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Name: Evander Harrington

Alias: Nimbus

Gender: Male

Age: Late-20s

Alignment: Hero

Specializations: Flight, Emits Healing aura that works incredibly fast at regenerating damaged body matter based on number of people around him

Physical Description: Caucasian skin pigmentation, Medium build, Taller than average, Chiseled muscle definition, Dark-brown irises, Short and wavy black hair, Handsome and groomed appearance for most of the time

Personality Description: A humanistic, logical young man. He is confident in his own abilities and strives to maintain an optimistic, positive outlook on life despite having such an dark childhood. He aspires to be able to help all people, as doctors were his idols when he was growing and developing. Evander loves humor and patterns, and enjoys identifying complex ideas with simpler concepts that are dumbed down for himself and for others. He is a natural instructor, and a loyal friend. Evander is faithful to bits and pieces of all religions, addressing psalms and lessons from a variety of theocratic sources like an avid believer. However, his alignment to a single faith is cloudy. He isn't very athletic, but he does enjoy staying in shape and eating right. He's responsible and well-mannered, and can also be outgoing. He has decent self-defense skills.

Backstory: Evander discovered he could heal people by being around them when he volunteered to assist with the elderly or the ill during his youth. Flight came as a surprise to him, as he had fallen from the roof of a community church and discovered that he could glide or hover in the air. The force of his weight on his body was soon rectified, as Evander learned to control his flight in secret from his close companions.

Other: His costume is a spandex suit decorated with soft leather body armor, with contoured kevlar padding and miniature reinforcements covering his body's joints and other areas. His gloves are finger-less, and there is a sizable, golden colored circle attached to his outfit's upper back. It lights up when he activates his healing aura. Evander wears a full helmet as well as a face-mask. His outfit is colored mostly dark-blue, with light gray compliments and highlights. Solid gold stripes asymmetrically cover the left portion of his chest and part of his shoulder. Additionally, Evander wears large amber goggles that are attached to his face-mask. His ears have small, thick white circles going around them. These both flash up with color corresponding to Evander's current psychological stress. Green is nominal, Yellow is strained, and Red signifies severe trauma or unconsciousness.

 

Name: Sunday Beasley

Age: Early-teens

Gender: Male

Alias: None

Power: Sunday's body can transform into extremely tough ultraviolet crystal, which enhances his strength and makes him very resistant to psychological trauma

Affiliation: Neutral

Physical Appearance: Sunday is of average height, and his body possesses a toned teenage physique. He has Caucasian skin, which is mostly hairless, smooth, and blemish-free. Sunday has naturally messy hair of short length that he dyes white. He has an unremarkable face, aside from his irises: Both eyes have extremely curious cases of secular heterochromia, where there are more than one pigmentation present in the irises. In Sunday's case, he appears to have a glossy rainbow iris for each eye.

"Super" Appearance: Sunday's entire body becomes transformed into his full crystal form. His skin has a smooth luster, but is hard due to his transformed matter composition. His musculature's smooth contours and indents become hard angles and geometric slants or lines. He continues to wear the clothing he had on before transforming, but the ultraviolet glow of his super-human self causes the fabric of his clothing to become emphasized by the glow.

Personality: Sunday is a bright, cheery guy who is a social animal, but isn't rowdy or too obsessive. He is aimless, despite being more than adequate at athletics. He's smart, but not witty or artistically gifted - however he enjoys having friends who do possess these talents. Sunday is very determined to learn things if he becomes interested in them, and seldom forgets something. He's polite and friendly, enjoys writing to music, and has an eye for details.

