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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:26 pm
this thread will display profiles of approved original characters for Marvel/DC - Earth 629
If your character has been approved but you don't see them in this thread, either the Message was not subjected properly, or it was approved prior to July 1st. sweatdrop
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:31 pm
Rhea Izar Name (& Alter Ego): Julia "Julie" Whitewaters AKA Copycat Age: 21 Alignment: None right now Powers or Abilities: MimicryThe ability to copy the powers of any mutants within a one mile radius. If the mutant has the X-gene, she can copy their powers through the link she shares, having the X-gene herself, but if the mutant has been genetically altered through other means, such as science, she can copy their powers after touching them, and can only continue usage while they remain within the one mile radius. She can maintain the powers for up to three hours if she has been in close range with the mutant for at least five, not matter if they are within the range or not. She also has the ability to sense mutants within her range of a single mile, though it takes focus for her to actually pinpoint them, and she's not very skilled with this ability. Special Training: All she has been trained in is track, and she hasn't ran in over two years Physical Description/Picture: JulieAs of yet, she doesn't have a costume.Background:Julie hails from a very small town in Nebraska, so she tends to be very naive and uncultured. Though she knows that she can sense the powers and location of mutants, there aren't enough in her tiny town in Nebraska to know that she can copy their powers, and doesn't actually concider herself a mutant. Because of this, she has no experience controling her abilities, and therefore has a greater chance of unconsciously copying the powers of others who may be nearby. Julie grew up in the small town with her mother and two brothers, her father having died when she was five. She graduated high school and wanted to take a year off before heading to college, but it has turned into three years, and she has settled down with her high school sweetheart, preparing to marry him within three months. She has just won a trip to the big city and has headed there with a friend for a last hurrah before she settles down with her love and starts popping out kids. RP Challenge:Quote: The night was clear and the moon was large in the sky. From this high up, you could actually see the stars without the light of the city getting in the way, turning what was rightfully nighttime into just another rust colored afternoon. It was something he missed about time spent in the country as he reminisced. He found himself lost in thought, moving on autopilot all the way back to his penthouse. Had he seen them there, he might have just kept on moving... pretend like they were standing at the wrong place. But, he hadn't seen them until he landed on the roof and met their eyes staring right back into his own. Forget the moon... If they were here, that meant they probably knew. But he still didn't make any moves to unmask himself and responded to their presence with a weak, "What are you doing here?" trying his best to sound like he didn't know who they were. He failed, he could never forget the person in front of him. Not after the other night. Quickly he recoverred with a turn of his head, if he didn't see those deep eyes then he could pretend he was lying to somebody else, "I don't know what you think you know... but..." the words, the right words, were still so hard to find. He knew all the words to send them away, make them never want to come back. But not this time. He couldn't bear to do that again. He couldn't bear to do that with this one. "It's..." whatever words were supposed to come, it was obvious that they weren't. The ball was no longer in his court... time to face the music... Julie stood there in her party dress, holding her shoulders with an expression mixed between anger, confusion, and saddness. She shivered as the wind twisted the thin silk fabric of her skirt around her legs, trying to find the right words to say. "You...you're..." She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, which now burned with hot tears. Finally, she looked back, her crystal blue eyes angry, "You b*****d." She said, feeling betrayed as she stood there in agony. Of course it would turn out like this...she had found someone beyond her tiny little town, someone who she thought understood her. She had...finally accepted that she had feelings for this man, the one who wasn't her fiance. Was going to tell him she was calling off the engagement so she could be with him. And now she found the man she had fallen in love with in a cape and tights, flying about the city! Doing the one thing she never wanted to be involved with, the one thing that she hated about herself. Why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't she? By now, Julie was crying, silent tears streaked down her face, her eye makeup staining her cheeks. "I thought...I knew you." She simply said, shaking her head and taking a step back in her heels. She didn't hate him, no, she hated herself. She hated what she was. "I can't be with someone...who could be killed because they want to run around in tights and capes playing super hero. Forget about our date...I'm...going home." She then turned on her heel and marked back towards the door, shaking with anger and fear. He didn't know about her either, so why was she being so cruel and unjust? She was scum, that's what she was... As Julie reached the door, her hand stretched out for the knob and she jerked it open, only to stagger back and the entire door jerk off of it's hinges in her hands. She stared in disbelief, mouth hanging open in shock. She quickly tossed the door onto the rooftop, turning with a horrified expression to stare into those eyes that not long ago had held something akin to love, and then filled with pain, and now she could see the shock and realization. "s**t." Was all she managed to say. She had unconsciously copied his abilities...she hadn't even known about her powers for two weeks, and still didn't know how to control them. Emotion seemed to have something to do with it, hence the reaction when she was angry. Not wanting to dwell on the still very new technicalities of her ability, she turned and ran, well, as much as she could with her ridiculous heels on. Julie knew she was done for...her cover was blown, and he would want to know why she had crushed him, when she was the guilty one. And the thought that he could catch her easily made her heart rise in her throat, hurrying through the lush living room towards the elevator, desperate to escape. The little voice in her head told her she was running from the truth, not the man. But she ignored it, not wanting to admit...she was a freak. Quote: Even a legend needed some time off. Besides, it had been longer than any red blooded American should go without sitting in the stands and watching the great American pass-time. The sites were different, of course. Ebbets Field had apparently been torn down in the 60's, and his team had been blasphemously moved to Los Angeles of all places. He couldn't really relive his memories of childhood. Not the nostalgia, anyhow. But it didn't matter, in the long run. He could go to a game anywhere in the world and he'd recapture something of the experience. The feel was the same, no matter where he was. The charge of the crowd, the smell of popcorn, an overpriced cold beer in cheap cup and a hot dog smothered in mustard, relish and onions. There was an energy here, that reminded him of who he was. Where he was from. Besides, if he closed his eyes and blocked out the names spoken over the loudspeaker... he could just listen to the cheering, the boos, the crack of the bat against the ball. Any park could suddenly be Ebbets Field again. Any team could suddenly be the Dodgers. A grin like a child's was on his face as he bumped into somebody and appologized. He carried himself like somebody would have sixty years ago. Very polite. Very pleasant. Just what one would expect from the so-called "Greatest Generation". He turned with some embarassment to his companion, "You didn't have to come with me, you know," he reminded them as he took another step closer to the hot dog vender, the line moving uncomfortably slow. "I don't even know these teams," he confessed, "Are you a fan?" he finally got to the point of the question as he orderred his hot dog. Had they come because they were in the same boat as him? Somebody who just loved the game? Or were they here because they felt a need to keep a man out of time company? Julie took a deep whiff of the popcorn and hot dogs, her bright eyes taking in all the excitement of the crowd, heart thumping as a whiff of the vender's stall reminded her of the county fair back home. She could almost smell the frying dough and hear the screaming of the passengers on the probably-safe rides. She would be there about this time of year...laughing as she wasted all her money on the lame rigged games, trying to win the lame prizes, stuffing herself on pickle ice cream and french fries drenched in vinigar, oh, how she missed being home. The young woman was then pulled back to the present as her companion spoke, and smiled, blushing slightly. She still couldn't believe she was with a hero of such caliber, and he was acting like a normal human being. Just another guy out to enjoy a ball game. At the question, however, she seemed at a lose for words. Honestly, she had no idea who was playing, and barely understood the game itself. "Ah-well, I just wanted to get out for a little while. And," She shrugged, looking embarressed for a moment, "You-you kind of remind me of my dad. He died when I was five but...you smell like him." She didn't seem to like the fact that she had said that out loud, but it was true. Even his smile seemed similar, "Plus, it's no fun going to a ball game alone, right? Come on-I think our seats are over here." She said, turning away shyly and parting a way through the crowd slowly. It was around the time when she was waiting for a very plump man who smell already of several cups of cheap beer to move so they could head to their seats when she felt her still very new sense of mutants kick in. Sure, she had known there were several here, all hidden in the sea of faces, nothing that made her sit upand notice, but this...this one made her freeze, eyes going wide like a deer in the head lights. She felt Steve bump into her, but paid no heed as she looked around in alarm, feeling a power that made her stomach twist. Already her mind was unconsciously focusing on it, trying to find if it was a threat, her subconscious and instincts wanting to run and hide, to protect herself... Crystaline eyes became glazed as she looked across the field to on of the giant billboards, knowing, somehow, that the being was there. She could almost make it out in her mind's eye...but as she stood there, her unconsciousness began to copy the powers. Metallic objects became attracted to her, being so inexperienced she didn't even know what was happening. Several people looked around in confusion as their watches seemed to tug, glasses began to fall off of noses, and change began to slide across the dirty sticky floors...
