifts that found no place in her life but in her large closet.
As she grew, so did the jealousy in young Anastasia that had been born from the sight of parents hugging and kissing their children, and laughing with them. She, herself, had never felt happy enough around her parents to even give a grin, much less burst out in a fit of laughter. But... for some odd reason... she longed to. This relentless desire for love and true affection grew until it eventually began to drive her mad.
Anastasia went through her years spending the majority of her time sulking in her room, or practicing the "gift" she had discovered she posessed as a very young child. These powers were not uncommon in her family, and since there was nothing serious to worry about, Anastasia's parents didn't give a thought about her rapidly developing powers. However, the more she practiced, the more destructive her mind became. She began freezing all the toys her parents had ever bought for her, and destruction soon became her greatest obsession.
When Anastasia finished her years of education (in which she had little trouble hiding her abnormalities) and became an adult, the craving for attention became stronger once more. Longing for an affectionate male figure that she never had, this desire misled her to apply for a job at a stripclub and bar. Unknowing that this affection that would be given to her was hardly the kind she truly sought, the young woman was accepted as a bartender and entertainer at the facility, where she worked for two years. She suffered a massive amount of disappointment with it until finally, one day, her patience in waiting for that true feeling of love broke.
What no one knew about the innocent looking, confused seductress was that not only did she practice her mutant powers as an older child, but also her aim with handgun she had found while wandering her house when her father was away on a rare occasion. Through her teen years, she would play target practice with the countless number of stuffed animals that were piled in her closet. As an adult, this skill she had developed had become deadly.
On the day that it all happened, she had gone through her night as usual. The occasional drunkard approached her with a harrassing touch and foul words, and she dismissed them irritably. About the fifth one to approach her halfway into her shift was particularly persistent, though. He didn't leave. Instead, the blonde was faced with something she had never come in contact with, before. Carelessly, the man had pushed her into a wall, causing her to drop everything she had been carrying to a table. With many eyes upon her and her skimpily clad body over which his hands roamed, her lips were forced against his. He attempted many more unspeakable things that night, and in the midst of her humiliation and hurt, Anastasia had pulled out a firearm that no one had known about. The next and only thing the man heard after that was a loud gunshot before he fell to the ground, blood gushing from his forehead.
Needless to say, she was banned from the facility. That wasn't all, though. She knew what the punishment for her act would be if she didn't escape it. She ran from the police, and even the heroes couldn't find her. Changing her body temperature and thus her appearance as well, she kept to the streets after that, never daring to return to any place she had been before the "accident".
A short while after she had shot the man and retreated to the streets, a new desire was born within her. This one was a desire for wealth. Never had she felt this longing, for it had always been provided to her. But now... for some odd reason.. she would do anything for it. Being poor as poor could be, she couldn't be blamed, but her will to do just about anything for it wasn't normal. There was another factor. This was factor was bloodlust. There was a certain way she intented to earn the money she desired. Killing. Why? All the hatred and jealousy that had been bottled up inside her... she had felt some of it disappear when that bullet had hit the man at the club. Murder... it felt good. Why such an unforgivable deed brought such feeling was unknown to her, but she wouldn't question it much. She had a plan now.
This was the start of her career. This was how Frost came to be.
Other Information; Frost is a bit of a sharp-tongued and cold-hearted woman when it comes to men toying with her. Even so much as wrapping an arm around her waist may just get a guy a black eye if they don't move quick enough, especially in the unfortunate case that she doesn't exactly appreciate their company in the first place. Making a move on her is certainly not a good idea, period. It doesn't matter wether she likes a man or not, she believes that abstaining from sexual activity and relationships is the only way to keep away the memories of her humiliation and foolish panic from the night at the club.
Also, note that while she isn't really a super villain herself, she does help other villains with their dirty work for the right price.
RP Sample;
There she was, walking down an alley like always. Some man had been following her for the past hour, and it seemed he wanted something from her. She couldn't quite say what it was, but so far he had made it clear through his words that he had a grudge on someone. Why he was telling her this she had no idea. It would have hit her suddenly had the man been one of her previous, more well known employers. Of course, the possibility that he was going to hand her some cash and instruct her to spill some blood was lingering in her head, but perhaps this guy just needed to talk to someone. It sure sounded like it by the way he was rambling.
"...and then he turned and gave me that foul smirk of his, as if he'd accomplished something through my defeat. I've seen that smirk a thousand times when once was all too much. I can't take it anymore..." the man went on and on until finally Frost became tired of hearing his endless voice that had become a low drone in her ears.
"What are you getting at?" she asked, still not looking back at him and continuing to walk skillfully through the maze of concrete and brick, as if she knew every turn. "Why are you following me?"
"Dear, I know who you are. You haven't found out yet what I want from you?"
Frost stopped dead in her tracks. Quirking a brow, she turned to look upon him momentarily. He was looking for a murder that he didn't have to dirty his hands in, just like all the rest that had come to her for her help.
"You're a cold-hearted killer, this I know for a fact. But with whom does your loyalty lie?" he asked. His eyes momentarily scanned her figure, getting himself a harsh glare that only lasted as long as his eyes were wandering. So he obviously knew what she did, but did he know how she did it?
"With the highest bidder." she informed him with a raised a brow, a hint a smirk crossing her lips for only a moment.
The man, obviously pleased with her response by the wicked grin on his face, tossed a bag of money her way. When she picked it up with hidden eagerness, she noticed that it was incredibly light. Peering inside, she discovered wads of cash inside. Now, her smirk was more noticable and lasting. Gazing at it all for a brief time, she then looked up at him.
"Just give me his name."
[ GAH. sorry if it's not exactly up to par with everyone else's. I'm aware that my sample pretty much sucks. >.< I sliced my right middle finger and it's making it very hard to type. ]
Approved.
