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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2020 11:11 am
Imagine a world filled with superheroes and villains. People, capable of things never imagined before outside works of fiction. Comics. Action movies. Coming to life. In the '70's most people idolize the heroes as if they were gods on earth, and in some ways, they were. Most heroes became a household name, international celebrities, and beacons of hope and justice.
However, over the years public's view of these heroes changed. Too much property damage, too many wrongful deaths. Eventually, heroes started answering for their actions in a way that they hadn't prepared for. Both civil and federal lawsuits made it hell to save the day. Most heroes and villains hung up the cape at the call of the public or fear of more dire persecution. Others answered for their crimes in a public manner. The rest fought against the inevitable and lost. Eventually, villains disappeared, too. Some fearing what would happen to them after seeing how harshly the heroes were handled, others due to a lack of interest after the heroes vanished. Now, after years of public destruction from both sides, civil suits, and years of litigation, heroes and villains were outlawed. Even the site of a superhero or villain meant immediate arrest. The world turned to a more simplistic nature where police handled crimes, not a masked vigilante in a cape. A time where a robbery didn't include henchmen and weapons of mass destruction or plots against the mayor. Most heroes were forgotten, and others were just exaggerated stories and dramatized accounts spouted by 'ol' timers.'
Now, years later, crime is rising rapidly. Villains are starting to return because... why would they follow the rules, right? A time came where the world needed a hero again, and against the many laws, and rules that passed to prevent such, a brave few answered the call. They donned the cowl and took up the mantels of the retired heroes. Inspired, some of the older heroes stepped back out to finish the job. Unfortunately, It wasn't just the heroes that made a new debut. A new breed of villains came forth to oppose the fresh faced heroes. Again, the public was divided. Some happy and thankful for the heroes return. Others, vocalizing their reluctance to such with anger and eagerness to hush the heroes and put down the villains, as they had in the past.
What were once grand hall dedicated to the heroes coming together has been reduced to dark basements and obscurity by the shadows. The line between the heroes and villains became a little more blurred. No one knew for sure what would come next, but one things was for sure, nothing would be the same.
Inspired by The Boys, The watchmen, The Incredibles
[img]https://i.ibb.co/GpbGcHd/the-story1.gif[/img] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=crimson]Imagine a world filled with superheroes and villains. People, capable of things never imagined before outside works of fiction. Comics. Action movies. Coming to life. In the '70's most people idolize the heroes as if they were gods on earth, and in some ways, they were. Most heroes became a household name, international celebrities, and beacons of hope and justice.
However, over the years public's view of these heroes changed. Too much property damage, too many wrongful deaths. Eventually, heroes started answering for their actions in a way that they hadn't prepared for. Both civil and federal lawsuits made it hell to save the day. Most heroes and villains hung up the cape at the call of the public or fear of more dire persecution. Others answered for their crimes in a public manner. The rest fought against the inevitable and lost. Eventually, villains disappeared, too. Some fearing what would happen to them after seeing how harshly the heroes were handled, others due to a lack of interest after the heroes vanished. Now, after years of public destruction from both sides, civil suits, and years of litigation, heroes and villains were outlawed. Even the site of a superhero or villain meant immediate arrest. The world turned to a more simplistic nature where police handled crimes, not a masked vigilante in a cape. A time where a robbery didn't include henchmen and weapons of mass destruction or plots against the mayor. Most heroes were forgotten, and others were just exaggerated stories and dramatized accounts spouted by 'ol' timers.'
Now, years later, crime is rising rapidly. Villains are starting to return because... why would they follow the rules, right? A time came where the world needed a hero again, and against the many laws, and rules that passed to prevent such, a brave few answered the call. They donned the cowl and took up the mantels of the retired heroes. Inspired, some of the older heroes stepped back out to finish the job. Unfortunately, It wasn't just the heroes that made a new debut. A new breed of villains came forth to oppose the fresh faced heroes. Again, the public was divided. Some happy and thankful for the heroes return. Others, vocalizing their reluctance to such with anger and eagerness to hush the heroes and put down the villains, as they had in the past.
What were once grand hall dedicated to the heroes coming together has been reduced to dark basements and obscurity by the shadows. The line between the heroes and villains became a little more blurred. No one knew for sure what would come next, but one things was for sure, nothing would be the same.[/color] [/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [align=right][size=9][color=darkred]Inspired by The Boys, The watchmen, The Incredibles[/color][/size][/align]
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[/list][/list][/list][size=15][b]โ[/b]๐ ๐ค๐ฅ๐๐๐[/size] [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][list][list][list][color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]No controlling other peoples characters.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]No killing other peoples characters without permission.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]3rd person, 3 paragraphs minimum. Semi-lit.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]Make your post your own. Minimum Picture and character name required. No bright colors (I'm colorblind and can't see).[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]Stay active. In thread and out.[/color]
[/list][/list][/list][size=15][b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐ค[/size] [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][list][list][list][color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]No perfect or flat characters. Be dynamic.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]Have a weakness. Something.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]The stronger your power the stronger your weakness.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]No aliens. Everyone was born on Earth.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]I don't care if you character cuss/swears.[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]No more than 2 characters. Unless, previously discussed[/color] [color=black]โโบ [/color][color=darkred]Have unique characters powers. Not everyone is superman/wonder woman/ect.[/color]
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[imgleft] 350 x (up to you) [/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=COLOR2][size=20]๐น๐ธ๐๐[b]โ [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Name[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Alias[/b][/color]: (nicknames / Super-name) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Age[/b][/color]: (any age is fine) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Sex[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Gender[/b][/color]:
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Job[/b][/color]: (ex. What do you do for a living, do you own a business in town, if none, delete.) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Loves[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Fears[/b][/color]:
BACKSTORY GOES HERE
[/list][/list][/list][/color][size=20][color=COLOR2]๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] Your User Name Here
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=COLOR2][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] A blurb, in character to explain your character, their backstory, their views, personality and who they are. This is honestly 90% of the reason you will be accepted. So make it good. It can be about anything you want. Make it from the characters first person perspective. As long, or as short as you like.... though, too short may not be all that great.) [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
[color=crimson][size=15][b]โ[/b]๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐[/size][/color][list][list][list] [imgleft]https://i.ibb.co/8Bkq1hv/100x100.png[/imgleft][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][color=silver]โฐโโฎโฐโโฎโฐโโฎ[/color] [color=crimson][u]ALIAS / CODEName[/u][/color] [b][size=13][color=silver]โ โ โ[/color][/size][/b] [color=black][b]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/b][/color][size=10][color=crimson] [color=black]โโบ[/color] Characterโs Full Name [color=black]โโบ[/color] Sex [color=black]โโบ[/color] Age [color=black]โโบ[/color] Power [color=black]โโบ[/color] Allegiance [color=black]โโบ[/color] [color=silver]Username [/color] [/size][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
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[/list][/list][/list][color=crimson][size=15][b]โ[/b]๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐[/size][/color][list][list][list] [spoiler][CODE HERE][align=left][imgleft] 350 x (up to you) [/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=COLOR2][size=20]๐น๐ธ๐๐[b]โ [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Name[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Alias[/b][/color]: (nicknames / Super-name) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Age[/b][/color]: (any age is fine) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Sex[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Gender[/b][/color]:
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Job[/b][/color]: (ex. What do you do for a living, do you own a business in town, if none, delete.) [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Loves[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=COLOR1][b]Fears[/b][/color]:
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[/list][/list][/list][/color][size=20][color=COLOR2]๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] Your User Name Here
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=COLOR2][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] A blurb, in character to explain your character, their backstory, their views, personality and who they are. This is honestly 90% of the reason you will be accepted. So make it good. It can be about anything you want. Make it from the characters first person perspective. As long, or as short as you like.... though, too short may not be all that great.) [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list] [/END CODE][/spoiler]
โฐโโฎโฐโโฎโฐโโฎPLAGUEโ โ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โโบ Henrie Michael Tolliver โโบ Male โโบ Twenty-seven โโบ Virokinesis โโบ Villain โโบTheFudog
โฐโโฎโฐโโฎโฐโโฎAPOLLOโ โ โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โโบ Hasan Deniz Terzi โโบ Male โโบ Thirty-two โโบ Solakinesis and Pyrokenisis โโบ Villain โโบPANIC all the time
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โโบAllegiance: Hero โโบPowers: Indestructible skin. Super Strength, slow aging. โโบWeakness: His eyes and internal organs are all normal. He's susceptible to super loud noises, suffocation, overheating, freezing
โโบJob: Ex-Hero, living off of royaltees โโบLoves: Whiskey, being a hero, Sour gummy warms. โโบFears: outliving everyone else, needles, becoming a villain.
