Just what the title says. If there's interest, I'll start up once we have 3-6 heroes. To submit a hero, you need to give both given and super names, as well as powers (if any) and at least a sentence or two of background. This should be fun and informal.
Edit: I have been advised by the presumably-knowledgeable Lord Bucket to expand the OP some. The reason I have provided such sparse info in the OP is that I was planning to have a Schrodinger's Setting--everything is undefined until it needs to be. A player's back story requires gangs? We're in a crime-ridden area. A plan requires access to large amounts of water? We're in a coastal city. The only thing I won't allow is a contradiction; if the setting is stated to be a small town, you'd best have a REALLY good reason as to why it has an international airport. Be logical, and I'll be reasonable.
As to the story, I'll start by making it up as we go along. Once we get underway and I have a feel on the heroes, I might start a deep plot, but for now it'll be carefree.
And as for proof I won't drop this in a week? Look at my history. I have made several RP and RTD threads, and as long as there have been enough people posting (typically >0), I have kept it running. I promise that I will do my best to provide at minimum daily updates if at least most of the heroes have stuff they're doing. That's really all I can do to prove myself.
We have started!
There is an OOC thread. Please post heroes you want to go on the waiting list there, I'll write them in ASAP.
Heroes:
Given Name: Lonnie Spry
Superhero Name: Tomcat
Powers: Chimerism (Half-cat), Enhanced Agility, Peak Intellect, and Peak Strength
Note: Nocturnal
spoiler=Background:
Lonnie was a fairly normal child growing up in a small town in Romania with his parents. One day on the way to school he absent-mindedly bumped into an old lady, spilling her bag of cooking ingredients everywhere. Lonnie quickly apologized and tried to pick up the ingredients as quickly as he could, fumbling every second item and dropping every third. She gave him a sour look, but she reached into her pocket and pulled out an unusually bright red apple. She handed it to him and offered to tell him a story. Not wanting to go to his boring grade 3 classes he agreed and sat down at the side of the alley near the local park leading up to the school. He happily listened to the story as he gnawed at the apple. His mind began to blur and he began to understand less and less. His body was heavy, yet somehow warm.
Lonnie woke up. His vision was shaky, something blotted out the sky. and something was digging into his back. He shook his head, accidentally scratching his face on a branch. It became obvious as his vision cleared that he was in a bush. With a bit of effort he struggled his way out of the bush, cutting his arm in the process. He started to cry as the tinge of pain drew across his mind, but as his hand moved towards the cut his mind quickly drew away from the pain. He had claws... and the back of his hands had a thin smooth layer of fur. He couldn't scream, it was too sudden for that. Looking around he saw the streets that he usually walked every day to school, only the sun wasn't present and the streetlights seemed awfully bright. Sniffling from the pain, and unwilling to come to terms with what he was seeing, he walked his way back home.
He knocked at the door, hopping that his parents hadn't been worrying too much. His mom opened the door, with a gasp of surprise she dove down to hug her son. She brushed his fur and stared at his face with surprise. The thing that she was holding had the face of her son, but his ears were that of a cat and his eyes shined madly at her. Lonnie's cat-like eyes snapped back as his mother let out a scream that sent chills down his spine. Lonnie's eyes teared up as he asked, almost in a desperate tone, 'What's wrong?'. His mother couldn't bear it, and she pushed him out of the doorway in terror. After pounding at the door for a good 10 minutes Lonnie's father came out with the family's shotgun. His father called out to him, but the look that Lonnie saw on his face just made him turn and run.
He spent the night in the cemetery that was down at the end of the road, crying behind the statues that towered over him, almost looking down upon him. He cried until the morning, when a sudden and unexpected drowsiness hit him. An elderly gravedigger found him passed out in the early morning, took him into his own house, and set him down on the couch with a spare blanket. When night rolled around Lonnie awoke to see the gravekeeper reading a book in the nearby lounge chair. Lonnie looked at him, asking where he was. The gravedigger looked over, startled by the glowing eyes, but nervously answered. It wasn't long before the digger heard the story of what happened. With all the superstition in the area he remained cautious, not wanting to be tricked by an evil spirit but also not wanting to turn away Lonnie if he was telling the truth. He shuffled around some old boxes and found some books that used to belong to his son that he just never got around to throwing out. Lonnie spent the night reading books of knights, magic, friendly monsters, and vampires.