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:34 pm
Alucard100 Pandangel Lord M Alucard100 This quite finished with the bio but iI wanted to know how you would feel about it so I didn't want to "completely" finish it yet.  Name (& Alter Ego): The name he was born with was Vladamir Bishop yet since the day of his "death", he has been known to everyone as Alucard. Age: He lived till he was 45 though his presence has been noted and feared far longer then Wolverines as he was born in the early parts of the 1400's. Alignment: SHIELD
Powers or Abilities:
~Vampiric Traits~ Like Dracula, Alucard has almost all of the standard vampire's powers. His strength seems on par with Dracula's while he at the same time is unable to levitate or fly without changing shape first. That being so, he is able to leap amazing distances and can defy gravity to a point where he can walk on walls and ceilings. In fact, with the exception of levitation, Alucard has all but the ability to control weather. The cause for this is unknown and has lead to a few theories as to why.
Also like Dracula, all of Alucard's powers have been increased to the point that they easily dwarf that of a standard vampire. Unlike Dracula however, Alucard gained most of his incredible power due to SHIELD's tampering with his body. Not only that, but his regenerative powers actually dwarf that of Wolverine's as he can survive even a direct hit from an atomic bomb and still seem relatively unscathed. This is due not to his tampering or him being invulnerable or some such thing. Because of the countless amount of people he has fed on, especially while preforming his "Ultimate Feed". This grants him the ability to regenerate his form for every human he has fed upon. Because he has fed on so many beings, he could in theory be killed for years without dieing for good. This also means that he could be blown to that of mere dust before regenerating again in a matter of moments. What this also means, is that, though very unlikely to the point of bordering on impossibility, Alucard can be killed. His weakness is still his heart which oddly enough has no more protection then any other part of his body would. But also if the amount of lives he sustained were to be drained, he would then die as well.
To extenuate on his normally vampiric power of shapeshifting, Alucard can actually change his form to many different forms. Though this usually will be the form of a fog, swarm of bats, or a Hell Hound, he has also changed into a wolf, six-eyed dog, little girl, and an amorphous mass of darkness. Though there is a limit to how long he can stay as any certain form, it might as well not be as he has stayed in the form of the little girl for years without reverting back to his original form which in itself is nothing more then a shape shifted formation from his actual 45 year old body.
Unlike Dracula however, is that he does not share the same number of weakness as him. For instance, while Dracula must remain in native soil during the day and cannot walk around in daylight, Alucard can freely walk directly outside, though it causes him quite a degree of discomfort. Also, things such as garlic pose no threat to him nor church or religious artifacts such as the cross as he has on a few occasions in his undead life, been forced to enter a church. Though none of these do hurt him, like being out in the sun, the cause him mild discomfort and can prove annoying to the point that they may distract him from his goals. Furthermore, Alucard can go many days longer then most ordinary vampires can without blood as he has been trapped without blood for just shy of a century with only the effects of becoming statuesque. This is instantly rectified if ever he has had but even a drop of blood cross his mouth and will usually render him strong enough to kill all but most super powered humans at that time. Whats more is that he cannot be killed by beheading or silver or holy weapons, though they seem to be, with the exception of magic, among the very select few weapons that can actually harm him. It is interesting though for when he does feed however, he sucks away their soul. Doing this gives Alucard control over their memory and knowledge. Perhaps even more unnerving, is that he can absorb any fallen blood from his clothing which works similar to that of a sponge.
~Experimentation Induced Traits~ Probably what makes him so unique, Alucard has much more abilities then Dracula or any other vampire for that matter.
He has an amazing level of accuracy to the point where he can place a head shot on a person that even a sniper specialist cannot see due to his eyes. This power works best at night though his vision in the day is still quite impressive. Whats more is that this accuracy actually surpasses that of just his eyes, as he can kill someone up to many yards away without so much as facing in that same direction.
Alucard also has the ability to phase in and out of walls and other objects. Still, due to the fact that he is an overly confident person, he hardly if ever uses this as more then a way of lessening his time to meet with Fury.
He does have a sense of teleportation, but this is only to Fury's person, due to him being the foregoer of their contract.
Also, due both to his many years as a vampire along with the many experiments to him, Alucard can almost instantly discern a creature's true race. This means that he can tell if a human guised being is actually a human or a mutant for example. Not only that, but he also can learn a person's powers after knowingly experiencing them at least once.
Probably his favorite and most powerful ability besides regeneration, Alucard can create an assortment of familiars to aid him. Though most are fallen victims of his, Alucard can create creatures of darkness such as demonic hands, to disturbing eyes that surround or cover him, or even actual demons themselves. Any create he summons is an embodiment of himself and has no free will. To boot, if the familiar he summons is a said victim of sorts, he can use any ability they may have had while alive. For instance, if Alucard had killed Gambit, he would have a familiar based creature who, when summoned, would look exactly like Gambit and as such, have his power. Alucard preform this task at will and can relinquish as many of the creatures as he has souls residing in his body which numbers in the thousands of millions, effectively giving him an army capable of destroying the world's military if he so chose to. This power can be used to the extent he choses how and when ever he so wishes it, though he must revert all of their souls to blood before he can absorb them once again.
~Weaknesses~ The amount of weakness that Alucard has are few. Yet if any of them are met, he can be put in quite a predicament. For one, his most base of weaknesses, if he is stabbed directly in the heart by a blessed or silver weapon, he will instantly die. What most do not understand is that the heart itself must be stabbed and it must be by a blessed or silver weapon. If not, then he will simply regenerate from it.
As for his regeneration, there are a number of items that can, though not halt it, but hinder its progress. If any blessed or silver weapons cut him then it will take considerably longer to heal from. This also goes the same for magic or magic natured weapons. In fact even if there is a modest blessing to the weapon in question, Alucard will find a hard time surviving the attack. His powers can also be cast inert if surrounded by religious or magical spells that do just that.
He is also unable to cross open water without using some sort of transportational means. This hiders his not transformation to any flight-like creature, while ceasing his teleportation powers as well. This seems to be a problem only while trapped on a deserted island or ship while Fury is somewhere else, and this can be rectified albeit at a moderate pace by using his familiars to somewhat fuse with the place in question. This only pertains to sinking ships or other vehicles and can take up to a day or two depending on how far out at sea he was originally at.
As for water itself, not only can he not cross great amounts of it, such as oceans, seas, and even some rivers and lakes, but since he has such an adverse effect, that it causes a burning sensation over his body, he can not even touch it with his bare skin. While he will not catch fire, his body will produce steam off of his person and it will cause enough discomfort that it very well may be pain.
~Release States~ To keep such an incredible monster on a leash, SHIELD has created a powerful set of locks on his ability called "Release States". Each state effectively grants him the ability to preform more powerful attack while making his normal attack all the more deadly. Though he can temporarily bypass these restrictions via activating the "Cromwell Approval" seal, he usually must be allowed this from Fury himself. In total, there are six levels of restriction and six corresponding states, with lower numbers meaning greater levels of power. Still, to an extent, Alucard can lower his his more menial level restrictions. This allows him to release up to level 3 of his power which can range from medium levels of regeneration (less then Wolverine's) and the use of base line familiars and shadow creations. Also it should be noted that to the point of Level 3, Alucard's strength is roughly equal to about 70% of Superman's normal strength. That being said, he can easily tear humans apart as if they were tissue paper and can heave small cars with relative ease. As his levels decrease to zero, all of his powers are released and he can square off evenly with a normal Superman in a contest of strength and can rip apart large vehicles with great ease.
Special Training: For all of Alucard's amazing power, he is no stranger to weapons of any sort. Having lived for easily a handful of generations, Alucard is an expert in many medevil European weapons such as swords and axes.
To add to his vicious repitoirre of weapon usage, he has become quite adept in modern day weapons. His favorite being his two, custom made, pistols though he is very skilled at wielding many varieties of Rifles and RPG's.
Not only that, but he also has a way with humans that even without the use of any hypnotic powers, can give them a light sense of euphoria. This is done simply by hearing the sound of his voice and the way he talks to his allies. This can be changed to a powerful sense of dread that is extruded from his person many a time when dealing with his enemies. This may be due to the fact that he can regenerate from even the most sever of wounds which will usually be accompanied with a menacing laugh.
Though not on par with any expert, Alucard has a somewhat basic understanding of martial arts aswell, though he has all but never seen a need to use it in combat. He has only taken up some basic levels of Jeet Kune Do, which is something of a formless form. Since it was developed in the latter end of the 1900's, it is still somewhat new to Alucard.
Whats more is that, similar to Dracula, Alucard has a keen intellect and is not above using strategy to kill an opponent. This can range from a large variety of tactics he has no doubt been apart of in his "lifetime". Physical Description/Picture: Because he has the ability to change his form into whatever he wishes, there are many varients of Alucard in his weakest state. Still for the most part he usually remains in the form of a man roughly six feet tall. He is usually seen wearing a red fedora along with yellow tinted sunglasses. His hair is very short in this form in comparison to his others as it doesn't pass the end of his neck while in other forms it may drop to below his waist. He also wears a red colored coat with black boots and a black suit underneath. This is his initial form and with the exceptions of his fedora and sunglasses, tends to remain in that set category for normal days when he isn't killing.