Backstory: Sunday was born to a single father, who went through numerous girlfriends and moved many times, never truly finding a satisfactory place to settle down. Eventually, his father decided that roaming the country on his own was his true calling in life, and left Sunday alone in Alpha City without much concern for the welfare of his son. He appeared to trust in Sunday's proper morals and ethical sense, but the teenager was still able to succumb to the sex, alcohol, and petty crime of the neighborhood. As of now, Sunday juggles his life between school, and trying to stay above the ocean of bad decisions he hastily made after his father left him alone with exorbitant amounts of money. He pays all the bills, buys his own groceries, cleans the apartment by himself, and handles tough decisions or responsibilities with no one close-by to his heart to assist him. Sunday has a lot of free-time, as he isn't surrounded by much technology and doesn't pro-actively try to invest himself into obtaining new technology. Sunday has only used his powers a few times beforehand, most of the time in a turbulent fight where he was badly outnumbered and in unfamiliar territory. He is not so well versed in his powers, and uses them for the raw strength they provide.

 

Name: Unknown

Age: Speculated to be late twenties

Gender: Female

Alias: Sin Shaman

Power: Magic (includes Solid Soul Manipulation, a small variety of Destruction Spells, Minor conjuration of Imp minions), Ability to communicate with Ghosts or other Spirits and Wraiths

Affiliation: Villain

Physical Appearance: Sin Shaman is a curvaceous and taller than average woman who wears an entirely black light armor set similar to spandex. Designs of carved leather, colored a dull gray shade, are layered onto her armor to emphasize the shape of her modest musculature, while also being elastic enough to comfortably contour onto her figure's sexy physique. Underneath her torso armor is a broad, lightly pigmented scar which runs from beneath her throat and down to her pelvis. The scar is long but narrow and has jagged edges. On her head is a face-mask of breathable, soft fabric as well as a thick hood adorned with winding, silver designs. Her jet-black hair is of medium length, and is styled into messy and thick bangs of wavy locks. Sin Shaman's eyes are odd, as her sclera are a glossy black while her irises are a bold and enticing amber color. A unique feature about her body is that below her mid-thigh, are a pair of ethereal legs. Sin Shaman has silvery colored, slightly transparent legs of solid magical energy instead of flesh and bone. These legs behave like natural limbs, and Sin Shaman is so comfortable with them that she feels as if they are extensions of her own body.

"Super" Appearance: Same as her physical appearance. When she uses her soul chain-saw ability, the scar on her torso glows a burning white and the woman's volatile mass of a soul comes a bit out from her body in direction-less and lightning fast spasms. She also uses a staff of white metal, tipped with an emerald green orb encased in the fancy, torch-like mouth of the staff.

Personality: Sin Shaman is a confident, wise, and shadowy villain who is unafraid to kill or steal to achieve her personal goals. She has committed crimes beforehand, and is a manipulator. However, Sin Shaman also shows quite human tendencies of affection and trust, especially to her servant Wisp.

Backstory: Sin Shaman is very knowledgeable in the mystical arts and the occult. Not much is known about her past or her real identity. She one day appeared in Alpha City and established a series of magically protected hideouts that can only be accessed by unlocking the spiritual energy mechanisms which safe-guard her homes. Sin Shaman is fond of money and jewels, and thieves to amass her fortune.

 

Name: Unknown

Age: Early twenties

Gender: Female

Alias: Wisp

Power: Ghost body (Hovering/Floating, Freedom from basic human needs, Intangibility), Mild Telekinesis

Affiliation: Neutral

Physical Appearance: Wisp has the pale blue and slightly transparent body of a physically fit human female. Her clothing is a loose robe made of silky white, spectral fabric which always appears to be slipping off of her figure. Wisp has a good-looking face of soft, well proportioned contours and a womanly bone-structure. Her thin lips are light blue in color like the skin of her face, her delicately angled eyebrows and her flowing, lengthy hair are colored milky white. Wisps's pupil-less eyes have sclera that glow purple.

"Super" Appearance: Same as her usual appearance. However sometimes she becomes intangible, which makes her body become outlined by dark-blue curves.