Titan was once of the heroes that even other heroes looked up to. His powers manifested when he was a child. His dad was a construction worker, his mom, a social worker. Lances parents didn't try to hide his powers. Lance even started working at his dads construction site when he was 12. It started as him carrying bags of cement and other heavy items, to the amazement and frustration of the other workers. When he turned sixteen, he donned a mask and began the vigilante life. By twenty, he was a full time hero. One of the top dogs, too. He battled supervillains and organized crime alike. He personally called out a mob family and worked tirelessly to end their reign. The Scolari's. The worse of the worse in the organized crime syndicates. Lance would be lying if he didn't say he loved it. He helped pave the way for other heroes and up and comers. All was going great.
Then, the incident. After months of busting up lower level Scolari's, Lance learned of a meeting of the big boys and decided to attack. He grabbed BlitzKrieg, a lightening hero to help him mop it all up. When they went in, however, the sight tore through Lance in such a way that he lost it. Lance slaughtered a room full of men in the worse way to the point that the battle hardened Blitz, was puking in the corner when the police arrived. That's when the public started to demand action. After a week with his fellow heroes, Lance decided to comply and turn himself in. The case of the century took three weeks to conclude. Lance plead guilty but too many people argued on both sides. Eventually, Lance was sentenced to thirty years in prison. A formality for a man that could litterally walk through a mine field or rip through concrete and titanium like it was tissue paper. But he stayed. After his release, he retired on his money he had saved between being a hero and his contracting jobs over the year. However, when the new heroes were starting to pop back up, Lance decided to come back. He ditched the famous Titan costume for a custom black tuxedo. Why hide and why not be in style while doing it
It use to be when one of us showed up, everyone cheered, everyone relaxed and let out a sigh of relief, knowing that everything would be okay because we had it all under control. We fought long and hard to make sure that was the case. Then, people started questioning who would police us? Who would handle us if things went south, ya know? Cops? The army? They stood as much of a chance against us as ants did God. So, things started getting uneasy. We didn't care. We had a job to do, and the people would have to understand in the meantime.
I'd been fighting the organized crime, the mobs and the gangs as a personal mission for years. I had been rounding up the same low level thugs and throwing them in prison over and over again. I was relying on the system, but they were too damn crafty. Too many greased palms, I guess. Anyways, everytime we sent a group away, the big bosses would lie low. Disappear. Fall off the face of the planet for weeks, months even. Just before we could get to them. Then their low guys would come out, or they'd replace them and we'd start fighting them, and they'd come out of hiding. Restarting the vicious cycle. It was like that for years. Until one day, Danny Maciotta, a three strike loser, let slip that the big boys had a monthly get together, even in hiding. He exchanged that in hopes for a lighter sentence.
So I grabbed Krieger, you probably knew him as BlitzKrieg, the German lightening hero. German... ah, the ******** faked the accent, he was born in Yonkers. Anyways, Krieg and I hit this compound, upstate, Surrounded by guys that we'd locked up one time or another. We went in quiet. Until we reached the room with the bosses. When we walked in, we had no way of preparing for what we saw. The don, and all his ******** were there but it wasn't a dinner party like thought. It could only be described as an orgy, but even then that doesn't cover it. Orgies, they have some morality to it I suppose. These old men, sixty year old, fat, ******** were all naked, with a bunch of kids. I don't mean women in their twenties. No, that's disgusting but not as bad. These were kids. Boys, girls, the oldest being about fourteen. The vile horrible monsters didn't even stop. They just looked at us.
In that moment, I realized our system had failed. These monsters were caught in the act being as evil as they could, and they didn't give two shits. They knew, that they'd be back on the streets in a few months, if they'd even go to jail... I-i lost it. I went on a rampage. I ripped them apart in the most brutal and painful way I could. Krieg couldn't stop me, as much as he tried. In the end, half of the kids were crying, the others were in shocked, and Krieg and I were the only living adults left. Krieg was in the corner puking his guts out. I left and went back to the base.
At this point, the public was going crazy. Some chanting lock us up others saying we're heroes that finally got rid of the mob. I realized I'd broken the system a bit. I was no better than the evil pricks I'd slaughtered. I called a press conference and turned myself in. I plead guilty. I wasn't trying to hide it. I ******** up. A lot of people were pissed about it. I started getting help that I didn't ask for nor want. It lead to a reduced sentence. Maybe I did go too far. Most of those kids ended up in therapy or institutionalized over the whole ordeal. I guess Krieg couldn't get over it. He ate a bullet a few months after I got locked up. I spent the next thirty years in prison. I had made peace with the fact that I'd probably die in prison before the sentencing came, though. Thirty years didn't seem right. Then again, it proved the system was broken.
Guards and inmates both kept their distance. Most of the criminals knew what I could do, or I'd thrown them in there. The guards knew there was nothing they could do to stop me if I tried to leave, but I stayed. Eventually, I served my time and they released me. I thought about working but had enough money stored away from royalties on action figures, comic books and even cereal boxes that had my face. Sad thing is, they all came out after I got locked up. Never knew about any of it until I walked into the bank and saw my account. I had more than enough to retire in luxury. Bullshit lawyers did something right for me, I guess.
When the heroes started to come back, I tried to keep out of it, but the call to arms was too great. The least I could do was help some of them not make the same mistakes we made back in the day, or stop some crimes from happening. I mean, seriously, its a generation of kids raised on facebook and twitter, and we expect them to keep us safe?
[imgleft]https://i.imgur.com/yKSmm4s.jpg?1[/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=red][size=20]๐น๐ธ๐๐[b]โ [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Name[/b][/color]: Lance Adam Mekker [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Alias[/b][/color]: Titan [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Age[/b][/color]: 70 [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Sex[/b][/color]: Male [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Gender[/b][/color]: Masculine
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]: Hero [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Indestructible skin. Super Strength, slow aging. [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Weakness[/b][/color]: His eyes and internal organs are all normal. He's susceptible to super loud noises, suffocation, overheating, freezing
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Job[/b][/color]: Ex-Hero, living off of royaltees [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Loves[/b][/color]: Whiskey, being a hero, Sour gummy warms. [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=slategray][b]Fears[/b][/color]: outliving everyone else, needles, becoming a villain.
Titan was once of the heroes that even other heroes looked up to. His powers manifested when he was a child. His dad was a construction worker, his mom, a social worker. Lances parents didn't try to hide his powers. Lance even started working at his dads construction site when he was 12. It started as him carrying bags of cement and other heavy items, to the amazement and frustration of the other workers. When he turned sixteen, he donned a mask and began the vigilante life. By twenty, he was a full time hero. One of the top dogs, too. He battled supervillains and organized crime alike. He personally called out a mob family and worked tirelessly to end their reign. The Scolari's. The worse of the worse in the organized crime syndicates. Lance would be lying if he didn't say he loved it. He helped pave the way for other heroes and up and comers. All was going great.