Lonnie awoke that night to see his parents in the gravedigger's home, standing at a distance. He tried to greet them, but they just turned away and walked out in tears. Lonnie stood up and tried to run after them, but the elderly gravedigger held him back. He explained that he'd be taking care of him for now, and that he'd have to help maintain the graves at night before coming home to read. Every night he maintained the graves, making sure that nothing was falling out of place or getting too dusty, and every night he waiting for his parents to come to visit. Gravetending slowly became gravedigging, and picture books became novels. Without graves to dig the elderly ex-gravedigger decided to try teaching him what he lost in school. Lonnie took to it rather easily, and quickly breezed through everything but the math, which remained at an elementary level.
It was his 16th birthday, when his guardian passed away. On his deathbed he promised to stay to maintain the graves, but the man nodded his head, and handed him a journal instead. After wiping away his tears, Lonnie walked out to the graveyard with a shovel. It was a quiet night, and it was an even quieter funeral. Lonnie was all the old man had. The old man's family never called once during the 8 years he'd lived with him. After solemnly piling on the dirt he dragged himself back inside. It was almost morning, but he started leafing through the journal. It was almost like a memoir of all the moments that the man had with him. At the end of the journal the writing was shaky, and there were two tickets, one was a train ticket, and the other was a plane ticket. The shaky writing read: "Lonnie, no one here will accept you for who you are. It will be a hard road, but you should find a home. I hear that America is accepting of all kinds of people. I hope you'll find your place there."
He fought to stay away as he took the train, and the plane that thankfully was relaxed enough to forget his passport. He wore a hat and scarf to hide his ears and most of his face and everything was going smoothly. His luck didn't hold out.
Soon enough people caught on, and he was dragged off into a side room at the international airport. He pleaded to them in his language, but they just looked at him like he was a monster. After a night at the airport a local genetics lab took him in, calling him Tomcat until they could figure out what he was saying. After several tests they concluded that he was human, despite the appearance of his eyes, ears, small tail, muscle mass, bone structure, and light brown and tan fur. They were at a loss, so they kept him in observation, trying to work with a translator until Lonnie learned English. Lonnie's story was of course unbelievable, and seen as imaginative, so they continued their tests. Lonnie quickly got used to the language and sped through any book that they gave him, even the odd textbook. As long as it didn't have math he was fine with reading it. He became fascinated by detective work and the literature that spawned from it. Not seeing any progress after two years of keeping him as a test subject they decided to let him apply to be a detective sponsored by the lab rather than let him rot at the lab.
Taking one look at the picture attached to file the police Sargent nearly choked on his coffee. After looking through the physical and intellectual information on him he quietly rejected the application, sending a letter to the lab asking for his release into the precinct's custody. After a day or two of considering the lab accepted the precinct's terms and released 'Tomcat' into their custody. Lonnie was thrilled at the idea of being a detective.
I don't plan on writing this long a post every time, but I really wanted a gypsy-cursed person with cat ears. I hope the story comes across as somewhat believable as far as superheroes go. Anything I should change?
Given Name: Maxamillian Crestview
Super Name: The Shadow
Powers: Has a few gadgets from his spying days: A cloaking watch which allows him total invisibility for a moment or two. A disguise kit which allows him to transform his shape into any others [he still keeps his own abilities during the transformation.]. He is an accomplished knife-fighter. He remember information well.
Back story: The Shadow used to be involved in several covert affairs for several different organizations. Never one to share information unnecessarily he became one of the best in his trade. However when odd stories of “Super-heroes” started popping up he decided to retire and go into the private sector. With more money than he’ll ever need funding his hobby of paranormal investigation he takes a laissez-faire approach to his job unless the case peaks his interest. Oddly enough Maxamillian Crestview is not his real name but merely one of his favorite aliases. For a man who’s infamous for remembering the slightest details, for a man who has committed such large amounts of industrial espionage, and for a man who has become legend in the intelligence gathering circles the greatest tragedy is that even he cannot remember who he really is, he doesn’t even remember what he truly looks like.
Given Name: Sigrudd Angall
Super Name: Ragnarok
Powers: Sigrudd can channel the powers of Norse mythological creatures. He can harness an Ice Giant to gain its strength and proficiency of ice magic, or any other creature, such as Huginn. However, in order to harness the gods, or their greatest adversaries, he must possess an artifact of what he wishes to embody. As of now, all he possesses is Loki's mistletoe dart, used to slay Baldr.