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Post by b30wood on Dec 21, 2007 1:47:30 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Chris Bane Superhero/villian Name: The End Gender: Male Age:68 (looks young around the late 20’s do to healing factor) Occupation: Ex-Russian Solider Powers and Abilities: Advance healing factor (similar to Wolverine’s), The ability to create control, manipulate, and absorb electricity, well trained in Muay Thai, Judo, Boxing, Wrestling, and Brazilian Jujitsu, also an excellent marksmen. Power Gained by (if any power): Was born with the Advance healing factor and The ability to create control and manipulate electricity. His strength, speed, agility, stamina, and his mutant healing factor all have been enhanced from the Ultimate Weapon Program (UWP) Weaknesses: Excessive damage to the body can and most likely will take long amounts of time to heal in which he might lose portions of memory. His loyalty to his country can make him difficult and hard to deal with, lack of people skills and communication skills. Also his love for competition, adventure, and risk get him in to sticky situations, and lastly some times his ability to control electricity wont work for long periods of time Appearance: Chris Bane stands 5’11 ft tall and weighs in at 205lb in excellent physical shape with little fat upon his body. Has short black hair military styled, has a mustache goatee, blue eyes, and wears a black tee shirt with the words The End on it covered by his brown bomber jacket which he rarely takes off with black jean pants and brown timber land boots. On the right side of his neck there is a barcode tattoo and around his neck rest his dog tags, on his right wrist there is the letters UWP tatted. Bomber Jacket: img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/CBane/FRJ147BLG.jpgHistory: Chris Bane has always been a faithful Russian solider and patriot to his country, he served for ten years before he was entered in to Russia’s top secret Ultimate Weapon program, which was established to recreate the new and improved supper solder and was founded by ex-members of Weapon-X and the Russian government. Bane was the perfected candidate for this project and was glad to join. It was through the success of the new supper soldier which enhanced his strength, speed, agility, stamina, and his mutant healing factor. During this project they have given Chris’ entire skeletal structure a metal Adamantium make over after seeing how effective it was for Wolverine although Chris does not have the claws. Chris had entered this top secret program when he was 38 years old and didn’t reawake from his Ultimate Weapon Programs extensive surgery 20 years later at which the training processes had begun. For the next 10 years he was trained and mastered many different kinds of combat fighting styles and weapon training from small fire arms to large fire arm, combat weapons such as knifes, spears, katana, and throwing blades. During this time his body had been sculpted in to almost raw muscle with an amazing 2% body fat. Now Chris is awake, trained, and ready for order from his countries top secret officials he is a force reckoned with. Other Information: Always armed with two Mark XIX Desert Eagle Pistol Mark XIX Desert Eagle Pistol : img.photobucket.com/albums/v355/CBane/mark_desert_eagle_pistol.gifRP Sample: Chris walks around the training facility for his last time making sure he has every thing he needs packed in his small black leather duffle bag, he was about to depart on his new missions and would be leaving what he had been calling home for the past 10 years. It was here in this icy mountain hide out where he was turned in to this magnificent weapon, where he was trained and educated for so long it was unreal to him that he was really about to leave it was like a hazy dream that he couldn’t make out. It was long before Chris started to make his way down the mountains and through the snowy forest and soon in to the city’s where he could catch a plane trip to the sates. It wasn’t long before he got to the city’s he started his journey around 8:00 in the morning and it was 4:30 now as he boarded the plane and awaited take off , all Chris could think about was his mission and how he had to meet up with the awaiting S.H.I.E.L.D. agent to be further briefed on his mission. As the plane lands and most of the passenger have already left the plane Chris stands and opens his over head storage and grabs his black leather duffle bag and walks off the plane and starts searching for the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent so he can start the mission.
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Post by jepix on Jan 12, 2008 12:56:16 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: John Thorn Superhero/villian Name: Portal
Gender: Male Age: 28 Occupation: Shoplifter and Supervillain
Powers and Abilities: Portal got one green-gloved and one red-gloved hand. The Red opens portals that anything can enter, the red opens a portal where everything from the green portal ends up. The Portals look like holes, with a green and red flamed lining.
Power Gained by: Mutant power. SImply started to work when John were about 14-15.
Weaknesses: Greed, and the fact that portals only can be opened on solid materials at least 5 cm.
Appearance: Green eyes, haselnut brown hair, smal average build, trenchcoat in the same color as his hair, different (stolen) T's under the coat, torn jeans. One green glove on his right hand, one red glove on left.
History: John, being an orphan, ran away from the orphanage where he spent his early years. The streets of Los Angeles became his home. His years until the mutation was hard and cruel, wich explains the major crimewave of robberies, homocides and beatings. The interesting thing is that he new all along, since he was five or so, about his powers. They simply didn't work until three days after his 15:th. Knowing about but not being able to create portals created a lot of angst, that took weeks of 24-hour rage to steam out.
Other Information: Portal can create portals at most 5 km away from him as long as he have a clear view of that location. Longer than that results of loss in mass. In clear text: The right kind of portals is lethal and can be used as weapon with varying effectivity. More than one mile betwen portals is a certain destruction. Worth to note also is that Portal has lost a greater sense for distances. He would say that fve miles by foot is okay, for an example. It were simply to long since he traveled with anything else than portals.
RP Sample:
"Believe me officer, you don't want to do this." Portal smirked. He stod with his hands in the air, and smiled widely. "Shut up scum! We know your tricks! One move and we turn you into burger-cheese!" Owen, the police officer who for the moment pointed his gun at one of the feared mutant villains in the city, was least to say freaked. "Ok then, but burger-cheese don't have holes, sir." Portal lunged at the officer and hit him in his stomache. They were both pushed directly in a hole in the midle of the road. Owen closed his eyes. When he opened them were the hole in the road gone. The road itself were aproximatly three floors away.
Just as they left the portal on the wall, Portal pushed the officer oftrack, so that he could dive into another portal.
As he was flying betwen the rooftops, he wondered quietly if the officer died in pain.
He did.
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lex
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Post by lex on Mar 10, 2008 17:53:08 GMT -5
Character's Real Name alex robert jones Superhero/villian Name:bioshock
Gender: male Age:16 Occupation:none
Powers and Abilities fire ice telekinisks electicity. Power Gained by chemical serum. Weaknesses: toxic gas.
Appearance: tall, avrege weight, brown hair green eyes thin.
History: alex had a good life, his farther is a rocket sientist his mother a docter. not much friends but he did"nt mind until one day he found a secret lab in the basment, snoops around and finds a file containing experiments on human dna, and that his farther is working for the govement, he Freaks out hits a table and bearly catchs a serum his farther comes in loses his temper and injects the serum in alex.
Other Information: alex is a compassionet person who is easily ticked off, and a bron leader.
RP Sample: alex was walking home from school when sudenly he sees a couple fighting the guy pushes the girl in front of an comeing bus, alex rushs to help pushes the girl out of the way then the bus stops as if it hit a invsible wall and falls back on to the floor.