Then, the incident. After months of busting up lower level Scolari's, Lance learned of a meeting of the big boys and decided to attack. He grabbed BlitzKrieg, a lightening hero to help him mop it all up. When they went in, however, the sight tore through Lance in such a way that he lost it. Lance slaughtered a room full of men in the worse way to the point that the battle hardened Blitz, was puking in the corner when the police arrived. That's when the public started to demand action. After a week with his fellow heroes, Lance decided to comply and turn himself in. The case of the century took three weeks to conclude. Lance plead guilty but too many people argued on both sides. Eventually, Lance was sentenced to thirty years in prison. A formality for a man that could litterally walk through a mine field or rip through concrete and titanium like it was tissue paper. But he stayed. After his release, he retired on his money he had saved between being a hero and his contracting jobs over the year. However, when the new heroes were starting to pop back up, Lance decided to come back. He ditched the famous Titan costume for a custom black tuxedo. Why hide and why not be in style while doing it
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=red][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] It use to be when one of us showed up, everyone cheered, everyone relaxed and let out a sigh of relief, knowing that everything would be okay because we had it all under control. We fought long and hard to make sure that was the case. Then, people started questioning who would police us? Who would handle us if things went south, ya know? Cops? The army? They stood as much of a chance against us as ants did God. So, things started getting uneasy. We didn't care. We had a job to do, and the people would have to understand in the meantime.
I'd been fighting the organized crime, the mobs and the gangs as a personal mission for years. I had been rounding up the same low level thugs and throwing them in prison over and over again. I was relying on the system, but they were too damn crafty. Too many greased palms, I guess. Anyways, everytime we sent a group away, the big bosses would lie low. Disappear. Fall off the face of the planet for weeks, months even. Just before we could get to them. Then their low guys would come out, or they'd replace them and we'd start fighting them, and they'd come out of hiding. Restarting the vicious cycle. It was like that for years. Until one day, Danny Maciotta, a three strike loser, let slip that the big boys had a monthly get together, even in hiding. He exchanged that in hopes for a lighter sentence.
So I grabbed Krieger, you probably knew him as BlitzKrieg, the German lightening hero. German... ah, the ******** faked the accent, he was born in Yonkers. Anyways, Krieg and I hit this compound, upstate, Surrounded by guys that we'd locked up one time or another. We went in quiet. Until we reached the room with the bosses. When we walked in, we had no way of preparing for what we saw. The don, and all his ******** were there but it wasn't a dinner party like thought. It could only be described as an orgy, but even then that doesn't cover it. Orgies, they have some morality to it I suppose. These old men, sixty year old, fat, ******** were all naked, with a bunch of kids. I don't mean women in their twenties. No, that's disgusting but not as bad. These were kids. Boys, girls, the oldest being about fourteen. The vile horrible monsters didn't even stop. They just looked at us.
In that moment, I realized our system had failed. These monsters were caught in the act being as evil as they could, and they didn't give two shits. They knew, that they'd be back on the streets in a few months, if they'd even go to jail... I-i lost it. I went on a rampage. I ripped them apart in the most brutal and painful way I could. Krieg couldn't stop me, as much as he tried. In the end, half of the kids were crying, the others were in shocked, and Krieg and I were the only living adults left. Krieg was in the corner puking his guts out. I left and went back to the base.
At this point, the public was going crazy. Some chanting lock us up others saying we're heroes that finally got rid of the mob. I realized I'd broken the system a bit. I was no better than the evil pricks I'd slaughtered. I called a press conference and turned myself in. I plead guilty. I wasn't trying to hide it. I ******** up. A lot of people were pissed about it. I started getting help that I didn't ask for nor want. It lead to a reduced sentence. Maybe I did go too far. Most of those kids ended up in therapy or institutionalized over the whole ordeal. I guess Krieg couldn't get over it. He ate a bullet a few months after I got locked up. I spent the next thirty years in prison. I had made peace with the fact that I'd probably die in prison before the sentencing came, though. Thirty years didn't seem right. Then again, it proved the system was broken.
Guards and inmates both kept their distance. Most of the criminals knew what I could do, or I'd thrown them in there. The guards knew there was nothing they could do to stop me if I tried to leave, but I stayed. Eventually, I served my time and they released me. I thought about working but had enough money stored away from royalties on action figures, comic books and even cereal boxes that had my face. Sad thing is, they all came out after I got locked up. Never knew about any of it until I walked into the bank and saw my account. I had more than enough to retire in luxury. Bullshit lawyers did something right for me, I guess.
When the heroes started to come back, I tried to keep out of it, but the call to arms was too great. The least I could do was help some of them not make the same mistakes we made back in the day, or stop some crimes from happening. I mean, seriously, its a generation of kids raised on facebook and twitter, and we expect them to keep us safe? [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
Danika can manipulate any form of energy that she can get near enough to touch. This means that she can absorb it, manifesting it later, or redirect it. After absorption her body converse it to biokinetic energy which helps to keep her body running at optimum human levels down to cellular repair exceeding the average human but not at superspeed levels. She can use this energy to manifest outside of her body to cause physical damage to objects or people around her. Her usual move is manifesting energy daggers.
โโบWeakness:
She is sensitive to touch and is prone to overheating in warm temperatures. Expending or manifesting energy takes a toll on her which becomes obvious as she continues to manifest for longer than 10 minutes at a time. As she produces no more energy herself than any other human, seclusion from other sources (sunlight, active electric lines, etc) would also render her powers disabled. As she uses her powers for longer periods of time, her body also starts to heat up which can cause overheating issues in warmer weather. And it is safe to assume that as temperatures get closer to absolute 0, there is less energy around for her to absorb passively which lowers her ability to redirect or manifest it in turn.
โโบJob: Freelance Photographer and Reporter โโบLoves:Anything sweet and creamy. Weather between 70 - 90 degrees. Fresh clean sheets and a fluffy comferature. Heights. Scenic routes. Instrumental music. โโบFears: Blowing up. Drowning. Absolute darkness.
Her mother and father both had powers before her, though they used them for different purposes. Her mother was a modern robinhood like figure - stealing from the rich and redistributing it to those in need as well as saving up quite the next egg. Her father was content just being able to protect his family from any physical danger they were put in. When Danika started to display that she could do more things than other kids her age, it was her mother's insistence that led to her parents testing her in various ways to see what she could do.
Her childhood consisted of all the normal things like climbing trees and playing on the playground. She also had an obstacle course at home, target practice ranges, and various forms of stored energy to try and contain. Thankfully her mother never went too far on testing to see how much she could hold; everytime the pain of absorbing became too much she would get to rest. Unfortunately though this meant that a lot of things that became normal to Danika (like jumping off of two story houses and playing with fire) ended up being seen as weird or dangerous by a lot of the kids in school. She withdrew socially for their own safety as some of them actually tried to top her accidentally crazy stunts. Danika kept training with her parents. Right up to the point that her parents "went away" for a weekend when she was twenty years old and just...never came back. She found the emergency package that her mom would always leave on such trips and followed the instructions to cover up any loose ends until they returned. Living in the house with all of the training equipment just got to be too lonely for her though so she moved to the city after making the arrangements.
She used some of her inheritance until she was able to get a job as a freelance photographer. As she didn't have an aversion to heights or anything like that, she's been able to get some miraculous shots over the years. Some of which became iconic or famous in their own right in certain circles. The more pictures she took the more she wanted to record them which ended up with her writing small articles that were also published with her pictures. As she's been able to make a tidy living from that, Danika hasn't drawn on the family money very much...after all she still holds out hope that her mother and father will return one day and therefore need the money left behind. In the meantime though, she's been finding it harder and harder to ignore the pain and fear of those around her. People need help and...she knows she's more than capable of helping thanks to her parents.
When I was a child, my mom and dad would protect me from the harsh realities of the world so that all I saw was the beauty. Or at least that's what they thought. I knew that my mom stole things - how could I not? At the same time I would also see her anonymously donating a lot of resources to homeless shelters, women's shelters, orphanages, or local struggling families. I knew that stealing was bad but at the same time it brought so much good to people's lives. I grew up learning to accept that sometimes to do good you have to break the law; you have to be willing to try to help. The worst thing about it was that when they disappeared, I wasn't the only one affected. The charities that my mother and father used to donate to stopped receiving the resources or money that had been sustaining them; many people couldn't be helped. I saw my home start to slip into something less than it had been and that was the most heartbreaking thing I'd been through. I missed my mother and father and loosing the warm home, not the house, that I'd grown up in would have been too much to bear.