Backstory:
Sigrudd was once one of the greatest Norse heroes. His descent was varied and immense in power, numerating not only the gods, but the elves, dwarves and even giant. The gods themselves gave him artifacts imbued with their powers for him to fight with, and to harness his power. Armed with the artifacts and powers of the gods themselves, he acted as one of their many avatars on Miđgarđr, the world of the humans. However, not all beings were pleased by his strength. The Ice Giants ranks had been thinned considerably by his serving of the gods, and they eventually decided to act. They surrounded him and outnumbered him, and though he fought well and strongly, he was defeated by their ranks. After being defeated, he hid the dart within his underclothes, and they stole from him all the other artifacts, and froze him in a block of ice. Centuries later, he felt his strength returning. Pulling upon the abilities of a fire giant, he melted the ice around him, freeing him from his prison.
Awakening in a daze, he looked around him, feeling for the power of the gods, but he felt their power only slightly, as if they had suddenly lost their strength. Panicked, he reached for the dart concealed within his clothes and tried to feel the powers of Loki. He felt the old rush of power, but it was delayed, and weakened.
Had his people forgotten about their gods of old? He was determined to find out.
If I may. And no, totally NOT ripped off from a certain game series.
Given name: Richard Collins
Superhero name: Mindmaster
Powers: He has the ability to manifest his mind into a physical form, usually based off a mythological or folkloric character. They usually influence the personality of Richard, as he has control on what he can manifest. Of course, he is unable to manifest more than one at a time, and he cannot fight at length.
Richard himself, without manifestations, is powerless.
Backstory: An average college student, from an unspecified part of Britain. Gained his powers when he witnessed a battle between a strange, as of yet unspecified creature and an unnamed superhero. Has been going out at midnight to defend innocent citizens since.
No points for guessing what series I ripped him off of.
Given Name: Kathryn (?)
Super Name: Misdirection (alternatively The Grey Ghost, Copycat, Phantasma, or Trick. Possibly related Heroes, or the same?)
Powers: She is classified as a Psionic, but with a laser guided focus-she has great power to bend the mind in regards to the five senses. She can, for example, alter her form to look and sound like anyone else, or manipulate the auditory spectrum around her to produce false voices, misleading echoes, areas of mental silence, disturbingly loud sounds and the like. She can also manipulate the visual spectrum-kaleidoscopic nausea, vivid hallucinations, mirror doubles, blurring and displacement effects or partial invisibility, among others. These effects are even strong enough to pierce Psionic N-Space-so a person viewing her through a security camera or a visual device will not be immune to the effects, if slightly more resistant. She is quite difficult to truly perceive through any other means-electronic, arcane or mental, she has trained or equipped herself to fool them all.
Her powers over touch, smell and taste are currently undeveloped, but she can perform minor feats with them. She of course retains enhanced Agility, Strength and Constitution, and is considerably trained in martial arts, gunplay and all forms of espionage-this is true of all her siblings as well, who have trained alongside her from an early age.
Back story: As befitting her name, Kathryn has told few people her true story. She prefers things left a mystery.
In truth, the moniker of 'Misdirection' is not completely unique-it is one that has been claimed many times in the past. It began in the times of Egyptian Empire, where the Trickster God Seth (or a sufficiently advanced force to call himself so) bestowed upon a particularly clever woman the ability to fool those who would pursue her. She lived a long and interesting life, never being caught-and to her surprise, found her daughters and sons possessed the same ability upon reaching maturity. Since then, the lives of those born into her lineage has been...exciting, to say the least.
Some became Heroes-others Villains-and some refused to use the gift, naturally. But most adopted their own guises and styles, and changed the world for good or evil. An ancient pact called the "Order of Seth" is what binds them this day-to keep their true forms, and their family name a secret-and to work together, no matter their other loyalties, to some great goal. There are in fact, quite a few of them-some related, others not-they can appear almost anywhere, taking each others identities and names, as easy as putting on a pair of clothes. Even those who can say to have bested the Heroine called Misdirection can never be entirely sure who they were exactly facing at the time-or what direction revenge will come for them from.
Kathryn was trained from a young age by the Order-she tutored under the best. In time, her freedom was granted-and she chose to serve good. For now.
The full extent, true goals, and nature of this 'Order of Seth' is unknown to Kathryn-she only knows she serves as one of many...
Name: Jakc Skargoff
Super Name: The Seer (?)