~Released State Clothing~ Though if he so wished he could remain the same, whenever Alucard's power increases and his restrictions are released, his clothes change, becoming more like the creature he originally was before Fury discovered him. When reaching level 1 on his restriction states, he is shown to have very long hair that goes to his waist and is in a straitjacket. How he so chooses, the color of the jacket can vary from black to red.
When reaching level zero however, Alucard shows his true appearance at the time where he died before becoming a vampire. In this form he looks about 45 and has a beard and mustache. Whats more is that while in this form he completely forsakes his original clothing thus far and is seen in something of medieval armor and a long sword. This form though, like all his others can be changed at will , not forcing him to remain in this form. It would appear that he will automatically transform into this shape the moment he releases the level zero restriction though after that he can change again however he sees fit.
Another form he changes into quite often is oddly enough, that of a young girl. In this form he forsakes both that of his pistols, and sword and is replaced with a submachine gun. She is seen only in somewhat Russian clothing, including their usual coats and shirts, to the circular hat that is usually worn.
~Weapons~ Though his weapon usage is quite extensive, Alucard has two weapons he seems to favor particularly over his other weapons. While in practically all of his forms, he can be seen wielding two pistols. The SHIELD .454 Casull Auto and the ARMS 13 mm Auto Anti-Freak Combat Pistol 'Jackal'.
The Casull is roughly 39 cm. in length and is weighed to about 13kg. It fires custom-made explosive .454 Casull rounds, with the steel bullets bearing a core made from the melted silver Christian cross from Lancaster Cathedral. Unlike a human wielded pistol, which fires about 7, the Casull can shoot off on estimate 15, meaning that there is either two cartridges placed in at once or that the cartridge itself is double the actual size. Roughly, it is strong enough to punch holes through most metals and though it cannot necessarily "harm" Superman, it can cause whelps and bruises where he was hit at.
Unsatisfied that Casull was unable to harm Superman, Alucard had a second, more powerful gun created. The Jakal is 39 cm and weighs 16 kg and is made of black gunmetal. Because of its weight, the Jakal surpasses anything a normal human, or some superhumans for that matter, could possible hope to wield. It fires special 13 mm armor-piercing, explosive, Mercury-core baptized bullets, with casings of Macedonian silver, powered by "Marvell's Chemical Cartridge N.N.A.9." It has six rounds per magazine. It is designed almost exclusively as a weapon to use against Superman, as each bullet has a small fragment of Kryptonite within it and can easily crush steel doors and pack enough power to be confused as cannon fire. The words 'Jesus Christ is in Heaven now' are engraved upon it as a mockery considering that many people have foolishly called Superman that very name. The Jackal has its ejector port at the left-hand position (ejecting towards the left), this probably means that it is meant to be used in conjunction with the Casull.
Background: It was in the dead of winter in 1431, that Vladamir Stefvon was born into the world. During most of his life he was nothing more then an orphan child as his mother and father were poor people of their country. It was in the country of Isreal, that Vladamir lived his early days, and it was in Isreal that he would die.
As was said before, Vladamir, along with his mother and father, were very poverty stricken and barely made enough a day to make ends meet. At this time Vladamir was nothing more then a mere child. Though tasked with doing more then a normal child needed to with work, he was never shown to be at the point where he was a reserved child. In fact if there could be anything about the young boy was that he was quite the contrary to that fact. A trait that would pave many situation from then to come. Still, Vlad spent the entirety of his five years of living were fairly well considering the fact that he was poor. That was until the Ottoman Empire came...
Like a hawk they attacked the country, causing grevious wounds to the many smaller villages and areas that made up the country. Vladamir's home was one of those small villages.
By all rights, Vladamir should have died that day. He had suffered a spear to the left shoulder that would never fully heal nor did he find himself actually complying with any of the men as they decimated the village, sparing only the few remaining ones. In fact, had it not been for the High Ruler taking such an "interest" in Vladamir at the time, he surely would have died. Still, for all beatings and name callings and taunts and chides towards Vlad, the young boy kept ever vigilant in his conviction, believing in Jesus Christ and that he would save him soon enough. For Vladamir Stefvon was a remarkable believer for his time and his age. In fact, because the world had so few goodly folk at the time as it was, had this been a different scenario, Vladamir could have been a tremendous boost in the Christian society. Alas, while he was here, there was nothing more he could do was hold to his convictions and it was that reason mainly, that the High Ruler liked him so much.
Of course by like I don't mean respect. That would be quite foolish. No, he did not save Vlad's life because he respected him. He didn't save him initially because of his strong belief in Jesus Christ. He didn't save him because of his spunky attitude. He saved him because the High Ruler needed some enjoyment in his life. And this kid looked more then able to play the part. Almost every night following the day he was brought to the castle, Vladamir was forcefully sodomized. Every night when the sun went down and almost all types of people had taken to their beds, the boy was raped. It was almost sad for the few bodyguards that watched silently as this, once virgin boy, was now being put in a position that really only high raking officials knew about. In fact, the only thing that seemed to keep Vlad sane from the constant forced out late night visits, was his strong belief in God. His belief that someday this would end and he could make something of his life besides being some man's pleasure toy.
Though he hated the man with an intense passion, he could not help but admire the control the ruler had over his people. A power, he sorely wished for as many a time, because he was property of the High Ruler, they would grant him almost any luxury he wished before nightfall. This hell of a world Vlad lived in continued for many a year until he turned 15. Once then while being raped, he took the small cross that had been stared upon in this position for all these years, and thrusted it into the man's heart. Then, with the will to survive and the hatred towards the man, Vlad managed to kill the two guards before escaping the empire. But this had not yet finished.
Having returned to his newly restored home, Vlad was welcomed with open arms. It then came aparent from the words of a wandering Turk, that the man that Vlad had killed (they didn't know it was him so it was that he had been assassinated) was not the actual high ruler after all. He was something of a duke and, though he was granted a vast and amazing level of power, there was a man that surpassed even him. His name was Turac, and he was the true high ruler.
As time went by and the stories of Vlad and Dracula came closer together, Turac, thinking the death of his duke was because of Dracula, raped and killed his wife, setting off a chain reaction of events. From there Dracula had decided to wage war on the empire. As Vlad himself was becoming more and more of an uprise himself, he eventually was lead to Dracula's whereabouts. It was then that the two of them spoke of their views on the Ottoman Empire. It seemed to the vampire that this boy who shared his same first name spoke of things on a similar level as him. Thinking of somewhat taking a chance, he decided to grant the boy with a high seat of control when they went to war with the empire.
As war waged on and Dracula had killed Turac, Vlad was faring very differently. Though he had vision at the level of a man past his years, so consumed with hatred towards the place, Vladamir went into a blind rage sending men after men to fight, causing heavy casualties on both sides. This persisted until nightfall, where Dracula and Turac faced each other outside and onto the battlefield. Though the vampire had won, he had been wounded and was forced to leave his destroyed home and take refuge somewhere else. Before he did, he looked upon Vlad with mixed emotions. Yes, he had successfully defeated the Ottoman Empire, but the cost had been steep. Amazingly so. In fact save a small hand few, none had survived the attack. His homeland was destroyed along with that of many women, children, and elderly. With but a look of disappointment towards the boy, he left him to the surviving people. Not as a man who had saved them, but a man that had damned them all.
Being taken as prisoner was short for Vlad. He was to be beheaded almost that very day. So consumed in hatred, the man didn't truly even care. The only thing that mattered to him at this point was power. And as such, he received it almost the moment he was to be beheaded. Seeing what seemed like blood calling to him, wishing to be apart of his being, he licked the blood. And with that, forever lost his humanity to that of the undead monster, destroying his belief in Christianity for all eternity.
Quickly making short work of his would be assailants and the rest of his surviving homeland, Vlad, now taking on the persona of his new father, Dracula, changed his name to Alucard as a simple thought that maybe they would be in the same league. As the years went bye, Alucard killed and killed, draining the blood of countless people while doing so. For centuries Alucard was left unopposed as he ravaged the world, a single vampire with an insatiable appetite for blood. And though none of the people he killed became vampires themselves, their souls belonged forever to him. This all changed the day he met Nick Fury.