So I packed up and moved elsewhere, leaving a caretaker to take care of my childhood house. The city helped me to forget the loss of my parents and the questions I had about their disappearance. I immersed myself into the topography of the place as I became more independent. The more I learned though, the darker view of the city I saw. People needed help here too. Statistically there was a lot of money flowing through the city but it just never seemed to be enough. I did what I could as I worked to build up my own profession but it wasn't enough. People needed more than help - they needed hope.
And one day, well, I don't know exactly why it was different but I couldn't stop myself. There was a man banging on the door of a house I was passing; it was maybe just a little past ten at night. He was shouting threats of the most vile nature. Yet people kept passing the townhouse by. When he finally broke the door off the hinges and pulled a cowering teen out of the street...I couldn't pass by. I walked up to the man, stabbed energy daggers through the very hands that dared abuse the frightened teenager, and left him there to bleed out for all I cared. The teen I took to a shelter before running off. Despite the fact that I thought I had just helped...I knew I'd done something technically illegal. Especially since I'd used a power that most others didn't have.
Since then I got a little more cautious whenever I helped anyone. I started to use my powers to blind cameras I passed to my features and the light radiated off, obscuring my features just enough to make an artist's renderings inaccurate. I helped those I can when I can while still maintaining and growing my job. The better money I make the more I can donate. So I'll just have to do both the vigilante thing and the philanthropist gig until...well, I don't know until when. I guess I can stop when I die but we'll see about that.
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]: Hero [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Tactical Ergokinesis[list][list][list]Danika can manipulate any form of energy that she can get near enough to touch. This means that she can absorb it, manifesting it later, or redirect it. After absorption her body converse it to biokinetic energy which helps to keep her body running at optimum human levels down to cellular repair exceeding the average human but not at superspeed levels. She can use this energy to manifest outside of her body to cause physical damage to objects or people around her. Her usual move is manifesting energy daggers.[/list][/list][/list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Weakness[/b][/color]: [list][list][list]She is sensitive to touch and is prone to overheating in warm temperatures. Expending or manifesting energy takes a toll on her which becomes obvious as she continues to manifest for longer than 10 minutes at a time. As she produces no more energy herself than any other human, seclusion from other sources (sunlight, active electric lines, etc) would also render her powers disabled. As she uses her powers for longer periods of time, her body also starts to heat up which can cause overheating issues in warmer weather. And it is safe to assume that as temperatures get closer to absolute 0, there is less energy around for her to absorb passively which lowers her ability to redirect or manifest it in turn. [/list][/list][/list]
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Job[/b][/color]: Freelance Photographer and Reporter [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Loves[/b][/color]:Anything sweet and creamy. Weather between 70 - 90 degrees. Fresh clean sheets and a fluffy comferature. Heights. Scenic routes. Instrumental music. [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=indigo][b]Fears[/b][/color]: Blowing up. Drowning. Absolute darkness.
Her mother and father both had powers before her, though they used them for different purposes. Her mother was a modern robinhood like figure - stealing from the rich and redistributing it to those in need as well as saving up quite the next egg. Her father was content just being able to protect his family from any physical danger they were put in. When Danika started to display that she could do more things than other kids her age, it was her mother's insistence that led to her parents testing her in various ways to see what she could do.
Her childhood consisted of all the normal things like climbing trees and playing on the playground. She also had an obstacle course at home, target practice ranges, and various forms of stored energy to try and contain. Thankfully her mother never went too far on testing to see how much she could hold; everytime the pain of absorbing became too much she would get to rest. Unfortunately though this meant that a lot of things that became normal to Danika (like jumping off of two story houses and playing with fire) ended up being seen as weird or dangerous by a lot of the kids in school. She withdrew socially for their own safety as some of them actually tried to top her accidentally crazy stunts. Danika kept training with her parents. Right up to the point that her parents "went away" for a weekend when she was twenty years old and just...never came back. She found the emergency package that her mom would always leave on such trips and followed the instructions to cover up any loose ends until they returned. Living in the house with all of the training equipment just got to be too lonely for her though so she moved to the city after making the arrangements.
She used some of her inheritance until she was able to get a job as a freelance photographer. As she didn't have an aversion to heights or anything like that, she's been able to get some miraculous shots over the years. Some of which became iconic or famous in their own right in certain circles. The more pictures she took the more she wanted to record them which ended up with her writing small articles that were also published with her pictures. As she's been able to make a tidy living from that, Danika hasn't drawn on the family money very much...after all she still holds out hope that her mother and father will return one day and therefore need the money left behind. In the meantime though, she's been finding it harder and harder to ignore the pain and fear of those around her. People need help and...she knows she's more than capable of helping thanks to her parents.
[/list][/list][/list][/color][size=20][color=Khaki]๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] Vicious Madam Mari
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=Khaki][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] When I was a child, my mom and dad would protect me from the harsh realities of the world so that all I saw was the beauty. Or at least that's what they thought. I knew that my mom stole things - how could I not? At the same time I would also see her anonymously donating a lot of resources to homeless shelters, women's shelters, orphanages, or local struggling families. I knew that stealing was bad but at the same time it brought so much good to people's lives. I grew up learning to accept that sometimes to do good you have to break the law; you have to be willing to try to help. The worst thing about it was that when they disappeared, I wasn't the only one affected. The charities that my mother and father used to donate to stopped receiving the resources or money that had been sustaining them; many people couldn't be helped. I saw my home start to slip into something less than it had been and that was the most heartbreaking thing I'd been through. I missed my mother and father and loosing the warm home, not the house, that I'd grown up in would have been too much to bear.
So I packed up and moved elsewhere, leaving a caretaker to take care of my childhood house. The city helped me to forget the loss of my parents and the questions I had about their disappearance. I immersed myself into the topography of the place as I became more independent. The more I learned though, the darker view of the city I saw. People needed help here too. Statistically there was a lot of money flowing through the city but it just never seemed to be enough. I did what I could as I worked to build up my own profession but it wasn't enough. People needed more than help - they needed hope.
And one day, well, I don't know exactly why it was different but I couldn't stop myself. There was a man banging on the door of a house I was passing; it was maybe just a little past ten at night. He was shouting threats of the most vile nature. Yet people kept passing the townhouse by. When he finally broke the door off the hinges and pulled a cowering teen out of the street...I couldn't pass by. I walked up to the man, stabbed energy daggers through the very hands that dared abuse the frightened teenager, and left him there to bleed out for all I cared. The teen I took to a shelter before running off. Despite the fact that I thought I had just helped...I knew I'd done something technically illegal. Especially since I'd used a power that most others didn't have.
Since then I got a little more cautious whenever I helped anyone. I started to use my powers to blind cameras I passed to my features and the light radiated off, obscuring my features just enough to make an artist's renderings inaccurate. I helped those I can when I can while still maintaining and growing my job. The better money I make the more I can donate. So I'll just have to do both the vigilante thing and the philanthropist gig until...well, I don't know until when. I guess I can stop when I die but we'll see about that. [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
Vanessa has a seasoned grasp on the ability to manipulate the world around her through the use of psychic and telekinetic powers. While she can do a bit of it all associated with psionics(moving things with her mind, levitation, force fields, etc), her main focus and interest had always been in that of mind control and domination.Despite the mental focus of her abilties, she's actually not overly intelligent, unless it comes to being cunning and manipulative.
โโบWeakness:
Maintaining several telepathic links at once is very difficult especially in high pressure situations, if she's controlling more than one other person, her awareness drops significantly. So she definitely favors the one-on-one approach over multiple enemies. She's not necessarily a gifted figher herself and is, unsurprisingly, very fragile.
โโบJob: Pianist, Singer โโบLoves:Attention, her creations, recognition โโบFears: Being forgotten, being unrecognized
Vanessa learned to play the piano when she was a toddler and became very involved with music as a creative outlet as a whole. Her psionic prowess slowly began letting itself be known to her as she grew up. It started with murrsmurrs she didn't know the location of. When she told her parents, they immediately knew but opted not to tell her what it was until much later and just let her focus on her creative outlet.