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Post by purgetheweak on Mar 19, 2008 1:28:19 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Marcus Rove Superhero/villian Name: Entropy Gender: Male Age: 22 Occupation: No legal occupation, known criminal Powers and Abilities: Unknown radiation emitting from body, causes the decay or degeneration of all matter, killing living matter, rusting metal, crumbling rock. Causes cellular flux, limited healing factor, and questionable mental stability. Power Gained by: Mutant X Gene Weaknesses: Physically weak, weakened by healing energy, strangely affected by psychic energy, making manipulation easier than most non-powered humans, yet telepathy has next to no result, powers are emotionally activated and can be shut off by inducing a state of trance-like calm or sleep. Appearance: History: Marcus' life was like every other person's, he went to high school, had a girlfriend or two, perfectly normal. He went to college, studying biochemistry, with plans to become a scientist. In his third year of college, the unknown 'X' gene became active, causing the strange powers built into his DNA to change his life. The first sign of change was the progressive downfall of Marcus' sanity, he was expelled from college for the destruction of school property, and was forced to do community service. During his services one day, the foliage around Marcus began to decay, whether due to his questionable sanity, or his every-growing apathy, Marcus did not notice until a pedestrian shouted at him for killing the plants. Fleeing from the scene, Marcus hid inside an abandoned building, isolating himself even from the other squatters. Slowly coming to realize that his body was emitting some sort of radiation, or atleast an energy that caused everything it touched to decay. The squatters were eventually forced to leave the building before its demolision, and recognized as a wanted felon, Marcus was taken to jail. It was inside the prison that his powers began to fully manifest, his skin turned to a grey palor, and even the scrutiny of the prison doctors could not determine the cause, except that his whole body seemed to be fighting to stay alive. Sent into solitairy to prevent the possible contamination of other prisoners, Marcus' already questionable mental stability was shattered, and in a fit of rage, he started pounding on the cell door. Minutes later, when the guards arrived, they found traces of heavy rust starting to show in two points on the outside of the door; confused, they entered the cell to restrain the prisoner, only to find themselves afflicted with what appeared to be a major skin disease, causing it to die and flake off in large amounts. The air seemed poisonous, their lungs on fire, and due to prolonged exposure, one guards heart stopped, and he was rushed to the ER. Marcus escaped prison, and currently has a warrant out for numerous crimes, including theft, destruction of property, and murder. Other Information: Marcus does not fully understand the powers he has, and as such, cannot focus the emmanations into anything combatant, although he has learned to calm himself, which causes the entropous radiation to almost stop spreading from him. RP Sample: "I need money, I'm sick of eating rats and trash.." Marcus Rove lived in the apartment of a middle aged woman who had died two weeks ago, her body had started to decay even as she went about her daily chores. When the CDC had found the corpse, they had quarantined the entire building, and it had remained so for the last two months. While he had a roof over his head, the power was off for the building, so all of the food had gone bad, forcing Marcus to eat refuse from the nearby restaraunts. "Hmm, a bank? No, too much risk, but maybe if I break open an ATM I could get myself some money." He had started talking to himself three weeks ago, hardly noticing that he had never done it before in his life. Marcus leaves the building through the fire escape. Nobody notices, it's the slums, the quarantine wont even be investigated for another few months. Wandering up the darkened streets, Marcus spots his goal, an ATM outside of a gas station, mostly used by drug dealers and their clientele, it's liberally covered in grime. Avoiding the occasional look from a prostitute or dealer, all of them deciding in a glance that he has no money, Marcus walks up to the bank machine and clamps his hands onto the corners nearest the locked compartment which holds the cash. A minute goes by, with nothing happening, someone calls from accross the street "Hey! Don't you go breakin that thing, or I'm gonna come over there and break YOU ya dirty &%#!". Ignoring the overzealous resident of this hell hole, Marcus forces all of his willpower on the machine, thinking about nothing other than eating for the first time in days. After thirty seconds the plastic starts to crumble around his grasping fingers, and after another moment, the compartment door is destroyed enough to force off. After another ten minutes of forcing his way into the metal compartment holding the money, Marcus is walking towards the nearest fast-food restaraunt with the pockets of his coat bursting with $20 bills.
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Post by reaperzeta on Jun 10, 2008 12:40:21 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Natalie Joan Smith superhero Name: New Toxin
Gender: female Age: 17 Occupation: hero-(ish)
Powers and Abilities (if any): Toxin possesses the power to stick to walls and create "tendrils" to swing between buildings. Toxin can project elongated claws or "snares" from her costume in the same manner as Carnage. Her symbiotically induced strength is greater than that of Venom and Carnage combined. Toxin can also use the symbiote to simulate any type of clothing.
Power Gained by (if any power): after regection by original host, the Toxin symbiote went to seek out new host and found her. Weaknesses: Heat and Sonic
Appearance: Strawberry Blond hair, 5' 10”, Grey eyes, slim but moderately curvey. Symbiote form: Crimson red trorso, blue lower half and hands, jagged triangular silver 'Spider-Man' eyes, her basic 'form' has no mouth, and contours to her human shape, so it seems like a body suit, much like the 'Venom' Symbiote when Spider-man wore it.
History: Patrick Mulliligan, after telling his estranged wife about toxin, decided that he couldn't handle the Childlike symbiote and forcefully separated himself from it. The Toxin symbiote who had gotten close to Pat. Swore revenge and set out for a new host, what he found was Natalie Joan Smith, a young highshcool student, deeming her a compatable, able, Toxin followed her to her home, and bonded with her. After initial resistance, Natalie noticed the symbiote was lonely, and she accepted it out of compassion. After several days of inactivity, Natalie Found Toxin thinking of hurting and killing Patrick, she explained that Patrick didn't know what he had, and Toxin himself had found a friend in her, this seemingly heartened the symbiote. After this conversation, toxin started teaching Natalie how to use his powers to whatever end she wanted. Natalie chose to be a hero, like Spider-Man, who toxin seemed to have taken a liking to.
Other Information: Toxin seems to have a crush on Natalie, although this has escaped her notice
RP Sample: Toxin swung from building to building, in stead of braving the morning traffic, desperately trying to make it to school before the bell rang. The Red and Blue Symbiote-Hero swore her other perposefully made her late, for his own twisted amusement. didn't mean tothe symbiote itself said in her mind, how was i soposed to know there would be a bank robbery
'your right, and i'm sorry' Natalie thought back to toxin, as they neared the Midtown High i'm just fustrated, if i'm late one more time, i'll have detention.
before Toxin could reply they dropped into a dark alley and the suit itself transformed into a pair of blue jeans, black sneakers, and a loose fittting red shirt. Natalie ran the last several blocks to her school only to find the bell had already rung sometime during the swing over. instead of griping to her other, Natalie just sulked into her first period class , slamming the door, causing the little window in it to shatter.
(this may be a little iffy, because i'm using the Toxin symbiote, but pleasse give this profile honest thought...)
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Madrid
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Post by Madrid on Jun 11, 2008 5:53:50 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Madrid Thorleif Bravo-Dieudonne
Superhero/villian Name: Madrid
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: High school student / Ballet Coach at Marie-Ellen's Dance Academy
Powers and Abilities (if any): Has the ability to alter the probability of a situation in order to make unlikely things happen. In order for Madrid to do so he must calculate or "do the math". Madrid can go from making guns misfire to having 10 lightning bolts strike one area of land. He can also fly.
Power Gained by (if any power): Mutation
Weaknesses: If Madrid was to ever try to bend the possibilities of a situation in which the odds were too great physical damage can result on Madrid's body including internal bleeding.
Appearance: Madrid is 5'9 and a little pale with a clean shaved face. He has a prominent jaw line and very intense blue eyes. He is a slim guy with hidden muscle.
History: Madrid was born in Paris, France to life partners William Bravo and Theodore Dieudonne, and surrogate mother Zahiri Roux. Both his fathers were stationed in Paris for business: William Bravo, Madrid's half French half Argentinean father being the main tenor at the Parisian Opera House, and Theodore as an actor for a television series shot in Paris. From grade school Madrid loved to be a rebellious kid and despite his parents placing him in ballet he always strayed from authority. It wasn't until secondary school that he realized that he had powers when he sent a child who was bullying him into rampant seizures. After realizing his powers Madrid continued school and joined a group of French Socialist when he was 13 years of age.