Personality: Wisp is mostly quiet and very perceptive. She obeys her mistress's commands diligently and dutifully. Wisp used to be a free spirited girl who was quite sociable and friendly, but her death was a jarring experience that changed her into an introvert. Her sense of humor and wisdom compliment the nice aspects of her personality, but she is quick to anger and is unafraid to cut all ties with someone, aside from her mistress.

Backstory: Wisp is a bound ghost-servant to Sin Shaman. The magically adept witch managed to force Wisp's soul from moving on, and instead harnessed the young woman's life-force into the spectral appearance of Wisp's physical body. Sin Shaman has not revealed to Wisp the truth behind her death, but Wisp knows that it was so violent that her physical body had virtually been deleted from existence to the intensity of its destruction. Wisp is proud and glad to serve Sin Shaman, and does not have any regrets about being stuck as a spirit. She still has the capacity to behave like a human being and do certain human activities, even though there is no real need for them. Wisp regards Sin Shaman with great respect, and is a good friend and servant to the woman.

 

Name: Alexis Enterriano

Age: Early-teens

Gender: Female

Alias: Outlook

Power: Ability to create natural solid energy and discharge spikes of energy bolts as projectiles from her limbs

Affiliation: Hero

Physical Appearance: Above average height, Dancer's body physique, Blemish free and fair pigmented skin complemented with shades of a tan hue, Good-looking face with bold green eyes that have an inner ring of brown around her pupils, Blonde hair styled into a medium-length bob with forwards bangs swept to one side of her face

"Super" Appearance: Tight athletic clothing is her first layer, covering her undergarments are a two-piece suit of tight, glossy cyan colored rubber. She wears a blue domino mask and a thin, lengthy scarf of crimson color that hides most of her lower-face from view. She wears a pair of heavy greaves and reinforced gauntlets and has large satchels that she uses to carry things attached to sides of both of her thighs. She is also a wicked long-boarder.

Personality: Alexis maintains a prim and proper, complacent demeanor in her social life when she is actually a fearless and manipulative badass. The girl is feisty, but not head-strong or foolish enough to pick conflicts where she knows she cannot make a point. She is a very eloquent speaker with a wide vocabulary, but she only uses more advanced wordage when she is front of people she does not want to reveal her true, casual self to. Alexis is quite a fan of sports, and is known to be amiable with the guys and girls of her community very well. Alexis is also a brave, selfless individual who enjoys the thrill of taking action and the goodness of helping others who cannot help themselves, hence her decision to become a hero.

Backstory: Alexis was the daughter of a dancer and a corporate worker. One side of her life was full of extreme life, creative energy, and the freedom of expressing herself through dance. The other side was demanding, practical skills and knowledge that her mature self would come to utilize in the future in order to make a solid living. Becoming the best she could be at both worlds, Alexis was a real go-getter that made her parents proud. When she discovered her powers, Alexis trained herself to implement her acrobatic dancing with combat while honing her skills as a hero who could handle pressure, think quick on her feet, and respect authority.

Edited by Shmuser Name, 17 April 2015 - 10:09 PM.

[Diabolical Rhapsody]

Oleander

 

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Theme:  Smooth and Sassy.

Name:  Dr. Volante Vivianne Venturi.

Age: 34

Alias: Oleander

Sex:  Femme

Alignment: Neutral Evil

 

Bio:  Growing up, Volante's childhood was painfully normal. Her family treated it as a curiosity for a time to indulge her before carrying on with the daily grind. Having left their native homeland to come make a living in the land of opportunities, she was drilled from a very young age to become the best. Not in swindling, nor in thuggery like her cousins from the lands of Sicily. Her father had broken all ties from his criminal family to go earn a decent living. 