It wasn't until she met with someone who took note of her talent and began speaking to her, hearing his words from his mouth...and his words from elsewhere. After this encounter, she demanded from her parents again and they told her everything.
At first she wouldn't let it alter the course of her life; She had just signed with a local agent, on her path to becoming a local celebrity. She played for her town, listening to the praises given to her thoughtfully and became obsessed with it. She wanted nothing more than to hear the praise and it drove her on. Her talent grew as did her local fame over the next couple years. However, as her growth began to reach its peak, people began to take notice. And from their minds, she didn't hear the praise she wanted. Just poor criticism. And that hurt. And she sought to improve. But no matter the lengths or methods, she just couldn't break from that mold. When her fame and recognition waned away, she felt betrayed and decided to use her powers to get that back. And it worked...but soon she desired more. And what better way to commit crimes and get away with than having someone else do them for you? It started with theft and escalated full blown heists and even a full on take over in one instance. There's no endgame for her...not yet. She simple enjoy the rush of power. If they will not appreciate her, they will -fear- her.
I was born for something greater, I always knew it. Being able to play my first piece on the piano when I was just a toddler was a promising sign and paved an obvious path to being a performer. I impressed my parents, my instructors and most importantly, my peers. They all wanted to be like me, something in me just -knew-. Or maybe it was was the fact I could hear their thoughts. The child I was didn't know that's what it was at the time, just voices in my head that showered me with praise. Damn is this city going to wish they kept doing that.
I wasn't always so cold, so bitter. I used to be a renowned regional star. The biggest places in the cities would hire me on and I'd tickle the ivories for an hour or two and be showered with the praise, the attention and of course, the money was always nice. Sometimes I'd give it back and donate a good portion to the charities. Other times I'd stash it away, to fund my trip for when I could finally leave this place and see my name up in the lights. Sad thing about that really. You'd think with the ability to read minds, I'd have seen it coming. But I didn't.
People wanted for more, they were not satisfied with what I had to offer them, as if my artistic creations weren't a gift themselves. They wanted this new age music, they wanted new sounds. I was more than willing to give it to them, if what they desired wasn't meant for the trash heap. I took cues, I adjusted my playing, my performances, but it was never enough for them. It always had to be what -they- wanted. And they couldn't appreciate the gorgeous startlet they had, pouring her heart out for them. They betrayed me, and it was backstab after backstab, until I finally realized something; why should I cater to them? Why should I be the one to win them over?
No no no. It was they who were unworthy. It is they who should be trying to serve -me-. And so they will...whether they want to or not. Oh this city is filled with weak willed and weak minded. Ready to topple over to a harmonious tune or a pretty face. And I have both. Make way, there's a new queen in town.
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]: Villian [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Psionics[list][list][list]Vanessa has a seasoned grasp on the ability to manipulate the world around her through the use of psychic and telekinetic powers. While she can do a bit of it all associated with psionics(moving things with her mind, levitation, force fields, etc), her main focus and interest had always been in that of mind control and domination.Despite the mental focus of her abilties, she's actually not overly intelligent, unless it comes to being cunning and manipulative.[/list][/list][/list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Weakness[/b][/color]:[list][list][list] Maintaining several telepathic links at once is very difficult especially in high pressure situations, if she's controlling more than one other person, her awareness drops significantly. So she definitely favors the one-on-one approach over multiple enemies. She's not necessarily a gifted figher herself and is, unsurprisingly, very fragile.[/list][/list][/list]
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Job[/b][/color]: Pianist, Singer [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Loves[/b][/color]:Attention, her creations, recognition [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#733BC4][b]Fears[/b][/color]: Being forgotten, being unrecognized
Vanessa learned to play the piano when she was a toddler and became very involved with music as a creative outlet as a whole. Her psionic prowess slowly began letting itself be known to her as she grew up. It started with murrsmurrs she didn't know the location of. When she told her parents, they immediately knew but opted not to tell her what it was until much later and just let her focus on her creative outlet.
It wasn't until she met with someone who took note of her talent and began speaking to her, hearing his words from his mouth...and his words from elsewhere. After this encounter, she demanded from her parents again and they told her everything.
At first she wouldn't let it alter the course of her life; She had just signed with a local agent, on her path to becoming a local celebrity. She played for her town, listening to the praises given to her thoughtfully and became obsessed with it. She wanted nothing more than to hear the praise and it drove her on. Her talent grew as did her local fame over the next couple years. However, as her growth began to reach its peak, people began to take notice. And from their minds, she didn't hear the praise she wanted. Just poor criticism. And that hurt. And she sought to improve. But no matter the lengths or methods, she just couldn't break from that mold. When her fame and recognition waned away, she felt betrayed and decided to use her powers to get that back. And it worked...but soon she desired more. And what better way to commit crimes and get away with than having someone else do them for you? It started with theft and escalated full blown heists and even a full on take over in one instance. There's no endgame for her...not yet. She simple enjoy the rush of power. If they will not appreciate her, they will -fear- her.
[/list][/list][/list][/color][size=20][color=blue]๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] Queen Asylla [/list][/list][/list][/color][color=blue][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] I was born for something greater, I always knew it. Being able to play my first piece on the piano when I was just a toddler was a promising sign and paved an obvious path to being a performer. I impressed my parents, my instructors and most importantly, my peers. They all wanted to be like me, something in me just -knew-. Or maybe it was was the fact I could hear their thoughts. The child I was didn't know that's what it was at the time, just voices in my head that showered me with praise. Damn is this city going to wish they kept doing that.
I wasn't always so cold, so bitter. I used to be a renowned regional star. The biggest places in the cities would hire me on and I'd tickle the ivories for an hour or two and be showered with the praise, the attention and of course, the money was always nice. Sometimes I'd give it back and donate a good portion to the charities. Other times I'd stash it away, to fund my trip for when I could finally leave this place and see my name up in the lights. Sad thing about that really. You'd think with the ability to read minds, I'd have seen it coming. But I didn't.
People wanted for more, they were not satisfied with what I had to offer them, as if my artistic creations weren't a gift themselves. They wanted this new age music, they wanted new sounds. I was more than willing to give it to them, if what they desired wasn't meant for the trash heap. I took cues, I adjusted my playing, my performances, but it was never enough for them. It always had to be what -they- wanted. And they couldn't appreciate the gorgeous startlet they had, pouring her heart out for them. They betrayed me, and it was backstab after backstab, until I finally realized something; why should I cater to them? Why should I be the one to win them over?
No no no. It was they who were unworthy. It is they who should be trying to serve -me-. And so they will...whether they want to or not. Oh this city is filled with weak willed and weak minded. Ready to topple over to a harmonious tune or a pretty face. And I have both. Make way, there's a new queen in town. [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
โโบAllegiance: Hero โโบPowers: Electrokensis and Flight
Electrokenisis- Having the ability to create and use electricity in any capacity. Thunderclap- Producing a soundwave of 'thunder' when powerfully clapping her hands together to push adversaries away. Flight- She has a set of body proportionate wings allowing her to take to the skies, they do fold up against her back when she is not using them.
โโบWeakness:
Electrokenisis- She is a conduit for the electricity and though she can produce it herself, she is susceptible to burns and other electricity-related injuries. Once the electricity is created she is only able to direct it and is unable to maintain complete control of it. Thunderclap- This is the most physically draining power she has. It is created with her own energy. Usually, she is only able to use this once in a single fight and so doesn't show this skill off regularly. Flight- Her wings are just as vulnerable as the rest of her body, they can be broken or damaged. Her bones are slightly more fragile than a typical human, like a real bird, they are hollow to an extent to allow for flight.