From then Madrid met his first boy-friend Alexander Nepal. The both served in the rebel group supplying money and water to rural areas in France and northern Spain. During Madrid's last mission a car bomb went off in the truck in front of Madrid's carrier killing Alexander.
After which time Madrid's family decided to get a student visa for Madrid from the French government and move him to the United States for his own safety until the heat of the rebel army cooled over with the French government.
Other Information:
RP Sample: Madrid sat on the deck looking at his friend wondering what they were thinking. He lifted his cup to his mouth and sip some of the liquor he had in there and then put the cup back down. "I honestly can't say what you did was terrible, but jeez you have to tell me these things Stacy", Madrid said with an intense stare. He looked at Stacy some more, but his eyes slipped out of focus as he concentrated his attention to an approaching object with a blinking red light attached to it.
Madrid moved over to the edge of the deck near Stacy. "What the hell is that?" Madrid looked at Stacy's puzzled look and then looked at the speeding object. "Is that what I think it is?" As the object got closer the shape of it became clearer and it appeared to have -
"Two arms and two legs. Its a Sentinel!", Madrid takes Stacy and runs her over to the sliding doors and locks her in the house, he then turns around to greet the Sentinel no more than 20 yards away. The Sentinel stops moving and faces Madrid. Madrid then lifts himself off the ground and meets the Sentinel with only 20 yards between them. Madrid looks at the Sentinel, and as it lifts its hand to swat Madrid down he points both of his hands at the eye holes and blows the visual receivers up.
The robot begins to swing its arm's rampantly taking with it chinks of the land supporting the cottage where Stacy was. Madrid then points one arm towards the sky and the other at the flailing robot and begins to make the calculations necessary to strike a Sentinel with three bolts of lightening.
Two bolts of lightening come from the sky and weld the robot's arms and shoulders from moving, rendering it helpless. Madrid lands on the patio of the cottage to unlock the door where Stacy fell laughing with a red face. Madrid picked up his drink took and sip and then shook his head at her in dissaproval.
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Post by Malice on Nov 15, 2008 15:34:58 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Jacob Henson villian Name:Malice
Gender:Male Age:23 Occupation: Former Shield Operative (field work)
Powers and Abilities (if any): Wears a symbiote that is very strong, with a thirst to kill. Agile, absorbs the texture, abilities and of other symbiotes and can change into that symbiotes form at will. Power Gained by (if any power): Was driving out of New York during a major symbiote outbreak (similar to web of shadows) when he was taken over. Weaknesses: All symbiote weaknesses (sound, extreme heat.) though can stand electicity unlike most symbiotes
Appearance: The human is an average build with long brown hair that almost reaches his eye. Blue eyes. Symbiote is black with red eyes, carnage like build, can change appearance to other symbiotes at will and where his mouth is the symbiote covers it so when he opens his mouth to speak it tears open that area and you see strands of symbiote stretching up and down.
History: Jacob was a field operator for shield when the outbreak happened. He ran from SHIELD the day that the symbiote outbreak began and tried to get to his wife. A symbiote then grabbed his car and threw it through a building. Luckily he fell out before it hit the ground and blew up. The symbiote took over his weak and defenseless body. He awoke the next day, murdering a SHIELD operative. He then struggled with the symbiote until they had a bond similar to venom or carnages. He then fought strong symbiotes such as Lasher, Venom, Riot, Toxin, and many other weaker ones. He also controlled a faction of weaker symbiotes. Also his symbiote grew stronger by the day. He often disguised himself as the real him. He then escaped the island to find his wife. His symbiote took over while he was talking to her and she saw the new him. She divorced him and five days afterwards was killed by him. He Tried to maintain a good side to him like Venom did but his symbiote wasnt named Malice for anything. His symbiote always had a desire to kill. Soon the symbiote outbreak was getting more under control but not cured. He tried to save people and stop them from becoming his next victim. His symbiote turned out to have been Venoms brother who arrived here when a he landed on an airplane high up in the atmosphere. He had searched for his brother and finally found him. Malice was a good symbiote just he couldnt control his need to kill. He had a great amount of ability.
Other Information: Returned to New York and there is a band of symbiotes that had chased him across the galaxy (they were the henchmen of his other brother, Bane, whom died at the hand of his brother when he tried to exterminate the rest of their line.) and landed on earth that are still trying to kill him.
RP Sample: Red eyes that looked wicked and evil stared through the darkness at the man. Then with the slightest of sound, black tendrils launched from the creature and curled around the man. The man dropped the empty revolver he had emptied into the creature as he was pulled forward into a mess of tendrils and a smooth substand that was a black as night. He felt the substance close around him, crushing him inside the creature. He felt a feeling of loss, and began to weaken. Then he fell limp. The cold, wrinkled body was flung out of the creature by a tendril and slammed into a wall. Malice stared at him for a minute. Then thin tendrils shot up from his shoulders in a straight line at either side of the alleyway. They stuck to the buildings and released their tension. The black creature, Malice, was launched into the air in a graceful flip. He then grasped one of the walls and started to climb up. He then quickened his pace and soon reached the top of the skyscraper. He flipped up onto the building and a tendril shot into the roof of the building. It soon returned with a man, knocked out, in its grasp. Malice stared at the man as more tendrils started to grab the man, pulling him closer. Then with a sudden burst, Jacob, flung the man away from him. He couldnt let himself kill another person. He would fight it. Then he noticed he had flung the man too hard and he was now plummeting to his doom at the street below. Malice darted with impossible speed to the edge of the building and flipped into a dive off of it. His symbiote changed color into that of Hybrid. The red wings of hybrids symbiote build glided him to the falling body. He grabbed the man and set him softly on the ground. Malice then changed back to himself. He walked away from the limp man.
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Post by scoobie017 on Nov 15, 2008 20:29:52 GMT -5
The above character (Malice) was mine. I dont know why it doesnt say my name.
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Seth
Newbie
Heroes, Villains...What's the difference?
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Post by Seth on Dec 3, 2008 20:33:04 GMT -5
Character's Real Name: Seth
Gender: Male Age: Unknown Occupation: None
Powers and Abilities (if any): Various Martial arts and Armed Fighting skills, Low-Level Telepathy and Psychic Defences, Centuries of Knowledge and Experience, Extreme healing factor to the point where he can not die, He is also extremely resilient to harm. Power Gained by (if any power): Drinking the elixir of life created by his master an Apothecary for Pharoah Ramses the First. Weaknesses: Although he is able to re-join/bond body parts after injury he can not regenerate lost body parts. Both parts must be touching to rejoin.
Appearance: Seth has long Purple hair and Pale Sky-blue eyes. He wears a long black Trench coat and usually military-style clothing.
History: Seth was born in Ancient Egypt during the rule of Pharoah Ramses the First. His master was an Apothecary of Chemicals for the pharoah and with the help of advanced alien technology provided by a certain mutant of the time, the Elixir of Life was created. Whilst the Apothecary was out of the lab Seth drank the elixir and became immortal. Since then he has been travelling the world and learning. Unfortunately he has had his share of heartache and loss. This has made him bitter and withdrawn. He has amassed a large amount of wealth and property over the years and now lives in an old farmhouse alone. He will occasionaly get involved with current events but tries to stay out of the spotlight where possible.