Powers: He can move anything he sees. If he's on a plain and sees an object 50 miles away, he can 'pick up' the object and move it. This also extends to moving words around on a page or squishing someone's head with two fingers. Other than that, he's mortal. The powers do scale with distance, though, so he could move maybe a pebble or something from 50 miles, he can't move mountains or anything.
History: Jakc has had a normal life, until he met his 'college professor'. He was at some university, he can't remember which, and he got called aside while walking down the hall, into a back room. The man who called him was a very tall, thin man with a sallow face and dark eyes. After standing completely still, gazing at Jakc for a few minutes, he muttered in a raspy voice, yesss, thisss one hasss...potential. Jakc can't recall exactly what happened, but there was something rushing toward him, and a sensation like exploded raspberries in his head, and then Jakc wokw up in a hospital bed. The nurses revealed he'd been unconcious for 3 weeks after he suddenly passed out while walking down the hallway. Jakc tried to recover, but he started to notice odd things happening around him. He'd reach out to swat a fly, and the stop sign behind it would fall over, and Jakc could feel the texture of the pole, despite being too far away to actually touch the pole. Things came to a head when he was accused of cheating on his midterm. He'd been up studying, and he'd tiredly brushed some eraser shavings off his paper...wiping half the letters off it as well. Eventually people started ostrasizing Jakc, and he was forced to move away. Eventually, tired of being called a freak, he's turned to crimefighting in an effort to get people to accept him.
So how's that?
Fine enough, although I'm going to take the later-suggested "boulder at your feet or dust at 50 miles" amount of strength.
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I'd wish to join the waitlist please, and i will work on my character until I can join.
Secret identity: Nico Valten
Alias: Lancelot
Powers: None, Uses 'Round Table-Battlesuit system' Aka, Guns, blades, and powerarmor.
Bio: Nico once helped DARPA with a project. Namely, infantry powered armor. The Project was codenamed "Round table" and there were few test subjects. One day, there was a attack, by some unknown force, and by the end of it, He was forced to use one of the prototypes. Branded a traitor for unknown reasons and with a co-researcher missing along with another prototype, He wanders the Country, helping in any way possible. Upon his travels, he arrived here.
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Screw it, I'm in.
Given Name: Lee Kennedy
Super Name: The Sentinel
Powers: Savant-level Technical Knowledge and Intelligence
Backstory: Not much is known about this person in his early days, so it can be assumed he had grown up somewhere isolated and away from civilisation. One thing is known, though. He is REALLY good with Technology.
Having lived quietly by day, one could suspect he would be up to something by night. And they are correct. Over a year, Lee has made none other than extremely advanced power armour, complete with jump-jets, thermal imaging, is bullet resistant, and even comes with a pulse laser, rocket launcher and machine gun, all hand-made over this long time.
During the first test run, he managed to take down a group of criminals in and impressive fashion. And with this Sentinel armour, he will protect the city.
The Sentinel is a technopath as well as scientist to keep from making him another Lancelot. Also, he has no powered armor.
any revisions, changes or additions?
See above.
Given Name: John Kellis
Age: 17
Super Name: Pathfinder
Powers: Pathfinder has the ability to find the best route from point A, which he thinks of, to point B, which he also thinks of, somewhat... automatically. For example, when he wants to get somewhere, his power kicks in and he knows where to go instinctively (he doesn't have the path memorized) and can follow that path. He can manipulate this somewhat, for example if he wants to get somewhere faster than someone, he might end up finding a way full of shortcuts etc, or for a safe way find a roundabout one. The current limit of his abilities extends to finding routes through specific areas.
Note this ability does not give him the ability to go through walls, or super speed, or any such. He simply knows the way, and he can't even go into super specific duper details either because he doesn't have that much control over his powers.
Backstory:
John Kellis never was one to get lost. As a baby, he always seemed to know how to get out of the simple areas his parents put him in. He knew how to get from place to place in his neighborhood without looking, even able to walk backwards from place to place. He fit perfectly in the Boy Scouts when he grew up further (an organization that he is now an Eagle Scout in), sometimes wandering off on hikes or camping trips far into the woods, returning just when people began to get worried about him. This trait proved to be incredibly useful throughout his life- but it was one incident that began to make him suspicious of the naturalness of his abilities. When he was 14, he ended up getting dropped off on a field trip in a city he had never been before without any navigation tools. It would have been a disaster, had he not mysteriously... known which way to go. Over the years, he's realized that this is, in fact, a power, and has even begun to learn to manipulate it a little.