โโบJob: Author โโบLoves: Hiking, Helping people, Ham and Pineapple pizza โโบFears: Large bodies of water, Falling to her death, Failure
Both of her parents were once heroes that helped protect the city, known to the public as Silver Starling and BlitzKrieg. Olivia however, was only raised by her mother since her father killed himself a few months before she was born. Her mother made sure her childhood was normal, as normal as she could make. Going as far as retiring from the superhero job entirely which wasn't hard for her considering the turmoil that was starting up. Olivia's powers manifested when she was a young child(with the exception of her wings which had been apart of her since she was born) and her mother did her best to help her learn and control her abilities and keep it quiet around everyone unless her mother said it was okay. It was complicated since she was born with a combination of her parents' abilities. As Olivia grew older her mother would tell her about the various harrowing jobs her father took part in. Olivia never once had to question who her father was as far as a person, she knew he loved her even if he had never physically been in her life after she was born. In school, she learned about some major events that involved heroes and the turning point pushing heroes into hiding.
The day they learned that she went home and asked her mother about the incident learning that her father had been involved but that the blame fell on another hero one by the name of Titan. Olivia was 16 when she learned the full truth. The breaking up of mob bosses. Titan obliterating every mob member in the most gruesome fashion. Her father was unable to handle the fallout and move past the incident thus taking his own life in the end. The only solace she took from learning the truth was that Titan was in jail paying for his crime. She refused to listen to anyone who was telling stories of Titan because there were a number of people that still idolized him. After school, Olivia worked a few different jobs until her writing took off. Five years ago she published her first book and in a stroke of luck the fictional fantasy novel took off gaining attention and eventually became her main source of income allowing her to write a sequel she recently released.
When things started to get worse with villains resurfacing, Olivia felt the draw to go out there and help however she could. She was not the only one either. Right at first, she didn't tell her mother she was apart of the new heroes appearing. It was after one of her appearances that her powers seemed to draw some attention to her; wings and lightning did make an odd pairing. Her mother showed up at her house the next day. She didn't say anything just gave her a set of keys and a passcode. Olivia would later learn it was a key to a storage unit and inside was all the memorabilia her mother had of Silver Starling and BlitzKrieg, including her old Silver Starling suit. It took a number of hours but she eventually emerged with her own superhero get up even taking the name the media had given her, Thunderbird.
Growing up the child of two superheroes really isn't much different than I assume how a normal child would grow up. Of course, I was born after people began turning their backs on all heroes. Since heroes began going into hiding I guess my childhood was more normal than it would have been otherwise. It was easy for my mother to fall off the map she had already taken a leave from that gig. It became even more normal or average with the death of my father. No one bats an eye when seeing a single mother anymore. Just because heroes were outlawed doesn't mean I wasn't trained to the best of my mother's ability. I mean, bless her she was dealing with a kid that only had her ability of flight, the electricity was a challenge.
As every kid did, of course, I heard stories growing up about heroes. My mom kept in touch with some of her fellow colleges so I didn't always have to hide that natural side of me. I was able to be my whole self in a safe environment. Did you know that when you fly it's almost like reverse free diving? I say reverse because it's air versus water. Technically any human's lungs could probably handle the thin air, just like someone climbing Mount Everest you just have to build up that skill of breathing thinner air. Though I guess genetically I'm able to adapt better.
I joined the superhero scene because I was literally built for it. I'm not the only child that came from at least one superhero parent. It's evolution. Chances are the powers that will be inherited by each following generation. I'm not worried about filling anyone's shoes. Silver Starling was her own hero as much as BlitzKrieg was. They cast large shadows but I know I can live up to their expectation. When I'm out there helping people, I feel closer to Blitz. No, I have not met Titan and I have no desire to. Put it this way if he shows up where I'm working, I'll address the problem and then I'll handle him. He ruined more lives than just mine. I'll be more than happy to break my hand on his face if I have to. Jail wasn't a fair punishment for him, he's a god damn tank! I think he should just disappear before he gets someone else killed.
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]: Hero [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Electrokensis and Flight[list][list][list]Electrokenisis- Having the ability to create and use electricity in any capacity. Thunderclap- Producing a soundwave of 'thunder' when powerfully clapping her hands together to push adversaries away. Flight- She has a set of body proportionate wings allowing her to take to the skies, they do fold up against her back when she is not using them.[/list][/list][/list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Weakness[/b][/color]: [list][list][list]Electrokenisis- She is a conduit for the electricity and though she can produce it herself, she is susceptible to burns and other electricity-related injuries. Once the electricity is created she is only able to direct it and is unable to maintain complete control of it. Thunderclap- This is the most physically draining power she has. It is created with her own energy. Usually, she is only able to use this once in a single fight and so doesn't show this skill off regularly. Flight- Her wings are just as vulnerable as the rest of her body, they can be broken or damaged. Her bones are slightly more fragile than a typical human, like a real bird, they are hollow to an extent to allow for flight.[/list][/list][/list]
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Job[/b][/color]: Author [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Loves[/b][/color]: Hiking, Helping people, Ham and Pineapple pizza [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=darkviolet][b]Fears[/b][/color]: Large bodies of water, Falling to her death, Failure
Both of her parents were once heroes that helped protect the city, known to the public as Silver Starling and BlitzKrieg. Olivia however, was only raised by her mother since her father killed himself a few months before she was born. Her mother made sure her childhood was normal, as normal as she could make. Going as far as retiring from the superhero job entirely which wasn't hard for her considering the turmoil that was starting up. Olivia's powers manifested when she was a young child(with the exception of her wings which had been apart of her since she was born) and her mother did her best to help her learn and control her abilities and keep it quiet around everyone unless her mother said it was okay. It was complicated since she was born with a combination of her parents' abilities. As Olivia grew older her mother would tell her about the various harrowing jobs her father took part in. Olivia never once had to question who her father was as far as a person, she knew he loved her even if he had never physically been in her life after she was born. In school, she learned about some major events that involved heroes and the turning point pushing heroes into hiding.
The day they learned that she went home and asked her mother about the incident learning that her father had been involved but that the blame fell on another hero one by the name of Titan. Olivia was 16 when she learned the full truth. The breaking up of mob bosses. Titan obliterating every mob member in the most gruesome fashion. Her father was unable to handle the fallout and move past the incident thus taking his own life in the end. The only solace she took from learning the truth was that Titan was in jail paying for his crime. She refused to listen to anyone who was telling stories of Titan because there were a number of people that still idolized him. After school, Olivia worked a few different jobs until her writing took off. Five years ago she published her first book and in a stroke of luck the fictional fantasy novel took off gaining attention and eventually became her main source of income allowing her to write a sequel she recently released.
When things started to get worse with villains resurfacing, Olivia felt the draw to go out there and help however she could. She was not the only one either. Right at first, she didn't tell her mother she was apart of the new heroes appearing. It was after one of her appearances that her powers seemed to draw some attention to her; wings and lightning did make an odd pairing. Her mother showed up at her house the next day. She didn't say anything just gave her a set of keys and a passcode. Olivia would later learn it was a key to a storage unit and inside was all the memorabilia her mother had of Silver Starling and BlitzKrieg, including her old Silver Starling suit. It took a number of hours but she eventually emerged with her own superhero get up even taking the name the media had given her, Thunderbird.
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=#807aa5][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] Growing up the child of two superheroes really isn't much different than I assume how a normal child would grow up. Of course, I was born after people began turning their backs on all heroes. Since heroes began going into hiding I guess my childhood was more normal than it would have been otherwise. It was easy for my mother to fall off the map she had already taken a leave from that gig. It became even more normal or average with the death of my father. No one bats an eye when seeing a single mother anymore. Just because heroes were outlawed doesn't mean I wasn't trained to the best of my mother's ability. I mean, bless her she was dealing with a kid that only had her ability of flight, the electricity was a challenge.
As every kid did, of course, I heard stories growing up about heroes. My mom kept in touch with some of her fellow colleges so I didn't always have to hide that natural side of me. I was able to be my whole self in a safe environment. Did you know that when you fly it's almost like reverse free diving? I say reverse because it's air versus water. Technically any human's lungs could probably handle the thin air, just like someone climbing Mount Everest you just have to build up that skill of breathing thinner air. Though I guess genetically I'm able to adapt better.