Other Information: Seth's Arch-nemesis is Mr. "Knuckles" Wilson
RP Sample: The phone rang out in the manor house. It rang again. After four more rings the answer machine kicked in. "Hel...hello? Mr. Seth? My name is Kelly Peaks. I need your help. Hello? Please call me back my number is 01234354222." The dial-tone clicked in and the phone went dead. Seth walked across the hallway and glared at the phone. He lit a cigerrette then turned on his heel and left the house. The phone began to ring again. Another message clicked on, "Seth! Seth! It's Lucius. You may need to hear this. Wilson is back! He's got your Great Great Grand-daughter. Seth! Seth!" The sound echoed in the house but Seth didn't hear it as his car pulled away down the gravel drive. "Bloody people, why can't I be left alone for five minutes!?"
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Trent Algard
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If you can't be the best, beat the rest.
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Post by Trent Algard on Feb 21, 2009 15:31:16 GMT -5
Character's RealName: Trent Algard. Superhero Name: Break.
Gender: Male. Age: 16. Occupation: Cashier.
Powers and Abilities: Super strength, enhanced speed, able to manifest the energy his midi chlorines produce, make it physical, and use it to attack the enemy. Enhanced agility, and low speed regeneration.
Power Gained By: Trent Algard was walking home from work, as usual, with a friend from school, named Alexis Walker. Chatting as they walked, he stopped at the sidewalk, opposite from Alexis's house, and waved her goodbye, as he watched her cross the street, as happy as she could be.
Meanwhile, a fat, crudely dressed man, waering a greasy trucker hat, and a shirt that said 'Stop staring at my breast.' He was indeed a crude man, who was also drunk, which was easy to catch, seeing the open beer can in the man's hand. The man, hearing a ring from his pocket, quickly stuck his hand in his pocket, shuffling around for the source, and finally, pulled out a white Razor. Flipping it open, he began the conversation with, 'Hey honey', not paying attention to the road, or the steering wheel, which was now staring to move out of his control.
During this time, Alexis started across the street, as Trent watched her. She was beautiful to him, her blonde hair flowing back, her eyes as blue as can be, and her personality, as gay as a child on Christmas morning. Trent, taking his eyes away from her, turning his eyes in the direction of homeward, glanced toward the street again. The truck, driven by this fat man, was going at high speeds down the road, knocking other cars out of the way. Alexis, not noticing this, took her sweet time, singing as she walked across the street. Trent could not just stand there and watch the love of his life get ran over, and become roadkill. With a burst of speed, and a mighty shout:
"ALEXIS!!!!"
An hour later an ambulance arrived, swerving carefully around the young boy's body on the ground. A man, dressed in all white, jumped out of the back of the van as soon as it hit a stop, carrying a stretch bed out in front of him. Another man in white jumped out, rushing over to the youth, picked him up and set him on the bed. Just inches away from Trent's battered body, Alexis, the beautiful youth he had saved, was weeping. Nearby, more sirens were heared, as a police car arrived at the seen. *Click*, the door opened, outstepped a female officer, who walked over to Alexis, trying to comfort her, saying things like: "He died like a real man", and, "You should be so glad to have had a friend like him." Another officer stepped out the driver's seat, walking out from the car, to the trucker, who was still at the scene, staring horribly at what he had done. The policeman cuffed the man, and began to explain his crimes to him, while the ambulance drove away, momentarily going out of sight...
A doctor, by the name of France Isuori, had been so fascinated with a patient of his. In the 'Healing Cross' hospital, he was fiddling inside the corpse of one of his patients, that had a remarkable type of cancer. In this situation, having happened three months ago, France began to take home samples of the dead man's DNA home with him, examining it, becoming more curious with each passing day. Having being a phorensic scientist, Isuori was a man of science, who had devoted his life to science. However, when he poked around in a forbidden project known as, 'Super - Man', he was fired. But, having a medical career to fall back on, the day he was fired he snuck into a facility at the orginization of which he worked, taking a sample from a viale, which had contained the contents of this, 'Project Super - Man.' Nothing was known about Project Super - Man, even after Isuori discovered what it was for, he could never understand why. Taking a sample of blood from his dead patient home, he had mixed it with the sample he had taken from Project Super - Man. Each night he had done this, ever since he found out that Project Super - Man needed the blood of a certain human to actually take effect. His intentions for this, was to take revenge on the very people who fired him. But, he knew he could not use it on himself, for fear he would die. Finally, after three months, he decided to take a chance and inject the combination of blood into himself...until Trent came in...
During the operation on Trent Algard, who had broken his ribs, legs, and 23 of his bones, Isuori was outside of the operating room, waiting for the doctors to finish and come out, so he could test his theory out on the half dead child. After many hours, the two doctors walked out, a red haired nurse coming out behind them, who's heads were bowed and masks were off. Isuori hastily went to them and asked them would the boy make it. The group, confused at Isuori's behaivor, asked him if he were related to Mr. Algard. Isuori, for some reason, fearfull that he had not much time, said, "Yes, I'm his uncle." One doctor shook his head, looked at Isuori with sorrowfull eyes, and spoke solemnly, "Your nephew most likely won't make it. His pain is to great, and he's losing a lot of blood. Most likely, he'll die within thirty minutes." Isuori's eyes grew even more fearfull than they had been before, he stood there for ten minutes, contemplating how he was going to do this. If it suceeded, there was a small chance the boy would continue to live, but if he failed....he would have taken a life. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, a dark voice inside Isuori told him to go through with it, what was the harm? If he died, he died. The world shall continue to spin, and more shall continue to die. 'Tis the cycle of life and death. Convinced by his own words, when the medical officials stepped out of the room, he headed into the operating room, a syringe full of the DNA from his odd patient, and Porject Super - Man, lying in his pocket, waiting for it's shell...
Trent Algard sat on that bed for twenty - nine minutes, when finally, he felt a tight knot in his chest. His vision was going blurry, and he began to invision a white light at the end of a long, pitch black tunnel. Looking around, dazed, he spoke quietly, "Am I...dead?", he spoke, absolutely no fear in his voice. Then...oddly, he clenched his teeth, wincing at some sort of pain in his left arm, "Ow...what the...". The white light dissapeared, the tunnel vanished, and suddenly, Trent was flying...flying in the air. A stray cloud, drifting above him. Trent started at the cloud, unable to look away, as if it were so tantilizing. Suddenly, a hand burst out from the cloud, and a deep booming voice said, "Go." And suddenly, the hand smacked Trent with such force, that he fell, was shouting, screaming, yelling, and the second before he hit the ground...