 

But you can't turn away your ancestry, your innate talent. She was born to be on the pinnacle of the criminal world not grind herself into dust with working hard to make someone else rich. Though she loved her father a lot she couldn't keep up with his expectations after last tour of the middle east. Her talents were going to waste as she was idling away her short life in the field treating open wounds and bleeding men. She felt no pride or fear of being in a literal hell only sorrow, seeing the young being sacrificed for whims of the old. Then she turned twenty five and something weird happened. She found that other than her uncanny intellect, she could manipulate metal. Initially, she thought that it was a hallucination. She had been in blasts and shrapnel for too long, treating grievously injured and nearly dead at the expense of herself. It was just her mind playing tricks on her, the toll of duty. She slept in but the visions didn't go for two weeks and after treating another hit convoy, she noticed that dreams were indeed real.

 

She survived an ambush. Not a bullet within her personal space. It was like the movies, like the Matrix!, she was indeed like Neo but still her fellow brother-in-arms were falling. Somehow she survived and then she grew distant. The hold of life loosening on her, she craved the rush she felt and for that she could no longer be in the Force.

 

She returned home, took retirement and started her practice and all went along as before. Normal, painfully normal. There was no high, no rush of adrenaline, no fear of death and none of being caught. So when the opportunity presented itself to go visit her ancestral land, she decided to turn a new leaf in her life.

 

She rekindled links with her uncle who was thrilled to learn of her powers and got involved in her first job. A bank heist, it was good fun for the first few times. The bars parted ways to allow easy entry, the vault opened to her will and her cousins enjoyed a safe outing but it quickly got stale. The family got too secured and content. So she moved back to her home.

 

Restarted practice to keep up appearance and then began slowly descending into sadistic pleasure. God had already gained notoreity, she had a target now, something to aim for. A new high unlike any other, to go past the mark of God. A billion!, no small number but her determination is strong.

 

 First it was simple kidnapping and torture which slowly deteriorated to highway murders, she went along the highways giving people free rides, getting to know them and then putting them to sleep.

 

Slowly, the adrenaline stopped from them so she took it to another level. She marked areas of interest and then began hunting in the area till the papers were filled with only her exploits before changing places. Though she did all this, yet she never achieved the infamy she desired. Yes, the local papers covered her extensively, the national papers were slowly taking note of a pattern and began publishing half findings but still internationally she was nothing but a blip. 

 

So she decided to make a name in the most infamous city of them all, Alpha City. Finding a vacancy in Kensington General Hospital in district 13, she decided to move shop for perhaps the last time. Her numbers are still low, the magical Billion is nothing more than a footnote. With just 2367 kills under her belt, she is a nobody but with each sunrise comes new opportunity and what better place than Alpha City. Let the reign of blood begin.

 

Normal Appearance: She likes to dress sharply when not in her usual labcoat. She has a big collection of fine Italian suits in Greys and Blues. She loves wearing big checks, corsets, top hats and flats.

 

"Super" Appearance: None. "Don't real demons hide in plain sight."

 

Aspiration:  To go in the annals of history as the vilest and the worst killers of all time. To Rival God.

 

Power/Talent:  Metalokinesis, ability to manipulate any metal as long it shares the basic characteristics of metals. Namely density and releasing protons.

 

Other: 

- Has the words "Mora Certa" tattooed on her Adam's apple. There are words "Hora Incerta" tattooed on her nape. 

- Her Back has a massive tattoo of Tengu-slaying Buddha.

- Has 23 stars tattooed over her left breast in memory of the ones she failed to protect in active duty.

- Has her dog tags tattooed on her left bicep and the tattoo of her squad on her right with the nickname "War Dogs"

- Is a member of Voice of Veterans, Veterans with Disabilities, America's Darlings and For the Brave. All organisations looking after the rehabilitation of officers and soldiers who have survived heinous war injuries and as well as taking care of the family of the brave brothers who died in line of the duty. She gives free check-ups to soldiers both Ex-army or In service ones. She also undertakes surgeries and procedures for free.

- Donates 30% of her earnings to these organisations.

- Fiance of Lt. Col Graham "Razor" Gunn, currently posted in Western Africa.

- Was responsible for the exterminations of Senators of Michigan and North Carolina, both vocal advocates of reduced army funding and lesser expenditure on soldiers. They are her only high profile murders till date.