Sorry I've taken so long on this. This is a character that my friends and I typically use as a "god-tier" example. *laughs* So you can understand why I'm a little reserved. However. You put a lot of work into it, so if you're willing to comprimise with me then I'll look past my initial fear of the character. Just to clarify, he isn't now nor has he ever been Vlad Dracul Tempes AKA Vlad the Impaler, yes? I say that because Marvel and DC both already have a Dracula centrally linked to other characters. Also, and sorry if you said something about it in the bio and I missed it... sweatdrop I have to ask that he's a vampire by Marvel/DC standards... meaning weak to sunlight and silver. Now that doesn't mean he can't go out during the day or sunlight immediately turns him to ash or anything. Just that it weakens him and if concentrated (like Superman's Heat Vision or Sentry's Solar Energy powers) it hurts him. And you don't have to have him poof away the second silver touches him... but it should still hurt him and he shouldn't be flossing with it or anything. *laughs* Fair? You know I was thinking you weren't going to even give me compromise LOL. But I see that I'll have to talk to cowboy, but this isn't Dracula. He is actually a kind of an emmisary of dracula at that point in time but he became a vampire later. I hope that answers you. I'm using a slow computer. While I imtially said it would just cause him discomfort, I have no problem with what your saying. Still, since superman has heatvision and not sun vision, I don't think they would be the same since would mean that cyclops would have equal power over him. But agin I don't care much since I can see where you would think that. I'll have the second part soon.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:36 pm
Marcus McFlufferson Name (& Alter Ego): The Goon, or Goon. His real name is unknown. Age:34 Alignment:Independent Powers or Abilities:None, really. Above average but not superhuman strength. Special Training:Not much. Lots of experience in Gooning, though. Physical Description/Picture: A large, broad figure. His body and especially his arms bulge with labour-created muscle. The left side of his face is horribly scarred, which has rendered him blind in his left eye. His teeth are imperfect and without character, but his top lip pinches back, often revealing his top row of teeth. He usually wears a white vest-shirt, brown or green rolled up trousers, large worker boots and worker gloves, as well as his trademark grey cap which he took from his first kill. Sometimes he trades his white vest-shirt for his old pale blue football shirt with stripes on the sleeves. He only ever wears the brown jacket in 'social' situations. Background:Goon was orphaned as a kid and brought up by his Aunt Kizzie, who was a carnival worker. Whilst Goon was still a young boy, the local mob leader, Labrazio, hid out at the carnival. A curious young man looking to see what Labrazio's reputation of a horrible man was all about, Goon snook into Labrazio's trailer, where Labrazio took the courtesy of showing Goon his black book of debtees. At the same time, however, the police had managed to track Labrazio down, and in the following shoot out, Goon's Aunt Kizzie was gunned down by Labrazio's stray fire whilst trying to save Goon. Labrazio passed Aunt Kizzie off as a 'stupid broad' for getting in the way of the fire, and Goon took personal offence, repaying Labrazio by beating his head in with a rock, then stealing his black book and cap, with the intention of tracking down Labrazio's debtees and taking the money on the pretence that he was Labrazio's Goon. When argued by the fact Goon was just a kid at the time, he threatened to go and bring 'The boss' himself, and most time the debtees paid up without much further questions. Whilst out on his early debt collections, Goon strolled into a small town to pick up one of the payments. Here, he met a small boy named Franky, who was being bullied for the clothes that his mother was forcing him to wear. After an exchange of favours, and Franky having a run in with some zombies, Franky toughened up and became Goon's right hand man. (I think Mark's going to be applying for Franky's character? But Goon can function just fine without Franky either way) Since then, Goon has gone place to place - but still living pretty much in the same town-, continuing to collect and run business under the pretence of Labrazio's Goon. His biggest trouble so far has been the Zombie Priest and his clan, who have made or summoned many creatures to try and kill Goon so that he could take the town over once and for all. RP Challenge:"Challenge Post 1: Action" Goon was having trouble with this guy. He had no powers, to Goon's pleasant surprise, but he was speedy, and he seemed to have some sort of training. On top of this, even though Goon knew this warehouse well, this guy seemed to know it better. And it was getting on Goon's nerves. Each swing he took, this guy was dodging and parrying with annoying flashy things. Just as the character disappeared behind a flash with some fancy moves, two more of those metal buggers came clanking back out. Goon took a firm foot to one, making it fuzz and crackle under his boot, but the other lit up like a search light to his left and forced him off balance. Getting back to his feet with a vicious ringing in his ears, he saw that the guy was doing some fancy escape tricks. He didn't want to face Goon head on, that much was obvious, and he wasn't a first. But enough was enough. Goon picked up a half-brick and made a charge. Another flip and another flash, but Goon didn't care, his ears were already numb. The half-brick landed right in stomach area and managed to catch this guy off balance for a second. Goon caught him only by the thread of his trousers by the time he reached him, but it was enough, another of Goon's giant arms followed up and grabbed him straight around the shin, dragging him to the floor. Goon didn't know what hit him, several attacks at once came at him, in the face, in the chest, in the stomach, some even across the feet to try and get his balance, but Goon held out. By now he had one of his giant ham hands wrapped around the guy's face and was crushing it into the floor, lift, and back down, hard against the concrete. The guy had each of his fingers dug half an inch deep into Goon's forearm and his legs were flailing madly, still catching him all over his body, but Goon grabbed the belt around the man's waste that had all the little silver cylinders attached to it, and he whipped them down next to the man's ear. Lift, and back down, right on top of the belt. The cylinders popped like confetti and two ears spat up into Goon's face, followed by a gory spray of blood. Goon dug the man's fingers out of his arm and dropped him. The guy was still clenching his face up, but the back of his head was sprayed half way across the warehouse. Franky came running in just then with a sledge hammer. "Jeez. who'd a thunk you'd need -dynamite- to finish this guy off, huh." Goon replied, "Right on time, Franky, as always. 'n that weren't no dynamite." "Challenge Post 5: Social" "Beer and a ballgame." The line stepped forward, "but don't ask stupid questions, Franky. I still prefer football." Goon was wearing his blue striped shirt and brown jacket today. The line got up to them, and Franky starred at the short bald guy behind the counter, then made his order. Franky then stepped to the side to let Goon make his order. "Beer." The bald guy looked at Goon. "Beer!" he shouted, and shortly a small cup of beer arrived. Goon looked at the bald guy, "What's that?" "Beer, sir." ".. That's beer?" Goon picked up the cup, and it crumbled in his hand and splattered on his shirt. Goon looked at Franky, who was grinning. "Goon wants a -big- beer." Franky said to the teller. More staring went on, whilst Franky continued to grin. ".. Big beer!" Back in their seats, Goon struggled not to crumple this average sized cup of watered beer whilst Franky rattled on about how some weird guy came to town the other week that they had to fight. "I know, Franky. I was there. You weren't." There was a clap of the bat hitting a ball. The crowd went wild and Goon's arm shot into the air and he caught the dusty ball. Everyone around sat in silence, and then screamed out again. Goon shot to his feet and dropped his beer cup. "Yer stupid runt, you nearly hit me with yer damned ball! What do ya think this is, a Zombie slug?!" Just as he was about to throw the ball back at the pitch he noticed Franky was hopping around like an excited puppy, staring at nothing but the baseball in Goon's hand. "What? You want this thing?" Franky nodded. Goon gave him the ball and Franky was still nodding when Goon sat down and tried to find his beer, eventually snatching one from the obnoxious squealer sat behind him who kept spraying hot dog at the back of his head. Not much else happened, except by the time they got up to leave there was a clear circle of empty seats for several rows around them, and the players made sure they didn't hit another ball in that direction after the second near miss. (Social is a little difficult with Goon's character, being that he isn't at all a social character. But I understand the importance of being able to play social roles, and I hope this is sufficient.)