I joined the superhero scene because I was literally built for it. I'm not the only child that came from at least one superhero parent. It's evolution. Chances are the powers that will be inherited by each following generation. I'm not worried about filling anyone's shoes. Silver Starling was her own hero as much as BlitzKrieg was. They cast large shadows but I know I can live up to their expectation. When I'm out there helping people, I feel closer to Blitz. No, I have not met Titan and I have no desire to. Put it this way if he shows up where I'm working, I'll address the problem and then I'll handle him. He ruined more lives than just mine. I'll be more than happy to break my hand on his face if I have to. Jail wasn't a fair punishment for him, he's a god damn tank! I think he should just disappear before he gets someone else killed.
The ability to create, manipulate, transform, and cause/heal any type of illness as small as a common cold and as severe as cancer. He is able to even influence genetic illnesses though he has had very limited practice with that aspect. He is also able to merge existing illnesses into new diseases making things even bigger than 'super bugs'.
โโบWeakness:
Though he is immune to his power, he is a carrier for 24 hours of any disease/illness he creates. When he heals someone of their illness he will become sick but on a very lower scale that of what he healed. For example, if he heals someone's cancer he will be harshly sick for the following few days. As far as infecting people he had to be within a very close distance depending on his choice of contact. He has to at the very least be able to breathe on the person or touch and item said person will come into direct immediate contact with.
โโบJob: Lawyer โโบLoves: Money, Advancing both in work and with his power, Mixing diseases โโบFears: Losing his wealth, dying from a rogue disease
Henrie was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, no doubt about it. His father came from relatively old money and the Tollivers had been lawyers for a few generations as well. They weren't what most 'good' people would consider good lawyers. They could win you a case but the collateral or payments, sometimes both, were much steeper than most thought. Of course, that is simply rumor.
A few years before Henrie was born, his father was one of the many lawyers hired by clients for a number of civil suits against the superheroes that were 'protecting' the city. These lawsuits resulted in the Tolliver family's wealth only to build even higher than it had already been. This allowed Henrie to be waited on, hand and foot since the day he was born. He was his parents' pride and joy. Their heir to a fortune as well as their name. He came into his virokinesis at a young age, it was one other thing that he inherited from his father's side of the family. As soon as his power began to manifest itself he was tutored by his father and others from that side of the family.
Upon graduating high school his parents put him through law school. Henrie was more than happy to follow the family tradition of being a lawyer. When he graduated from college and passed his bar exam, he joined his family's law firm studying personally under his father. During this time Henrie was let in on the family secret. How they managed to make plenty of money on their cases. The virokinesis was a tool the family used against clients to guarantee that their fees were paid. For the right price, they could even be bribed into helping their clients out of charges if that was something they needed. things remained this way until Henrie was a year into his law career. He had a full grip on how the law firm was run. Two years ago, very suddenly his father passed away from cancer as did his mother a week later. The doctors were baffled how the couple not only had the same kind of cancer but also how quickly it grew beyond anything doctors could do about it. With the sudden tragic death of his parents, Henrie inherited his family's fortune as well as the law firm at the young age of 25.
I've been lucky, no doubt about it. I was lucky enough to be born into this family. I've had money to my name since before I was born and the greatest power anyone could ask for. This is nearly as close to playing God as someone can get. That power, knowing you can choose to save or kill someone, it's intoxicating. Now, personally, I wouldn't go as far as calling myself a villain. Do I manipulate people and threaten them with something I was genetically gifted with? Yes. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. When you really look at it and peel back all the layers am I much different than any salesman. I don't think so. I just use what I was given to my advantage.
My parents' deaths were tragic and horribly coincidental. I know that some in the family's most inner circle are suspicious. The problem is, none of them can prove any of their suspicions. There have always been rumors that circulate about my family of course. Not a single one has been proven. Unfortunately for those that tried. By a stroke of fate, I have been given the weight of the family business so young. I feel confident that I can carry on the family legacy without much problem.
My views on the heroes reentering the public's view? Well, my father had always thought that there should, at the very least be a specific task force within the police or even military that employs those of similar skill sets as the heroes. Average everyday cops don't stand a chance. My father saw a number of clients back in the day for wrongful deaths and injuries suits. He said the best thing that could have happened was the public make an example of the heroes who were so high and mighty. Saving the day at the expense of the city and her people. I have to say I agree with my father and if these 'heroes' are wanting to start back up, then the city needs to deploy a task force to protect the city and keep the heroes in line. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered filing papers to implore the city to look out for her people. The heroes only want their faces on the big screens again. Their egos begging for the attention, citizens be damned.
I understand that I may sound contradictory. Dragging heroes while having the gift of a power myself. THere's a difference between me and the heroes. I use my power for personal reasons. Again I know most people may think that makes me a terrible person but when you really think about it. I could easily bring the city to its knees without lifting much more than a finger. There wouldn't be property damage and though there would be casualties is there really anything wrong with population control?
[imgleft]https://i.imgur.com/DhXAUIl.jpg[/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=#629632][size=20]๐น๐ธ๐๐[b]โ [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Name[/b][/color]: Henrie Michael Tolliver [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Alias[/b][/color]: Plague [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Age[/b][/color]: Twenty-Seven [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Sex[/b][/color]: Male [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Gender[/b][/color]: Masculine
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]: Villain [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Virokinesis[list][list][list] The ability to create, manipulate, transform, and cause/heal any type of illness as small as a common cold and as severe as cancer. He is able to even influence genetic illnesses though he has had very limited practice with that aspect. He is also able to merge existing illnesses into new diseases making things even bigger than 'super bugs'.[/list][/list][/list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Weakness[/b][/color]: [list][list][list]Though he is immune to his power, he is a carrier for 24 hours of any disease/illness he creates. When he heals someone of their illness he will become sick but on a very lower scale that of what he healed. For example, if he heals someone's cancer he will be harshly sick for the following few days. As far as infecting people he had to be within a very close distance depending on his choice of contact. He has to at the very least be able to breathe on the person or touch and item said person will come into direct immediate contact with.[/list][/list][/list]
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Job[/b][/color]: Lawyer [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Loves[/b][/color]: Money, Advancing both in work and with his power, Mixing diseases [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#8ba870][b]Fears[/b][/color]: Losing his wealth, dying from a rogue disease
Henrie was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, no doubt about it. His father came from relatively old money and the Tollivers had been lawyers for a few generations as well. They weren't what most 'good' people would consider good lawyers. They could win you a case but the collateral or payments, sometimes both, were much steeper than most thought. Of course, that is simply rumor.
A few years before Henrie was born, his father was one of the many lawyers hired by clients for a number of civil suits against the superheroes that were 'protecting' the city. These lawsuits resulted in the Tolliver family's wealth only to build even higher than it had already been. This allowed Henrie to be waited on, hand and foot since the day he was born. He was his parents' pride and joy. Their heir to a fortune as well as their name. He came into his virokinesis at a young age, it was one other thing that he inherited from his father's side of the family. As soon as his power began to manifest itself he was tutored by his father and others from that side of the family.
Upon graduating high school his parents put him through law school. Henrie was more than happy to follow the family tradition of being a lawyer. When he graduated from college and passed his bar exam, he joined his family's law firm studying personally under his father. During this time Henrie was let in on the family secret. How they managed to make plenty of money on their cases. The virokinesis was a tool the family used against clients to guarantee that their fees were paid. For the right price, they could even be bribed into helping their clients out of charges if that was something they needed. things remained this way until Henrie was a year into his law career. He had a full grip on how the law firm was run. Two years ago, very suddenly his father passed away from cancer as did his mother a week later. The doctors were baffled how the couple not only had the same kind of cancer but also how quickly it grew beyond anything doctors could do about it. With the sudden tragic death of his parents, Henrie inherited his family's fortune as well as the law firm at the young age of 25.