 

Relationships: 

 

- Sgt. Mikayla Cabonera: Her friend from her army days, they share a fun relation, often finding peace in each others company. Currently posted in Middle East.

 

- Gun. Sgt. James "Eagle-eye" Guerrero: Another friend from her squad. They have a brother-sister relation because Vivianne is the same age as his elder sister. Is a joker and loves playing pranks. Currently posted in Middle East.

 

- Maj. Emile Blackstone: Know each other after she saved his life after responding to a call of backup and support. Is a very well read, skeptic man with a hint of stoicism in him. Was a major influence on her for considering leaving active duty and serve those who are no longer fit for duty.

 

- Lt. Col Graham "Razor" Gunn: The current second in charge of 2nd Battalion 7th Marines and the love of her life. Currently posted in Western Africa.

 

- Natasha Noira Venturi-Gunn: Her four year daughter and probably the only one she loves more than Graham. 

 

[Fatal Blood]

Dynamo

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Name:Carson Edgar Renfield
Age:22
Gender:Male
Alias:Dynamo

Power: Electrical Generation-He can make electricity with his body, but it burns a lot of calories so he gets tired quickly. Electrical Storage-He can hold an electric charge in his body, but he can't hold a very large amount and he can't hold it for very long. Electrical Channeling- He has the ability to move currents of electricity through his body, but he can't handle a large amount of it, or for very long.
Affiliation: Hero

Theme: Bloodrocuted

Physical Appearance:

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He's a pretty average looking guy that is a little on the thin side, since he burns calories with his power. He tends to dress in a T-shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans, unless the weather is rough out, then he'll put on a jacket or something.
"Super" Appearance: He puts on a hoodie and ties a scarf around his face. He's working on a better one.
Personality:A quiet and serious guy, that hates to see needless suffering. While he may hate to see suffering, he doesn't really care all that much for people, nor is he an animal person. The only kind a people he tends to like are those that are innocent and happy, thus he tries the help children and young animals before anyone else. He likes to relax by listening to metal.
Back-story:Carson was 13 when his powers manifested themselves. One might think that Carson had been serious since he was young, but they would be wrong. The way in which Carson discovered his powers is a secret that he hopes will never be known to anyone.

 

He was at home alone, which was a common happening in the Renfield house, and Carson had just seen a comedy where a man was thrown across the room by putting a fork in a power socket. He thought it was funny, but also stupid, because there was no way that would happen if you put a fork in an outlet, right? Carson decided that the best way to prove this was to do exactly what he had just seen on T.V., though he knew his parents would call him an idiot, like they usually do.

 

As you may have imagined, the test didn't go as he had thought it would, which in hindsight is a good thing. Carson felt the electricity race up his arm and fill him with the odd sensation of raw energy dancing through his body. As he sat there holding the fork, he couldn't help but to laugh at the movie he had been watching. Not only had they gotten the part about him being thrown across the room wrong, but they made it seem like putting a fork in a socket could actually hurt you. Well they did get the weird flickering lights right, so at least they weren't completely ignorant.

 

His amusement would have gone on longer if his parents hadn't come home then. He quickly pulled out the fork and made his way back to the couch to watch the movie. He put the fork between the cushions and tried to be really quiet. He hoped that his parents wouldn't come into the living room and yell at him for know reason. Not only did being yelled at scare and anger him, but for some reason he was starting to feel pretty bad. He felt like he had just eaten something really spice then gone for a mile long run on a hot summer afternoon. As he was wondering what was wrong with him, his parents walked in, and they looked angry about something.

 

He was trying to listen to the nonsense thing they were angry about this time, but he was have a hard enough time not throwing up. Carson hoped that they sent him to his room soon, otherwise he was going to puke in the living room. If he puked right now, not only would he lose it all over the couch and on the rug, but his parents were so close to him, that they would probably get it on them too. He knew that as mad as they already are (he didn't know over what), that if threw up too, then they would beat him again, and he really didn't want that.  As his parents kept yelling at him, he struggled to keep it down, but he felt himself losing control and then threw up.