He woke up. Trent was lying on the operating bed, staring into a bright light, which suddenly shut off, and in it's place, the head of a man, holding a syringe in his hand, staring down at him. The man's wild red eyes were staring into his, and his black hair was waving wildly. The man spoke softly, "Mr. Algard...Mr.Algard?! My god...he's alive!", the man screamed, then began jumping up and down, shouting over and over again, "He's alive! He's alive! He's Alive!". Trent, confused at this, began to look around. He noticed he was in a operating room, but before he could catch anything else, the man spoke to him, "Now, Trent...do not be alarmed. I am only-" Then it happened. Trent's arm began to shimmer, glowing a holy color of shining white, full of fear, Trent could not help himself. He sprung straight up out of the operating table so fast, he hit the man in the face...but was unharmed. Screaming, and shouting, he walked backwards, looking in horror at his hand, still glowing it's glorious white color, he staggered back, unaware of the operating table behind him. He tripped over it, staggering back, toward the window. He fell, crashing out of the window, falling down fifty stories. After two and a half seconds, the man heard a loud BOOM, at the ground. He thought, there's no way he could have survived that...but then again. And with that thought, the man ran out of the room, running down numerous steps. No time for the elevator, he thought, but his legs would soon regret that.
Trent opened his eyes, and felt a horrible pain in his back, but immediatly, sprang to his feet, having no problem doing so at all. Trent began to walk, oddly, the pain in his back was slowly healing. Curious as to how he survived the fall, he turned back at his crash site, and gaped in amazement. A giant gaping hole in the ground was the only thing there...no trampoulines, no pillow, no guy who ran out and said, "Your on AFV!"... This was so odd to him... Feeling there was nothing left to do at this site, he turned from the hole, and started homeward. He knew one thing though: The man from before knows what forced him to breathe, to let out a breath of air again, instead of joining his deceased relatives. But, before he looks for that man again, he needed to get home. But, he knew one thing: He was NOT going to tell his parents of this, for they would just make a big deal out of it. Even though it was, Trent wanted to do this by himself.
Two days afterwards, Trent stood outside the house of Alex Ross, the love of his life, whom he had saved on the day he died. Ringing the door bell two times, he stood there, his brown hair being pushed back by the wind, black jacket standing still in the attack of the wind. Finally, a girl opened the door, wearing but a towel and some flip flops, her blonde hair was wet, apparently, she just got out of the shower. Opening the door halfway, she gaped when she saw who it was. Smiling at her, Trent said, very quietly, as if he thought someone werel istening in on the conversation, "Mind if I come in?", still gaping at him, she began to studder, and finally manage to utter, "S-S-S-S-...Sure...."
After many hours, Trent had finally explained to Alexis everything that happened, and all the while, Alexis just stared...and stared...and finally, she smiled. Trent, who was puzzled by her behaivor, finally said, "Are you ok?", "Let's go outside," She replied, "I want to see something." "Your not going to bring one of your dorky Teen Titans comics are you?" "Shut up and come on."
So, they walked out the back, Alexis, now fully dressed in a yellow hoodie and blue pants, her blonde hair appearing to be part of the hoodie. Trent followed, hesitantly after her, where she motioned for him to come to her. She then pointed at a brick wall, opposite from them, that acted as a fence to keep each row of houses seperated. Trent stared, staring to look at Alexis as if she were insane. "See that?" "Yeah..." "Know what it is." "...A brick wall. What about it?" "Punch it." Looking at her with even more curiousity in his eyes, he repeated, "Punch it?! Imma' break my knuckles!" She then smacked him on the back of the head, and said, "Punch it with all your strength, got it?" "Well...what do I get if I do it..." "Hmmm...how about....all my comics?" "Hell no." "Geez, don't have to be harsh...how about...a kiss?" "Hmm?!!" "If you do it, I'll give you a kiss." "...I don't want to sound like a pervert, but okay.." His face beginning to turn red, Trent approached the brick wall. He breathed in and out, repeatedly, while nearby Alexis tapped her foot, which always meant, 'Anyday now?'. So, Trent reared his fist back, closing his eyes, and bearing himself for pain, he struck the wall with all of his force. And it scattered away, as if it were just a wall made out of legos. Opening his eyes, Trent's mouth dropped, as he turned back to Alexis, he saw her looking at Trent with so much happiness, and joy, and excitement, all of these emotions and more were in her eyes. She then, ran toward him at a high speed, and tackled him upon the ground. He was still and shock, staring at the ruins of the wall, so full of...questions. But he never got that kiss.
Meanwhile, the now madman, Isuori, was still searching for his test subject. Searching high and low, looking around the city of New York for him, but not finding a trace of him. Finally classifying this prototype as obsolete, he decided to use the sample on himself, now knowing that it could not hurt him...
Which would play out horribly for Trent.
On a Monday, Trent was on his way to school. He and Alexis agreed to keep his newfound power secret. His reason was: "I don't want to be classified as a freak, like the X - Men." Alexis's reason was: "Have a secret identity! Like Robin! Or Batman! Or Spiderman!" But Trent was fairly sure that he would not become a superhero, for he didn't really have a good reason to become one.
Anyway, in Trent's English class, he found himself pondering how he had gotten this power, and who the man with the syringe was. He found himself starting to daydream, and had imagined himself, flying out of the window, beating up criminals, saving the damsel in distress.... And peeing on the heads of the ones who mocked him. He had begun to think that things may start to go up from now on...until his teacher, who had been reading a book this whole time, got up and turned on her radio to the news channel. This exact message was heard...
"Bobby, are you getting this?!", said the reporter, her voice sounding so panic. "Bobby, I REALLY hope you are getting this! I'm here at downtown, where a woman had just passed, claimling that a huge metal THING, is hovering above the Statue of Liberty. I have just seen it for myself, and for some d**n reason, The Fantastic Four aren't here! Bobby! Bobby, what the hell is going o-" BOOM. The transmission cut off, and the whole room was silent. A few kids were shifting around in their seats, and then suddenly, the sound of the principle could be heard over the intercom:
"Attention students. Evacuate the school, IMMEDIATLY. Teachers, escort your students to the bus. Wait for noone. If one student seperates from the group, he will face the ULTIMATE consequence! All grades are dismissed!"
At this point, Trent was paniccing, and for some reason, his gut was telling him that this was all his fault. He did not know why, but, he also did not know why, at the time, Alexis was motioning for him to come out the fire escape. Trent hastilly made his way toward her, and they both sped out of the school. "Are you CRAZY?!! We have to stay with the group!" Trent shouted, his voice even cracking at some points. "Yeah! Didn't you hear the radio? If this is a job concerning the Fantastic Four, then it must be a supervillian!" "Alexis, don't you get it?!!! This isn't a game! This is life or death!" "You shouldn't be afraid of death. Death to you should be like a rerun." She was right. He had died once before, what had he to worry about? Trent sighed, still running at a constant pace by Alexis side. "Hate to admit it, but your right...so, we head there now?" She shook her head fiercely, and looked up to him with passionate eyes, "No way! Like you said, they will label you as a freak, and we may never get to see eachother again! No...let's go to my house. I got a few things you could use." Feeling as if he would throw up, Trent only shook his head, and continued to run alongside Alexis, hoping this wouldn't be the last time they were together.