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:39 pm
Kaminosai Name (& Alter Ego): Anung un Rama (Hellboy) Age: 64 Alignment: SHIELD: BPRD Powers or Abilities: Hellboy's most apparent powers are simply superhuman strength (exactly where it lies is a bit hard to pin down, he once tossed an entire tree like a spear, but also was almost utterly dominated a fistfight with Savage Dragon), superhuman toughness, and a rapid healing process. His body is immune to damage from natural fire and heat, although flames from more powerful mystical sources seem to give him something to think about. He also carries with him a wide variety of tools and knick-knacks for use and defense against the supernatural. Bones of saints, relics, charms, holy water, rare herbs, and even lucky horseshoes leave him only a few colors short of a complete breakfast of supernatural butt kicking. These are often accompanied by more mundane militarized equipment such as small explosives. The most prominent being a ridiculously overcompensating pistol called the "Good Samaritan". While fully capable of using regular ammo, it often uses bullets incorporating additions like holy water or silver. Supposedly, the gun was smelted from melted church bells and possibly even contains a fragment of the True Cross. His right hand is formed of a large stone gauntlet, which is in actuality the key to bring about the end of the world. It suffers no loss in dexterity despite it's clunky nature, and the only special powers it seems to show is being (so far) effectively invulnerable and occasionally surpassing certain creatures immunities to physical damage (including making contact with otherwise incorporeal beings like ghosts). Special Training: Hellboy isn't really one for "training", but he has spent the better part of five decades handling and hunting all manner of supernatural beings and situations. While tactical thinking isn't really his strong suit and he cares little for the details, he has developed an almost instinctive knowledge about how these things work. Physical Description/Picture: Standing a little over six feet tall, Hellboy is a sdemonic looking humanoid with red skin, a moderately prehensile tail, and large horns he constantly files down into his now trademarked "nubs" on his forehead. He wears his black hair in a pseudo topknot reminiscent of ancient samurai. His upper body is almost disproportionately large in comparison to his legs, giving him the rather appropriate look of a brute. His right hand is a large gauntlet made apparently of stone. His clothing is routinely a large neutrally colored duster, black shorts, and an almost overburdened utility belt. His countenance is generally grim and serious, but he's known to lighten up when off duty. Background: Towards the end of World War II, the Nazi command had become increasingly desperate. Their attempts at grabbing the power necessary to repel the allied forces and The Invaders dug deeper and more obscurely into the occult, culminating in a bizarre ceremony performed by none other than one Grigori Rasputin. The ceremony was interrupted by a special allied task-force that had been created purely for the purpose of investigating and combating these attempts, known publicly as the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, and later as a division of SHIELD. The end result was not at all what either Germans, allies, or the Russian sorcerer had expected. In a puff of flame and brimstone, a small boy with the look of a demon appeared, appearing to be innocent of both himself and world around him. After repelling the Nazi forces present and seeing to the death of Rasputin, the allies secured the otherworldly child. He was informally adopted by a BPRD scientist by the name of Trevor Bruttenholm, who named him "Hellboy". Over time, Hellboy grew to physical maturity at an astonishing rate, at which point his aging and maturity slowed to a crawl. He became the first of the BPRD's elite line of paranormal investigators who were themselves supernatural in one aspect or another. As the years and decades passed, his sheer number of missions and experiences earned him public fame, and the titles of "Honorary Human" and "The Worlds Foremost Paranormal Investigator". In his years of service he has found and/or combatted everything from contemporary legends such as vampires and wherewolves, to Neo-Nazi experiments in reviving Lovecraftian gods, to beings and creatures predating the knowledge and even existence of the current race of Man. In more recent years, a number of these experiences have illuminated facts about his hitherto unknown history, but none of these facts are of public record. He was resistant to the SHIELD's absorbing of the BPRD and all of it's assets, including himself. Much of this sentiment was fueled by the recent loss of the Professor Bruttenholm, who was rightfully a father figure to him. He even went so far as to hand in his official resignation. SHIELD, however, has methods of retaining the use of assets it considers valuable. Hellboy was made to understand that remaining in active duty was in his best interest, in one way or another. He has reluctantly continued to do so, but often makes it destructively clear that he is not at all happy with the situation. RP Challenge:Challenge Post 1: Action Quote: He ducked back and dodged away from the strike thrown at him just as the flash-bang he'd thrown earlier had gone off beneath him and his opponent. Hopefully that was distraction enough. Going into this line of work without powers was going into this line of work with a confirmed handicap, one that his opponent seemed more than willing to make use of.
Of course, he had one advantage for which no amount of power could make up. Training. He'd learned from the best and his instincts, and his sense of environment were better than most. If he was going to win this, he'd have to keep moving. That much, he knew. As he was in mid-back-jump he flipped and tossed a few small concussive explosives at his enemy, or rather into the bright flash he'd known as his enemy's last known location. The bursts wouldn't have been strong enough to cause any fatal damage, he didn't work that way, but hopefully they'd make his enemy think better of this fight.
In the long run, what his instincts were telling him was that he couldn't win. That's why he was hoping his enemy couldn't hear the supersonic signal that was calling for back-up while he bought himself some time... "Look kid, maybe you should just quit while you're ahea-AW SONNOVA!" He interrupted himself as the explosives bounced his way. The burst sent him straight through the masonry behind him like they were styrofoam on a movie set. They certainly didn't feel like it though. He shook the stars out of his eyes and hauled his body out of the rubble. His large stone hand reached around for a sizable rock, which was hurled back into the room with the intent of taking out the support on whatever this maniac had been backflipping to land on. He stooped with a low grunt and picked up his battered sidearm, holstering and securing it while he re-entered the room. "Y'know what? Forget it. You gone and pissed me off now."Challenge Post 5: Social Quote: Even a legend needed some time off. Besides, it had been longer than any red blooded American should go without sitting in the stands and watching the great American pass-time. The sites were different, of course. Ebbets Field had apparently been torn down in the 60's, and his team had been blasphemously moved to Los Angeles of all places. He couldn't really relive his memories of childhood. Not the nostalgia, anyhow. But it didn't matter, in the long run.
He could go to a game anywhere in the world and he'd recapture something of the experience. The feel was the same, no matter where he was. The charge of the crowd, the smell of popcorn, an overpriced cold beer in cheap cup and a hot dog smothered in mustard, relish and onions. There was an energy here, that reminded him of who he was. Where he was from. Besides, if he closed his eyes and blocked out the names spoken over the loudspeaker... he could just listen to the cheering, the boos, the crack of the bat against the ball. Any park could suddenly be Ebbets Field again. Any team could suddenly be the Dodgers.
A grin like a child's was on his face as he bumped into somebody and appologized. He carried himself like somebody would have sixty years ago. Very polite. Very pleasant. Just what one would expect from the so-called "Greatest Generation". He turned with some embarassment to his companion, "You didn't have to come with me, you know," he reminded them as he took another step closer to the hot dog vender, the line moving uncomfortably slow. "I don't even know these teams," he confessed, "Are you a fan?" he finally got to the point of the question as he orderred his hot dog. Had they come because they were in the same boat as him? Somebody who just loved the game? Or were they here because they felt a need to keep a man out of time company? "Honestly, I just feel a bit out of place here." He said, scratching idly at the space between the nubs on his forehead, "My friends bought the tickets, but they all had to drop out at the last minute. Didn't really want to let them go to waste, you know? And weird as it is, you're the only face I recognize here."He couldn't help but crack a bit of a grin at that. The last time he'd seen Captain America had been during his brief childhood. The Invaders had been collaborating with the BPRD on the latest Nazi fiasco, and a Hellboy had snuck into the meeting to get a glimpse of the True American Hero. Now he was with the same man 60 years later. Standing in a baseball stadium, with a ridiculous foam hand stuck over his already ridiculous stone arm. There probably wasn't anyone else on earth right now who could make him feel as starstruck as he was feeling right this moment. "I uh... don't really know the teams either. I was always more of a football kind of guy."
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:41 pm
Marko182 Name (& Alter Ego): Franky. Just Franky. Age:30 Alignment: Independent, good? Evil? It's really quite difficult to clarify. Powers or Abilities: None, though he's a whole bag of crazy and then some. Special Training: A lot of experience in side kicking, both actual and as status in a duo. He is quite proficient with anything blunt and TNT. His distinct lack of morales makes him perfect for the dirtiest of jobs. Though none of these required special training just many mistakes and life experiences.Physical Description/Picture:

He is the pint size man beside Goon.Background: Franky never had the fairy tale childhood but then who did? You know, apart from those kids with all those powers in New York and Gotham and that other place, that place that Franky could never pronounce Metro-something or other. What did they have to complain about, being different? Franky new a little something about being different but he wasn't able to punch a hole in someone's chest for making light of his situation, more's the pity as far as Franky was concerned.
That however was Franky's childhood, chastised for being different to others, to be more exact; the difference in his clothes. Franky's Mother was a proud woman, which was a shame for Franky as it meant that he was subjected to wearing the most ill fitting clothes to be worn around the people of his town. He was forced into pantaloons, bow ties and frilly shirts on a daily basis all because his Mother could not and would not accept the fact that she, like almost everyone else in the town was poor. This meant that Franky was teased and beaten all too often and his size and mentality at that point made him think that standing up to these much larger bullies was futile, so he didn't, he just took it.
That was until he showed up, 'Goon' that's what he went by anyway. A great hulking kid, a little older than Franky and it appeared that he had a heart or a soft spot for the little guy. Either way, one thing was for sure he had two huge fists that he was not afraid to use, which is where Franky's tale takes a turn for the better...sort of. Goon stood up for Franky, this was the first time anyone had had the guts to do so, hell he even stripped one of his bullies of actual fancy clothes and gave them to Franky. The two became fast friends, mostly because Franky wasn't about to let his only ally go.
Being around someone like Goon meant that his confidence grew, when someone that size is backing you up it is hard not to have renewed self assurance. Though as time when by and their bond strengthened Franky found that he had the confidence to stand his ground even when his bulky other half was not around, this was helped by the years of physical and mental torture that had helped unhinge him somewhat.