 

Unfortunately for his parents, though maybe not for Carson, it wasn't vomit that they were hit with. They were hit with electricity, a lot of it, so much in fact, that they didn't just get some minor or severe injures. Hmm, what's a good way to describe this, have you ever microwaved a hotdog too long? It was kind of like that, except with more blistering, and their eyes sort of exploded. They also proved Carson wrong, as they were thrown across the room by the shock.

 

Luckily for Carson, he didn't see any of this, since he blacked out the second the electricity left his body. Unluckily for Carson, the electricity didn't just turn his parents into fried chicken(Yes I know that's not how you make fried chicken), but it had also set the house on fire, and if you remember what I just said, he's currently less than able to escape the house.

 

When he finally came to, he was in the hospital and he was sore, though not from burns as it turns out. You see when you release a large amount of electricity from your body and it kills your parents then sets the house on fire, people tend to hear it. Of the people in the neighborhood that heard it, the one that showed up first was actually a fireman, that just happened to be his neighbor. When he saw the smoke he immediately broke down the door and ran in to see if anybody needed help. When he got to the smoke filled living room he was hit with the smell of burn flesh, and he ran in to see if there was anyone alive. Running in he tripped over the corpses of Carson`s parents, and landed hard on the couch, which is why Carson was so sore, because as you remember, Carson was on the couch first. Not only did a big man land on him, but there just so happened to be a fork between the cushions that had been pulled ouch-y side up due to the electricity.

 

When the doctors found that he was awake, they called in Carson`s Uncle Howard, who was his only known relative. His Uncle had always been a little bit coarse when it came to other people, so gave it to Carson straight. His parents were dead and he was going to live with his Uncle from know on. These things were a surprise to Carson, but not unwelcome ones. He had hated his parents, and he loved his Uncle Howard, who was actually a nice, loving individual once you got to know him. Carson was pretty happy about what had happened, because not only was his Uncle Howard a great guy, but so was his Aunt Audrey, and his cousins were okay. He had to act like he was sad about his parents deaths, but he was really quite happy about it, though it would be years before he realized he was the one that had actually killed his parents.

 

One of the things that really caught Carson off guard, was when a lawyer came to see him about his inheritance. Carson found out that his parents had been low on money, not because they hadn't earned any, but because they had spent all of it on things, and one of those things just happened to be insurance. Life insurance and homeowners insurance, and he was the sole beneficiary to the pay-outs of these policies, though he wouldn't be able to access them until he turned eighteen. When he turned eighteen he left his Uncles house and moved to the city, though he had enjoyed staying there, he felt he should leave and find his own path in life. He could have gone to a small piece of land that his parents had bought out in the country and that he had inherited, but he wasn't that interested in the country life, he wanted the hustle and bustle of the city.

 

He lived somewhat lavishly for the first year in his penthouse, but felt that he was starting to be to much like his parents when it came to money. He moved out of his high-end penthouse and into a modest apartment. He spent the next two years working odd jobs and trying to find his calling in life. By now he had realized that he had superpowers and that the freak electrical surge that had killed his parents had been him, but he didn't really feel bad about it. Having rediscovered his powers(He touched a live wire while working one of his odd jobs), he practiced a little with the, but never really put that much time into them since he didn't think he could that much with them.

 

That all changed when he heard about the rise of people that called themselves superheroes. He knew that it was what he wanted to do, no, it what he was meant to do. Not only did he have powers, but the first time he ever used them was by accident and they had saved him from a terrible childhood. He decided that he was going to train for a year, then he was going to make his hero debut, but then he found out that heroes actually work for the government and that it was a job.

 

His hands got clammy, because he was not very good at job interviews, and this one was really important. Well if he trains really hard for the rest of the year and gets all kinds of strong, then they'll have to take him, right? Right?