Meanwhile, downtown, a gigantic figure was hovering over the town, it's white eyes were gleaming so bright, and it's body was shimmering so bright it looked as if it were a holy figure, bringing itself upon the Earth. The being toppled buildings, crashed streets, and knocked cowering civilians out of it's sight. It then shouted, as it made it's way to the Statue of Liberty:
"I WAS THE GREATEST SCIENTIST EVER. BUT YOU WERE JEALOUS! I WILL SHOW YOU MY POWER, SO, COWER IN FEAR!!!"
As the being raised it's glorious shining hand, ready to cast it down upon the head of Liberty, it was hit by a boulder, a part of which it had been of a nearby hospital the being had destroyed. The boulder flew into the air, casting itself onto the being's head, which let out a loud roar, and looked down at the street, then shouted:
"WHO DARE MOCK ME??!!!"
There stood a man, in a full body grey swim suit, (very similair to the one Michael Phelps wore), a mask over his eyes, much like Robin's, and a bandana on the top of his head. The man stood, staring at the being, and then shouted, "You got five seconds to clear out of here, before I make you!" The being just laughed, shimmering as it let out each loud, 'Ha'.
"TRY IT, PUNY MAN."
Nearby, Alexis stood behind a torn building, looking at the ongoing situation, as if she wear watching a movie. Quietly cheering, she threw her arms in the air, waving them around wildly. Meanwhile, Trent, the man wearing this costume, picked up another boulder, sending it crashing into the being, which only flicked it back at him. Trent, eyes wide, outstretched his hands to catch the comet he had sent, and grabbed it, groaning as he caught it. But, once he set it down, the being was in front of him, the shimmering light from it's eyes blinding him, was enough for the being to smack him away, crashing towards the statue of Liberty.
Trent rose to his feet, having landed on the Statue of Liberty's arm, he stood up, then looked at the statue's face and smiled. "I always did like you." The being then rose, high into the sky, it's shimmering chest starting to open...only to reveal a cannon! The cannon began to charge itself, and was aimed- at the building, of which was Alexis's hiding spot. Not knowing this, Trent prayed that what he was about to do worked, and even if it didn't, no harm done. Trent crouched, feeling the energy in his legs starting to charge, he then... Jumped. He jumped so far and high, he thought he could see the very same cloud that pushed him back to life. He did so, as soon as the cannon shot, he landed on the back of the being's back, clutching on for his life. He then held up his arms, pulling back his arms to pile drive this thing in the head...and suddenly, the white light in his arm appeared. Only this time, it didn't feel threatning...it felt like it was charging him. Giving him power. Beggining to become addicted to this feeling, he reared his arms back, and charged them forward, hitting the being in the head with so force, that it knocked this thing toward the ground, and the being went crashing down, leaving Trent, the victor.
Trent hopped off the being, as soon as it hit the ground, and went over to where Alexis was hiding, shouting, "We did it! We did it! Alexis we-". His victory was cut short, when he found that Alexis's body was torn in half due to the blast of the cannon. Trent was devistated. And so, in honor of Alexis's memory, her good will, and their friendship, he became Break, the human weapon. Trent now stands upon the Empire State Building, overlooking the city of New York, as the sun now sets, a tear detaches itself from his eyes, landing upon the ground, as the civilians continue walking. But they'll always know, if Spiderman, Fantastic Four, or anyone else were not here.
He would always be there to meet out the needs of this city.
Weaknesses: Even though he can regenerate, it is at a slow pace. Meaning, if you just keep shooting, and don't give him time to regenerate, he may die. Bassically, just keep attacking till he falls.
Appearance: He dosen't wear a costume. He usually arrives on the scene with a black jacket, black baggy jeans, and a mask that covers his eyes and a ninja mask that covers his mouth. He is brown skinned, matted down black hair, and blue eyes, due to Prject Super - Man.
History: There's not much to Trent Algard. Before the incident, he was an average joe.
Other Info: None.
RP Sample: Trent walked the streets of New York in the night. It was so quiet...the same melody that the rain played, continued on, banging itself upon his head, like a drum, or the scorn of a woman, the way others put it. Trent had his hands in his pocket, looking down at the street, but, to his surprise, the scream of a woman and her child rang from a nearby alleyway. Trent's face immediatly hardened, no sign of mercy showed in it, but...there's more than one side to Trent. Digging around in his pocket, Trent began to run, at a slow pace in the beggining, but his speed picked up when the second scream came. He could not be late, as he ran by, he saw many animals coming his way. A stray dog, barking at the moon, as if he were cursing it. He turned to his left, and all he saw was a black cat, purring, and taking it's own little stroll down the alleyway. <I envy animals...>, Trent thought, as he used his right hand to take out an black eye mask, having it's own two eyeholes, which he picked it up by. <They only have themselves to worry about...>. He slowly then raised his left hand, digging into his right pocket, his speed increased, as he heard a gunshot. He pulled out a ninja mask, and applied both masks upon his face, <Wish it were that easy for me...> With his sheer leg power, he crouched, charging up his leg power, and finally, releasing, bounding himself all the way to the rooftops, he landed, making a soft sound. He stood to his feet, looking down at the alley from above, seeing the mother on the ground. Thank god, the bullet missed her, but she might not be so lucky again. Trent then jumped down, right above the criminal, making sure his foot hits the man in the face, shouting, "BREAK!" <Wish it were that easy...>
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Post by ghoul on Mar 2, 2009 18:16:18 GMT -5
Quote:Character's Real Name: Ikarus Rex. Superhero/villian Name: Ghoul.
Gender: Male. Age: 18. Occupation: (ex. hero, journalist)Movie Critic.
Powers and Abilities (if any): Can manipulate the symbiote of his own attire. Power Gained by (if any power): A comet had crashed, not far from his apartment. Curious, as to what the comet must've been holding, and how it fell, Ikarus went to investigate. As he neared closer and closer to the comet, a black spire, hoisting it's entire being, (which was a lump of symbiote), out, and poured itself unto Ikarus. He dosen't know how he was able to resist it, but he did. The suit gave him unspeakable power, and, with dreams of grandure, he decided to make as much money as he could with the new found abilities. Eventually, he found the suit had a mind of it's own, and emptied it's thoughts, into his head, though, he still does not know, he was able to resist the dark thoughts of the symbiote, of which he had named Ares. Seeing his greed of money, and the symbiote's greed of having it's own vessel, and not stoping to attain it, he realized it was not much difference. To atone, he decided to be a selfless hero, instead of a selfish scoundrel. Weaknesses: What every Symbiote has: soundwaves, and his own, his love for the city of Manhattan.
Appearance: Black hair, black hoodie, (symbiote) which he cannot remove, black jeans, black shoes, and his hair is in a ponytail. He has a black shirt under the hoodie, that has a red skull on it.
History: Ikarus Rex had nothing: no home, no family, no real friends, nobody to comfort him. He started out, just a hopeless kid, no real ambition in sight. He had been recently offered a job as a Movie Critic, out of pity, and accepted. He hates that he had dishonered himself, but he needs the money. He walks around the city of Manhattan for a very lnog time, until, a meteor crashes, hitting a park near him. Worried for anyone there, he dashed toward the spot, ready to protect a civilian. He found the child, but unfortunately, the child was in a state of shock, and Ikarus, thinking the landing did this, stared upon the child's eyes in disbelief...