Goon and Franky were a formidable team and recently they conquered the greatest threat to their town; The Zombie Priest. He was gone and so too was the money, all debts had been paid and there was little need for protection, so the pair hit the little black book and found what they needed; a big collection in the Big Apple, they got a map and truck and headed out. The 'Big' part was apt but Franky didn't really get the 'Apple' bit, it used to be the centre of apple trading back in the day he figured. He soon realised that it would be nigh on impossible to find who they needed alone and the usual way of going about things wouldn't cut it in this city, it attracted too much unwanted attention. So he convinced Goon to find another way of doing it, which was too bad because he wouldn't have minded busting up some obnoxious New Yorkers. RP Challenge:
1. The Savage Land. A region of the Antarctic that had been lost to time since the Mesozoic era. A lush tropical jungle in the middle of a frozen wasteland. It had several unique properties that had yet to be fully studied by the few minds that knew of the place's existance. Amongst those properties was the odd fact that the Savage Land seemed to sap the super-human powers of those who were normally gifted with them. Mutants, aliens, metas... everybody was, for better or worse... normal here.
So it was no doubt confusing that she was floating above the ground, with her eyes glowing the same ruby shade of fire red that her lips had been painted. For the third time she'd come in like a blur and deliverred a punch that felt like it had been deliverred from a speeding truck. Even worse, she was holding back. She'd made it a very clear point to demonstrate that she was. After the third strike she appeared behind her so-called enemy once more, laughing as she slapped them to the ground, "This land is ours, now!" she purred, letting herself float back to the ground like a feather on a gentle summer's breeze, "Kneel before it's king," she gestured towards her master before the crimson glow of her eyes burst forth in two fine beams of solar heat directed at her enemy's legs.
Franky had no idea how he had ended up in this vast jungle landscape, probably had something to do with that 'Strange' fellow he and Goon had run into. What was worse is that he had been separated from Goon and had gotten into the middle of something that perhaps he should not have. Some lady, all lit up like a Goddess or something was beating on him for interrupting her, two strikes to the stomach, he wasn't sure he could take another one. He crawled to his feet as she swooped in for the third, the sheer force threw him a good ten metres back and straight into a tree, "Oh there's three broken ribs, just what the hell is with this broad?" He muttered to himself, getting to his feet once more, his hand was clutched firmly around his chest, applying pressure to his injured ribs. "Come on, where are you big guy?"
"I don't want your damn land!" Franky screamed at the woman, his voice full of anger, he didn't make a habit of hitting women but if she didn't look like she could incinerate him by the simple act of him touching her, he would have been flailing crazily at her.
Her hands began to glow a fiery red, a similar colour to the light immediately around her bod except this was a few shades darker and much more concentrated. "Oh boy..." Franky mumbled, making no attempt to move from the spot in which he was about to die in, he didn't see the point, he couldn't run with broken ribs, not far anyway, he may as well die with dignity, if he had any that is.
However it seemed he was not destined to die there in the unfamiliar backdrop of the jungle, no, just as the woman looked about ready to torch the poor guy a sizable boulder flew from the trees and made a thunderous crack into her body as it slammed her against the tree. The sufficient sound and flowing crimson told Frankie that she wouldn't be returning from that one.
He figured he already knew who his savior was and low, out came a big, sweating beast of a man, decked out in a white t-shirt, scruffy work pants and boots; it was Goon which he was thankful for. "Jeez Goon could you a left it a little layta?!" An appreciative Franky shouted wildly.
"I've learned a few things from livin' with all these freaks Franky, an' one a them is; when their backs are turned there ain't nothin' savin' 'em from a giant boulder, now come on and let's get outa this place." Goon replied, wiping the sweat from his brow.
2. "You could do me the favor of not lying to me," she hissed venomously through clenched teeth. The tears running down over her mask seemed almost comical, but she wasn't concerned about them. She wasn't even certain, herself, if she was up to actually listening to whatever the excuse might have been for what she could only count as a blatant betrayal. But, let it not be said she wasn't a woman of fairness, "Did you think I wouldn't find out? So I'm stupid?"
Perhaps not fairness, then. She continuously phrased each of her questions so that there was no safe way to answer them. It was the pride and fault of her gender, but even if she didn't intend to phrase them as such traps, she made no appologies for it. Deep breaths turned into heavy growls, "She was my best friend! And she..." she paused, biting her tongue for a second, her breath clearly held as if she were suddenly trying to breathe under water, "And you just..." obviously she was in pain at the thought of what had happened. But she'd made no attempts to hide that, either, "Does it even matter you?!" she screamed, this time louder than anything she'd said before. What pain might have been there exploding as anger.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't tear you apart!" Finally what it came down to... there is no fury like that of a woman scorned. Especially when that woman has the power to tear a battleship in half...
Dammit I know I paid fer quality here but I think this gettin' a little too real for me "Uh, listen sweet heart I know that I paid fer this an' all and you've bin just great, don't get me wrong," Franky began, not wanting to offend the woman he had hired.
This was quite out of character for him as for the most part he viewed women as whores who weren't worth much more than what the average misogynist thought of them, perhaps he was getting into this after all and he didn't even know it. "This is just gettin' too weird for me, which is saying somethin' about you if you're weirdin' me out," Franky added with a short laugh, which did not please the lady of the night that he had hired.
"Take your money you little creep, I don't need this!" She howled at him, a few tears beginning to roll down her cheeks, throwing a small bundle of notes at his chest.
Without another word from either of them she was gone, slamming the hotel door hard as she went. "You smooth talker Franky," he mumbled to himself, a large grin plastered over his face as he looked at he money she had left him, "Time with a dame and all of my money? I think I'm startin' to like New York!" And thar she blows!
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:42 pm
Madem Plum Name (& Alter Ego): Android (Cyborg) #17 and Android (Cyborg) #18 Age: Unknown. Alignment: To be established. Powers or Abilities: The twin Androids possess many different abilities. [ Hover / Flying ] - The androids were equipped with flying systems, energy is forced from a core inside their robotic make-up and outside at high speeds, allowing the androids to hover or fly at ranging speeds and distances. [ Energy Blasts ] - Energy pouches were placed inside each of the twins palms, granting them the ability to force concentrated energy spheres at their opponents. They can vary in size and explode on contact. [ Armor ] - The twins skin is made of a reinforced, flexible metal that is nearly impenetrable. [ Strength ] - The cyborgs are nearly entirely made up of robotic features, this grants them super human strength. The strength can go far enough to the point where they are able to lift something with the weight similar to a tank. They were designed to have strength powerful enough to take a punch from Superman himself. [ Sensors ] - Sensors inside the androids head are designed to be able to determine the general skill level of a being, species, age, and even powers. Special Training: None. Physical Description/Picture: [ Android #17 ] #17's appearance resembles that of a young, teenage boy. His hair is long and black, parted down the middle. His eyes are an icy blue and he has a pale skin complexion. A loose, orange tinted bandana is tied about his neck. A tight black t-shirt goes over a long sleeved white shirt, both tucked into blue jeans that are torn at the knees. Bright green leg warmers go from his blue converse and up a bit past his ankle, over the jeans. [ Android #18 ] #18's appearance is aimed to be similar to a young, teenage girl. Her hair is blonde and parts on the side, some falling over her face. A tight black tank-top is slightly hidden by a loose, jean vest. A striped, white, long-sleeved shirt is under the tank top. A jean, short skirt covers tight, black leggings. Brown, cowboy boots fit her feet and rise up to about her knee. Background: Professor Ivo was going through many different idea concepts and designs for his soon-to-be android 'Amazo'. Androids #17 and #18 were one of his nearly perfect but not completely designs. 17 and 18 were originally rebel teens without a cause, Ivo kidnapped them for his own needs and experiments. He tweaked their human structure and added many features, hoping they would be his key to destroying the JLA. Once finished, Ivo named them #17 and #18, for they were his seventeenth and eighteenth designs. They were finished and ready to be activated, but Ivo realised that their some-what human brain and body would give them too much free will. He got frustrated and feared they may betray him and abandoned the idea of using humans as a base subject. Thus the Androids (actually the correct term would be cyborg, since they are actually humans only equipped with robotic features) were never activated and were tossed aside as rejects, never to come from their capsules they were built in. Many years later, members of the organization S.H.I.E.L.D found their abandoned capsules in a desolate factory. S.H.I.E.L.D was unaware that Ivo was the one who created them and thus took them back to their New York base to analyze them. Henry 'Hank' Jonathan Pym was put in charge of their analysis. Pym, who was frustrated that Reed (Mr. Fantastic) continued to surpass him in creating and aiding to better the world and his allies, ran a few short tests over the inactive Androids. Pym finally activated them, in hopes that his work on the Androids would impress everyone and cause his popularity to rise over Reed's. Pym activated them with the code on the panel that was placed on the capsules they came in. A time was set. Pym was confused at first but short work revealed that it took time to activate them. Pym left to attend to other things, hoping he would make it back in time for their activation. RP Challenge: N/A.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:43 pm
ChristandJackel I know this isn't my best work. In fact if it is, just barely mediocre work. I just wanted to post before Middlecards since it would make a good thing he could implement with the girl.  Name (& Alter Ego): Though noone knows it, his name is Baker Rashim His alter ego is simply, "The Haitian" Age: 37 Alignment: S.H.I.E.L.D. Powers or Abilities: Mental Manipulation: Probably his most dominant and used power, The Haitian has the ability to erase a person's memory no matter how precious or strong it is. This power can range from completely erasing ones memory, to certain ones. To erase a certain memory though, the Haitian must physically touch the person whereas he can completely erase a quarter of New York's memory at once. Even though he can erase the memory, the Haitian cannot restore them though a person such as Wolverine, can restore their memory due to the power to regenerate tissue, which in fact will do the same for the brain, restoring any lost fragments that the mind erasing will cause. Also, though he can do this to all species, symbiotes and aliens seem to prove much more difficult. Symbiotes (Venom) seem to work along side their host giving them room to fight back, while aliens (Superman, Martian Manhunter) seem to just have a different form of genetic makeup which may prove difficult for him to take. It is rare, but there have been a few instances where the person he is trying to memory erase has defeated him. These cases are rare and are due mainly to that person having an almost inhuman amount of willpower. When he erases a person's memory, even if all of them are taken, their base thought patterns such as walking, talking, and such are not removed nor do they know that the memories they have lost have indeed been lost unless faced with evidence stating otherwise. Another thing that is amazing about his power is that since he can use this ability so well, he on the other hand seems to have almost photographic memory.