 

[Orcraniil]

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^Super Apperance (without mask)^

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Name: Raulin Crucis

Age: 22

Gender: Male

 

Alias: Acrux

Power: "Child of Light"

• Acrux can summon three orbs of light that he controls independently, though intense concentration is required to maximize their effectiveness. The Orbs can also not change from one type of ability/spell to another quickly or smoothly.
  • Gungnir - One of the orbs of light launches forward as a spear with moderate penetrative power, and speed, but no ability to change direction and can't be recovered until it strikes a surface or surpasses it's max range.
  • Aegis - An orb flattens out into a small disc and can be used to block/deflect ranged and melee attacks to a certain degree.
  • Quetzalcoatl - An orb splits into two smaller orbs and attaches to the bottom of Acrux's shoes, allowing him to skim along the ground and hover slightly
  • Dazzle! - An orb sharply increases it's brightness to near-blinding levels
  • Will O' Wisp - An Orb flies at a target, seeking to slam into it, has homing capability that Gungnir is missing at the cost of penetration and impact power
  • Pugilist - Acrux wraps his fists in an orb that pulses on strike, increasing the damage of melee strikes

Affiliation: Neutral

Physical Appearance: Red hair, long legs, and a fairly lithe body forms the basis of Raulin's physical appearance, and of course has an affect on his physicality. Raulin is no body building cape and though he is in above average shape, he won't be setting any Olympic records or punching out professional boxers any time soon. Raulin lets his hair fall where it may in his regular civilian clothes, often looking quite messy, but also like it was purposeful.

"Super" Appearance: Acrux's appears in a mystic-looking outfit that features a flowing coat-tail as well as shoulders that hearken to mythical scaled dragons. He also dons a gold-trimmed half-mask that covers from just under his eyes past his neck, leaving his hair and eyes free of obstruction. He also styles his hair while in his "super" appearance.

 

Personality: Quiet and reserved on the surface, Raulin usually feigns ignorance or plays the role of that one person who's always out there, maybe they're a bit special, maybe they're always high, who knows? Being the unreliable one to others is a pretty solid way of getting out of responsibility for things, and so Raulin dons his mask and proceeds to be lazy as fuck. While he's keeping up this faux mask, Raulin is very aware and very unsure about the temper and acid that he bottles up internally, knowing that it's going to bite him in the ass one of these days...

 

Bio: Raulin Crucis, freeloader, college student, and also ex-military. At the age of fourteen, just after his birthday, the young Raulin Crucis discovered that he could see faint bits of light that no one else could see. Of course, this was rather alarming to the poor kid. Seeing things that others can't see might sound cool and all story-like, but it's actually a nerve wracking experience. Scared out of his mind, Raulin kept this discovery a secret. While others might brag about how they can control faint bits of light and condense them into something visible to others, Raulin was curious about his ability, but also paranoid about just what would happen if word got out that he was one of those weird mutants and weirdos that had been cropping up all over the world within recent years. As he grew in age, so did his control over this ability, growing steadily from vague control over the bits of light until he even managed to concentrate enough to create two of the light orbs that he had enjoyed playing with in his alone time. There's something mesmerizing about freely controlling light and making it dance around. Sure, it sounds like a cool trick for when you bring a girl over, but would it really be worth that kind of concentration? Errr... Moving on...

 