Then everything went black.
And Ikarus found himself upon the floor again, feeling as if he were in an intense fight. Which he was, but his deep dark soul, was able to resist the symbiote, and the symbiote gave in to him. Ikarus asked many skilled scientists, what it was, but eventually, didn't care. As long as he had this power to help, it didn't matter to him.
Other Information: Not really much, except most of the movies he critics suck, so he gives it a 1-4.
RP Sample: Rain.
His faviorite site...rain. Ghoul, dressed in his black hoody, standing atop the edge of the Daily Bugle, looking down on the peons below, investigating another 'crime scene', while the real criminal got away. Ghoul, annoyed by this act of ignorance, leaped high from the building, plummiting down toward the escaping man, as he panicked, and shot at Ghoul, who only laughed, as the bullets were caught by a vicious mouth, coming out of his chest, that ate at the bullets. Ghoujl slammed his fist upon the man's head, feeling it tremble, and hearing a voice in his head:
"'Nother one down. We gonna' keep this up all night?" "Until their all gone, yeah." "Why do you care?" "I just do." "Why?" "Shut the hell up, and do what I tell you." "Humans are so inconsiderate...but I like you, so be lucky." "Yeah, yeah..."
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Post by ghoul on Mar 2, 2009 18:24:01 GMT -5
(And sorry, change Statue of Liberty to Empire State Building please.)
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Post by erase on Mar 15, 2009 17:14:01 GMT -5
Character's Real Name:Erase "Ezzy" Alpha Superhero/villian Name:Shift
Gender:Female Age:14 Occupation: Hero/Thieve
Powers and Abilities:Ezzy has the power to shift powers,hence the name,depending on the circustances.If she's fighting,she'll become stronger and if she's running she'll become faster.She also knows several fighting styles including Karate,Kung-fu,Kickboxing,Ninjutsu and Savate.She is also highly experience with several types of weapons and uses a Zanbato (Really big japanese sword that looks like a katana) Power Gained by:Mutant.Her fighting skills come from using her powers to learn by shifting to inteligence. Weaknesses:If she takes one power,let's say strenght,to a to high extent all her other skills would be downed.This doesn't happen if it isn't taken to far.Also,sometimes her power takes some seconds to shift,which can cause an disvantage.
Appearance:Tall,bulky,long blond hair with emo-ish bangs and light green eyes.Her hair has two bluish-black highlights around the middle,one on each side.She tends to use skater punk like clothes,usually with shades of black and blue.
History:She discovered she was a mutant only 2 years ago.Being a very calm and calculative person under pressure,she knew that she shouldn't tell anyone and that it would have to be a complete secret.Yet,someone dicovered one day and told the world.She simply ran away and became a marginal hero known as Shift.
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RP Sample: The teenager panted loudly as she ran at an amazing speed through the busy train station.She accidently hit someone,who fell back. She looked at the person for microseconds before whispering a quick sorry and begining to run again.She dodged a man carrying lot's of bagage and jumped into a train,right before it closed it's doors. Immediately after,a man wearing expensive clothing,appeared. "Stop that kid!That bastard stole my watch!" Everyone looked at the man as if he was crazy as the train left the station. Ezzy sighed. The man was a mobster.And he had a totally sweet,expensive watch. "Hey,heroes have to eat." she thought as she sat down on an empty seat.She raised an eyebrow as a tall,dark figure aproached her. "I'm sorry,but I couldn't help but wonder,that is a magnificient gold watch.Would you mind if I could take a look at it?" Ezzy quickly glanced at her wrist. "Yes." "But-" "Please,leave me alone." The man glared at her and leaned closer to her. "I happen to know that is my boss's watch.Hand it to me before I have to resort to violent mesures." She fowned before smilling a bit. "Bite me." She quickly puched the man,who flew back. Everyone around walked a few steps back. Ezzy laughed and jumped off an open window,landing and starting to run.She stopped and watched the train as it disppeared into the horizon. "See ya." she said as she slidded her hoodie over her head.
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Post by holloweenhero36 on May 8, 2009 17:42:20 GMT -5
Character's Real Name:Meris Superhero/villian Name:Mage
Gender:male Age:11 Occupation: (ex. hero, journalist)wizard hero
Powers and Abilities (if any): (ex. black belt in karate, x-ray vision)every power in the world. Power Gained by (if any power): (Explain how your character got the powers)He is a wizard, so he was born with them. Weaknesses: (any weaknesses your character has) black magic wizards Appearance: (describe the appearance of your character. If you have made a picture, that will be fine.)2.5b5*m1*Mage*Hair:Expansion1,bowlcut,DC0028,FF0000,100,100,23,Eyebrows:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,21,Eyes:Faces,face18,000000,F79E72,100,100,20,Nose:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,27,Mouth:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,18,Beard:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,26,Ears:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,19,Skin:,tiger,F79E72,070707,100,100,7,Mask:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,22,Headgear:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,29,Undershirt:FantasyCommon,robe,000000,000000,100,72,8,Overshirt:CapeFronts,halfcloaktrim,313131,DC0028,100,100,9,Coat:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,25,RightGlove:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,17,LeftGlove:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,16,Insignia:Tattoos,fraBlank,DC0028,FF0000,100,100,1,Neckwear:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,24,Belt:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,15,Leggings:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,10,Overleggings:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,11,Pants:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,14,RightFoot:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,13,LeftFoot:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,12,Back:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,4,Wings:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,5,Tail:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,6,Aura:Expansion1,electroid,DC0028,FF0000,100,100,3,Companion:Expansion1,grizzly,202020,313131,78,100,31,Background:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,2,RightHand:,fraBlank,FFFFFF,FFFFFF,100,100,30,LeftHand:Polearms,orb,DC0028,4B4B4B,100,100,28,# History: (Write a short history of your character)Meris was born in an other realm called Nexaria.Nexaria consists of pure magic.Nexaria was at war for over a thousand years with Hexaria,the evil version of Nexaria.One unforgetable day,Nexaria was about to be destroyed , but meris used all of his power to wipe out the Hexarian army, unfortunetley the power surge transported Meris to Earth.Ha has been the earth hero known as Mage,ever since.
Other Information:He has a pet dragon who is his best freind.He got the dragon for a gift when he was born from his father,who died in the war.The dragon's name is Merixis and it is a large male black dragon with the power to shift shape into a human.
RP Sample: (Post a short role-playing sample using the character) One day,Dr. Octopus was reaking chaos among the city, and with him a black magicc wizard(a wizard from hexaria).Luckily with him,meris had a black magic absorber.He quickly threw it at the evil mage.The mage lost his powers,and now it was time to deal with Dr. Octopus.Meris blasted fire at Dr. Octopus's tentacles and melted them!!! Meris casted a capturing spell on the evil Dr. and delivered the mage and the evil Dr. to a highly trained mutant police facility.
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