Power Negation: His second, and for a long amount of time in his life, unused power is the power to negate any other superhero or villain's power. This ranges from being able to dampen or even cancel out the person's power. What's more is that this is an unconscious affect of his and as such will happen to anyone that comes within a close proximity of him (roughly in the same level of a house as him). During his time in S.H.I.E.L.D., the Haitian has learned to control this with almost the same amount of efficiently as his Mind Manipulation power as he has moved this to the point where he can target some people as to not feel the effects of it while those that are not will still feel its affects. Since he can control this, he has the ability to increase the range of this about a similar size as his mental manipulation power when simply wishing to "hollow out" a area around him. Also like his mental manipulation, there is a chance to overcome this through great effort. Still, this is more towards a person's power that is drawn upon more through their own will power anyway (ex. Mystique's ability to transform or Superman's ability to fly or use laser vision) while such powers that run on a more subconscious level such as Wolverine's ability to self regenerate or Rouge's ability to absorb powers, is negated regardless as to what the person may try. Special Training: Considering he is a high ranking member of S.H.I.E.L.D., he is very proficient in both hand to hand combat and firearms. This is limited mainly to small handguns. Physical Description/Picture: Background: The Haitian first realized his powers at the age of 7 when he inadvertently was able to repress a super villain's power when they came through their village in Haiti. About 6 years later, after heading home from school, he was jumped by a group of men who nearly beat him to death before robbing and eventually raping him. Though he described the boys that did this to him, his mother, who at the time was somewhat of a leading figure in the village, thought that by calling the children out she would expose her son as weak which would then extend to her making it seem as if she experienced the same affliction. It was then that he realized that there really wasn't anyone that he could count on. With his father gone and his mother thinking of nothing more then looking strong for her people, he decided to withdraw into himself becoming a mute.
Almost three months after that day while he was walking home from school, he was attacked by the boys yet again. Once more he had been jumped and once more he had been brought to near death, this time being saved by that of a wandering member of the village that just happened to stumble onto the situation. That night, while he was alone in his room, he wished that he could just forget what happened that day. To wake up and realize it was a dream... He was not given such luck.
But the rest of the village had...
When he woke up that day, he found everyone in the village crying and mummbling as if they were insane. The all were saying things such as they couldn't remember anything or why couldn't they remember and words to that effect. When it reached America, S.H.I.E.L.D. was the first to know. After learning that the boy was the only person that could remember anything, they were able to somewhat deduce the situation to have some type of connection with the child that would not speak while making sure to get their attention. Once they learned of his "gifts" he was taken from the village meeting solely with Nick Fury. During their meeting, Nick offered the boy anything his heart desired. This was of course in exchange for the boy's cooperation. What was strange about this, is that being in a world where people knew of your existence and listened to him was exactly what he wanted.
It was quite the irony though as he even to this day has not said a single word, instead drawing pictures to show whatever he needs displayed. He currently works as somewhat of a bodyguard for most of the high ranking members of S.H.I.E.L.D. or when they must come in contact with a "gifted" human being.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2008 6:44 pm
ChristandJackel  Name (& Alter Ego): Benjamin Tenasin or Ben 10 Age: 10 {The age he becomes once his aliens transform is relative to a mature form of each} Alignment: Fantastic Four though he's really there more as a way to hopefully get a better understanding of the Omnitrix Powers or Abilities: With the power of his omnitrix, Ben can transform into 10 different aliens. Whenever he plans to do so, he goes to his right arm and presses a small button. When done, the top part will raise about 3 inches upward, giving him a holographic selection of each of the ten different aliens. When finding the one he so desires, Ben will only need to slam down on it, completely changing his D.N.A. to that of the creature. Because it is merging his own form with that of 10 other creatures, it feels as if there is another being inside Ben whenever becoming an alien, usually causing a subconscious act on his part. While in this form, Ben can fully utilize the alien's power as he see's fit for roughly 10 whole minutes before it needs to recharge. This will usually happen as a flash of red light will blink rapidly before bathing him in a red light, sending him back into his original human form. From there the omnitrix will remain that way until sometime later. Again, this time varies between each use, as some times it may take up to ten minutes while others it may only need five and others it may be rendered inert the rest of that entire day.
Whenever in the form of the alien, the creatures will seem to be in a set costume regardless to what Ben is wearing at the time, as it seems to deviate from the first type of clothing he has on when the omnitrix is first placed on his wrist. This for him, usually consist of each of them wearing some type of white with a black streak going through while having the omnitrix symbol somewhere among their body. Be it on the side of their arm, to the center of their chest, to atop their very head. Special Training: He has a somewhat menial level of skill in martial arts as his cousin has shown him some basics in the art. Physical Description/Picture: While in his normal form, Ben is seen wearing a pair of slightly baggy cargo pants along with a white shirt with a black line going straight across the center. His head seems relatively unkempt as there is a small bit that seems to stand on end as if it wasn't brushed correctly.
Fourarms: Probably his favorite of the ten, Fourarms is a Tetramand from the dessert planet Khoros. On this planet, the creatures there live in a constant state of dystopia, resulting in the average creature's incredible strength.
Fourarms is a ten-foot tall, four-armed, four-eyed powerhouse with armored skin and extremely dense musculature, making him unmatched in pure physical strength. His strength is such that he can create shockwaves simply by pounding the ground or clapping all four of his hands together, which he calls the "Big Smack". Not only that but his leg strength allows him to cross entire city blocks in a single jump. However, all the extra mass of his muscles and heavy skin makes Fourarms relatively slow, and his size likewise makes using things designed for smaller species difficult.
In basic terms, he's nothing more then a much smaller Hulk, maybe equal to the Thing's strength, with red skin and four arms.
Diamondhead: The creature he is roughly second to third most likely to transform into, Diamondhead is a Petrosapien. He is from the crystal planet called Petropia.
Diamondhead's body is composed of an extremely durable organic crystal, making him nearly invulnerable. Diamondhead can control his crystal physiology at will, allowing him to fashion crude crystal weapons from any part his body on demand or fire crystal shards from his hands. This same ability also allows him to regenerate to an extent, such as regrowing lost limbs. In addition to growing crystal from himself, Diamondhead can grow crystal over other objects. Lasers and other similar weapons are useless against Diamondhead, as his crystal body acts as a prism, refracting the beams. The one drawback to Diamondhead's crystal form is the crystal itself, which can shatter if exposed to sufficiently strong sonic vibrations. While Petrosapiens can regenerate limbs, there is a limit to how much damage they can recover from.
XLR8: His second to third favorite alien, Xlr8 is a Kineceleran who lives on the planet Kinet. Though they are extremely fast creatures, this is a mere byproduct of their actual power which is the manipulation of friction. With this, they can reach up to 500 mph in an instant and can walk on water along with run up buildings with relative ease. Using his speed, XLR8 can perform a number of unique feats. He can create tornadoes through centrifugal force, either through running in a small circle or spinning, and can deliver speed-enhanced attacks in rapid succession. Amazing reflexes accompany this speed, allowing XLR8 to quickly dodge attacks with relative ease. His scissor-like claws can also cut through objects. XLR8's weakness is his lack of physical strength, which is about on par with a normal human.