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=#629632][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] I've been lucky, no doubt about it. I was lucky enough to be born into this family. I've had money to my name since before I was born and the greatest power anyone could ask for. This is nearly as close to playing God as someone can get. That power, knowing you can choose to save or kill someone, it's intoxicating. Now, personally, I wouldn't go as far as calling myself a villain. Do I manipulate people and threaten them with something I was genetically gifted with? Yes. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe. When you really look at it and peel back all the layers am I much different than any salesman. I don't think so. I just use what I was given to my advantage.
My parents' deaths were tragic and horribly coincidental. I know that some in the family's most inner circle are suspicious. The problem is, none of them can prove any of their suspicions. There have always been rumors that circulate about my family of course. Not a single one has been proven. Unfortunately for those that tried. By a stroke of fate, I have been given the weight of the family business so young. I feel confident that I can carry on the family legacy without much problem.
My views on the heroes reentering the public's view? Well, my father had always thought that there should, at the very least be a specific task force within the police or even military that employs those of similar skill sets as the heroes. Average everyday cops don't stand a chance. My father saw a number of clients back in the day for wrongful deaths and injuries suits. He said the best thing that could have happened was the public make an example of the heroes who were so high and mighty. Saving the day at the expense of the city and her people. I have to say I agree with my father and if these 'heroes' are wanting to start back up, then the city needs to deploy a task force to protect the city and keep the heroes in line. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't considered filing papers to implore the city to look out for her people. The heroes only want their faces on the big screens again. Their egos begging for the attention, citizens be damned.
I understand that I may sound contradictory. Dragging heroes while having the gift of a power myself. THere's a difference between me and the heroes. I use my power for personal reasons. Again I know most people may think that makes me a terrible person but when you really think about it. I could easily bring the city to its knees without lifting much more than a finger. There wouldn't be property damage and though there would be casualties is there really anything wrong with population control? [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
โโบAllegiance:Villain โโบPowers: Solarkenisis /Pyrokenisis โโบWeakness: Absolute darkness stops his solar manipulation but other than that he can be hurt and killed like anyone else.
โโบJob: โโบLoves: Destruction, drinking, dogs, chaos, sushi โโบFears: being powerless, being humiliated on a large scale, drowning or large bodies of water in general
Hasan was born in a small village in Turkey and he doesn't remember much of those days. His parents immigrated while he was still young but he remembers the names he used to get called by other children, how some adults would even spit at him. He set his first fire when he was still in elementary school. He burnt the school down. It was ruled as an accident, after all it was just some half running school in a district known for its poverty. It scared him as a child and as he grew, bouncing from foster homes to foster homes he developed a taste, almost need for getting in trouble. It wasn't just small things. He would push others until they struck him, beating him. He surged out punishment instead of using his powers, trying to be the upstanding citizen others wanted him to be.
Hasan was nineteen when he first murdered someone on purpose. He had been walking home with his boyfriend of the time when they were jumped and assaulted for simply holding hands. He watched, calling out as he wasn't his boyfriend get hit over and over. He had tried to pull the guys off with no luck, he was weak. He was the only one to walk away that day, leaving the attackers and his already dead companion in a pile of smoldering ashes. It was like something clicked in his head that day. he had watched the light leave their eyes, their screams bringing a smile to his face. He truly knew power at that moment.
Hasan started small, doing his best to make his fires seem natural, or even just some firebug on the loose. He started searching out for others, any one who would take what they wanted from the world just as he had. He has had some partners here and then, who he has ultimately killed for irritating him in some way or another. He has seen death and has a vision to see the world burn as he believes it deserves to.
They tell children the are special, but you know only a handful of people are really special. It really is a disservice to those poor pathetic children who will grow to have no power, not even influence, in their adult lives. You breed a certain arrogance in them. That's my favorite thing to watch burn. People who are so arrogant and full of themselves. I set a spark, let it burn slowly as I watch hem realize they aren't special, they are truly nothing. That is what power is, watching the light leave another, knowing it was because of me.
I don't need recognition, I don't need fear. Sure its a sweet taste left on the tongue when I come across someone who is truly afraid of me, but I could care less about these sad powerless things. They deserve to burn, the world needs to burn and a new world with those gift with powers can take over. I search for others who share my view, sure. I am not afraid to kill, in fact I get satisfaction from it, seek the destruction.
What I would truly love, is to watch all the supers see the destruction. It's one thing to kill those annoying self righteous pricks, but forcing one to watch the death I caused, before taking care of them, that's a true high.
[imgleft]https://i.ibb.co/y0n9GYf/Hasan.jpg[/imgleft] [list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list][list] [color=#800517][size=20]๐น๐ธ๐๐[b]โ [color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Name[/b][/color]: Hasan Deniz Terzi [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Alias[/b][/color]: Has , Apollo [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Age[/b][/color]: Thirty-two [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Sex[/b][/color]: Male [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Gender[/b][/color]: Masculine
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Allegiance[/b][/color]:Villain [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Powers[/b][/color]: Solarkenisis /Pyrokenisis [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Weakness[/b][/color]: Absolute darkness stops his solar manipulation but other than that he can be hurt and killed like anyone else.
[size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Job[/b][/color]: [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Loves[/b][/color]: Destruction, drinking, dogs, chaos, sushi [size=13]โโบ[/size][color=#ff0000][b]Fears[/b][/color]: being powerless, being humiliated on a large scale, drowning or large bodies of water in general
Hasan was born in a small village in Turkey and he doesn't remember much of those days. His parents immigrated while he was still young but he remembers the names he used to get called by other children, how some adults would even spit at him. He set his first fire when he was still in elementary school. He burnt the school down. It was ruled as an accident, after all it was just some half running school in a district known for its poverty. It scared him as a child and as he grew, bouncing from foster homes to foster homes he developed a taste, almost need for getting in trouble. It wasn't just small things. He would push others until they struck him, beating him. He surged out punishment instead of using his powers, trying to be the upstanding citizen others wanted him to be.
Hasan was nineteen when he first murdered someone on purpose. He had been walking home with his boyfriend of the time when they were jumped and assaulted for simply holding hands. He watched, calling out as he wasn't his boyfriend get hit over and over. He had tried to pull the guys off with no luck, he was weak. He was the only one to walk away that day, leaving the attackers and his already dead companion in a pile of smoldering ashes. It was like something clicked in his head that day. he had watched the light leave their eyes, their screams bringing a smile to his face. He truly knew power at that moment.
Hasan started small, doing his best to make his fires seem natural, or even just some firebug on the loose. He started searching out for others, any one who would take what they wanted from the world just as he had. He has had some partners here and then, who he has ultimately killed for irritating him in some way or another. He has seen death and has a vision to see the world burn as he believes it deserves to.
[/list][/list][/list][/color][size=20][color=#800517]๐ป๐๐ผ๐๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] PANIC all the time
[/list][/list][/list][/color][color=#800517][size=20]๐[b]โ[/b]๐๐ผ[b]โ[/b]๐๐๐ผ๐ [b][color=black]โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ[/color][/b][/size][/color][color=black][list][list][list] They tell children the are special, but you know only a handful of people are really special. It really is a disservice to those poor pathetic children who will grow to have no power, not even influence, in their adult lives. You breed a certain arrogance in them. That's my favorite thing to watch burn. People who are so arrogant and full of themselves. I set a spark, let it burn slowly as I watch hem realize they aren't special, they are truly nothing. That is what power is, watching the light leave another, knowing it was because of me.
I don't need recognition, I don't need fear. Sure its a sweet taste left on the tongue when I come across someone who is truly afraid of me, but I could care less about these sad powerless things. They deserve to burn, the world needs to burn and a new world with those gift with powers can take over. I search for others who share my view, sure. I am not afraid to kill, in fact I get satisfaction from it, seek the destruction.
What I would truly love, is to watch all the supers see the destruction. It's one thing to kill those annoying self righteous pricks, but forcing one to watch the death I caused, before taking care of them, that's a true high. [/list][/list][/list][/color][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list][/list]