To the normal onlooker, XLR8 looks like little more than a velociraptor, as it is the base of his form. Amazingly, this version of a Kineceleran is much much different from the other members of its species. In fact, of all of Ben's aliens, XLR8 is the only one that seems to be this different. XLR8 has wheel-shaped feet and wears a helmet with a windshield, while the other members of his race do not, actually having more of elven features to them. Also what makes him rather interesting, is that while other members of his race are incapable of running on slippery surfaces. Furthermore, because of their constant motion, Kinecelerans build up large stores of static electricity, which reacts badly with water.
HeatBlast: Another one of his more enjoyable aliens, HeatBlast is a Pyronite.
Heatblast is a magma-based lifeform that can control fire at will, either projecting it in a wide range of forms or absorbing it into himself. He can fire streams of flame, create fireballs, manifest tornadoes of flame, or radiate heat in all directions for a localized explosion. He can also achieve flight by firing at the ground to propel himself like a rocket. Apart from this, Heatblast is also a highly durable alien, able to endure being thrown through buildings without being slowed. Heatblast's dependency on heat is also his weakness, as his powers can be negated by sufficient amounts of water or similar fire-extinguishing materials. His natural body heat also prevents him from handling things without burning them, people included.
Upgrade: Upgrade is a Galvanic Mechomorph of the moon Galvan B, which orbits Galvan Prime. Though originally uninhabited, Galvan B was accidentally brought to life when Galvan scientists introduced self-replicating nanotechnology to the moon, which bonded with the moon's minerals and created sentient life.
Upgrade is composed of nanotechnology, allowing him to reshape his body at will. This makes restraining or harming him difficult, as he can "melt" to avoid either and will quickly regenerate from any damage taken. Upgrade can also merge with other technology, earning his name by upgrading it far beyond its original design. The size of the device is inconsequential. While merged with a device, Upgrade controls it as he would his own body. Even without a machine at hand, Upgrade can reconfigure his form around his eye in order to fire a plasma beam from it. Upgrade is also capable of forming simple constructs from plasma, such as spikes. Upgrade's weakness is his specialization: being technology-oriented, Upgrade cannot possess biological creatures which is why whenever Ben turns into one his voice stays the same as they aren't fully complete. Upgrade's liquid-metal composition can also work against him, namely where electrical attacks are concerned. Furthermore, any sort of metal corrosive can upset Upgrade's delicate internal workings and wreak havoc on his systems.
Stinkfly: Stinkfly is a Lepidopterran from the swamp planet Lepidopterra.
Stinkfly is meant to be a combination of various Earth insects that are mainly in the dragonfly family, though there are set traces of cricket and praying mantis aswell. His primary ability is flight facilitated by the four thin wings on his back, which grant Stinkfly high mobility and speed. Stinkfly also possesses disproportionate strength, enough to carry people and objects heavier than himself. Stinkfly's four eye stalks give him a wide range of vision from the sky, including the ability to look directly behind himself. Pollen ducts in his eyes and mouth allow Stinkfly to excrete high-pressure streams of liquids. The type of liquid can range from a flammable toxin to an immobilizing jelly. His razor-sharp tail and pincer-like legs can also be used in melee combat. Stinkfly's primary weakness is water, which can negate his flight if it gets on his wings. In addition, while his body is fairly strong, his wings are not. A more minor inconvenience is Stinkfly's intense body odor (hence the name), which is a result of the oils he secretes to keep his joints moving.
WildMutt: Wildmutt is a Vulpimancer from the garbage planet Vulpin.
Wildmutt is a vaguely dog-like alien whose physical features are a cross between a lion and a gorilla. While, like XLR8, he is not the look of a regular version of his species, it can be argued that this is simply because Ben himself is still quite young and the form is mere an adolescent version. Wilmutt's powerful arms allows him to run, jump, and climb objects at high speeds, in addition to making him fairly strong. Wildmutt has no eyes, but has gills on his neck which allow him to hear and see many times better than humans, giving him radar-like sight which is depicted as functioning somewhat like a thermograph sensor. There is speculation that the porcupine-like quills on his back supplement his radar sight. Wildmutt's weakness, though it is rarely an issue, is his lack of sight, which can be impeded through various means such as his face getting covered in a sticky substance, or his gills are blocked off in some way or fashion as they are a more definite way for him to "see". Wildmutt also lacks the ability to speak in any understandable fashion, instead relying on snarls and growls, which can be an inconvenience when trying to avoid conflict.
Greymatter: Grey Matter is a Galvan. He lives on the tiny planet Galvan Prime. Though he rarely chooses Greymatter, whenever the omnitrix acts somewhat strangely, it is him that Ben will most likely transform into.
Grey Matter is a gray-skinned, frog-like alien only six inches tall, but his size belies his intellect, which is second to none. He can create almost anything from spare parts and deduce the function of any device from a simple glance. His size allows him to squeeze into small spaces, and he can climb walls thanks to tiny suction cups on his skin. However, Grey Matter's size makes him unsuited for battle, and hence Ben must outsmart his enemies while using the form. Showing a more light-hearted side of the Omnitrix, Ben, despite being able to understand any device, does not consciously comprehend what he is doing, leading him to remark as much.
Ditto: Ditto is a Splixson from the Earth-like planet Hathor.
Ditto is a small, humanoid alien with the ability to clone himself without limit. Every clone operates independently, regardless of whether or not Ben wants them to, and each clone is indistinguishable from the others. Though the clones are autonomous, they share each others pain, which negates the usefulness of making large numbers of clones. The child-size Ditto is also no stronger than his size and build suggests.
When the Omnitrix times out, the Ditto clones are forcibly recombined into one before the transformation reverts. If one or more clones are isolated from each other when the Omnitrix times out, the timer will reset periodically until they are reunited. This only seems to apply when a clone is physically unable to reunite with the others; in open air, the clones will float to each other over great distances in order to facilitate the transformation. It is implied that the reset "glitch" forces the Omnitrix into a state where the next transformation is timed out much faster than usual, due to the strain of being active through multiple timeouts.
Upchuck: Upchuck is a Gourmand from the planet Peptos XI.
Upchuck is a small alien with a very large appetite. He has four strong, adhesive tongues that can stretch to great lengths, allowing him to latch onto large objects and reel them in with relative ease. Upchuck's mouth and stomach stretch to facilitate the digestion of such objects. Upchuck possesses several acid-filled stomachs that can dissolve all forms of inorganic matter, ironically meaning they can't digest organic matter such as ordinary food. The items ingested are converted into explosive balls of liquids that can be expelled at will with great accuracy. Not only that, but Upchuck seems to have an impressive level of stamina, as he is able to be able to get up relatively unharmed from being thrown into a building or even being his by a car. His only impediment seems to be his size.
Bio: Whats strange about Ben was, from his birth to about 3 months ago, Ben has been a normal child. He lived a normal life, went to a normal school, did normal things. Sure there was the occasional monster attack in his state, but since the JLA or the X-men had been formed, many, if not all of those attacks had really been stopped before they had started. It was his entire life that was uneventful... and it was this reason of uneventfulness, this reason for being so normal, that Ben went on that trip to the woods for the summer. Who knew that his world would come crashing down so abruptly...
While in the woods alone one day, Ben comes across a large meteorite. Upon further inspection, Ben realizes that this is not a meteor and indeed a badly damaged piece of alien technology. Incidentally enough, when Ben comes close to it, the machine opens it up to reveal a small watch-like item lying lifelessly within it. This seems as if a ploy, as the moment he draws closer, it latches to his hand, forming a near indestructible bond with it that seems to not come off unless the arm itself is severed. From there he decides to take on the forms and use them as a hero, thinking this his one great name to fame as a hero amongst the likes of Superman and Spiderman. This dream is somewhat extinguised for a short while as his parents search high and low for a way to sever the item from the child. For though he wishes to be a hero, he is still a 10 year old child and his parents, rightfully so, do not wish for the boy to go off on his own, wishing to do these crazy acts. Not only that, but because of an accident during one of the last times a evil villain came across their town, a loved member of their family was killed, his body being incinerated from the heat from Superman's very heat vision as it caused an explosion, though defeating the villain, killed their grandfather. Though Ben has been spared the truth, his parents have always for that reason harbored a level of resentment for Superman which on the other hand seems to give them a pessimistic look on all superheroes or mutants.
Even still, Ben somehow or another meets with Mr. Fantastic, the leading member of the Fantastic Four, who tells his parents that he can help remove the item, if only allowing the child to stay there for some time. From there, Ben has learned to use each alien species on a much better level then he once could though the omnitrix for some new reason seems to glitch up every now and then. This usually causes either for it to deactivate prematurely, become another alien despite his original choice, or a disturbing hybrid that is formed from the two.
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