If Raulin spent half the time studying that he spent on learning the extent of his powers, he might've been prepared for when his senior graduation came by. Caught unprepared, Raulin found he had nothing once High School had passed. He had no plan, his grades were good, but he didn't apply for any scholarships and didn't want to take a loan, he didn't have a job, his friends had nearly all moved on to college. So, no job, no schooling, Rauiln went with the easiest option at the time, he joined the military, deciding to use the time to actually think about what he wanted to do with his life while getting the benefits of the military paying for his first year of college once he finished his contract. Three and a half years later and upon reaching the end of his contract, Raulin exits the service with a decent but unambitious rank, some connections, a moderate amount of savings built up, a college picked out... really he had everything that he didn't have when he got out of High School. It was upon getting into college and getting into touch with some of his old High School buds did he discover that some of them had also... acquired powers. The year 2032, Raulin and his friends form the "Coalition", a small time super-gang that committed all kinds of nefarious acts like panty raids and at their worst robbery and some minor conflicts with the police led them into a rather unexpected gang war against opponents they were no match for. The Coalition, the small-time pranksters and criminals stood no chance against an organized gang, and when a conflict erupted into a full out battle and the majority of the Coalition were seriously injured, and some were even killed. Raulin barely escaped the fighting, battered and bruised he limped to safety. 2033, Raulin dons the cloak of Acrux, the Southern Cross, and targets members of the gang that broke up the Coalition. On one of his hunts, Raulin gets ambushed by the gang, and is forced to fight for his life. The fighting catches the eye of a nearby patrolling Superhero, and the hero attempts to apprehend Acrux, who had just beaten one gang member near death and likely crippled two others for life. Acrux evades capture and knocks the Superhero out. Raulin wakes the next day to see helicopter footage of the fight and the birth of a new supervillain "Acrux".

 

After the incident, Raulin took up oddjobs as Acrux as a bodyguard, courier, hired muscle, or really anything that payed well enough for the effort. Through these jobs Raulin gains information about the underground and tracks down the rival gang that had destroyed the Coalition and ended his friends' lives. The "Destroyers" had made an enemy of Acrux, and they would regret it. Oh, would they regret it.

Edited by Orcraniil, 20 April 2015 - 12:58 AM.

[Seikah]

Spoiler

Name: Mathias Jude
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Alias: Rise
Affiliation: Neutral
Power: Enforced living

Curse-type power. Forces a target to remain conscious under any and every circumstance. When used on a corpse or skeleton, it creates a mindless minion capable of following simple orders.

(Does not expire until specifically cancelled. Only two targets may be affected at a time. Requires physical contact to initiate.)

Physical Appearance:
He stays fit, but he’s lean rather than bulky. Indifferent to fashion, usually opts for simple jeans and a shirt.

"Super" Appearance:
He once wore a suit, back when he briefly dabbled in heroics, but he was never successful or popular enough to commission a quality costume. Nowadays, he does not need one. His identity as a harmless troublemaking necromancer is public knowledge – as it should be, in order to cover more sinister practices. The uniform of his company is a black hooded robe.

Personality:
Mathias is a warped individual – a sociopath raised by saints. His parents instilled in him a powerful sense of good and evil, which he respects in theory, but largely disregards in practice. He is a hedonist of simple pleasures – pleasant food, nice house, a good book, and the occasional thrill.

Backstory:
Mathias discovered his power during childhood, but aside from using it as a substitute for caffeine, he only chanced on its less subtle application when he turned eighteen. Reanimating the dead. It provides versatile brute strength in the form of creatures immune to most mundane forms of damage. He tried his luck in the hero business for a time, but a necromancer with two skeletal dogs was too sinister, impossible to market, a publicity nightmare.

With no real desire to pursue a career, and even less desire to work for others, he started his own online company, Rise LLC, enjoying all the wondrous anonymity of the internet. Rise LLC is a platform for superpowered mercenaries seeking short-term jobs, no obligations. It offers anonymity - all employees are to name themselves Rise - and some level of deniability. Rise LLC does not officially condone illegal activity, but the website is ‘poorly’ moderated.

The company is moderately successful, but it is primarily a cover for Mathias himself. His identity as a necromancer / company president / public annoyance is widely known, but the other applications of his power are more subtle, and at times, inconveniently incriminating.

Miscellaneous fact:
He is a persona non grata in every national museum. He once took a $300,000 mammoth skeleton hostage.

Edited by Seikah, 19 April 2015 - 08:44 AM.

[Liar]

Spoiler

Name: Unknown

Alias: Henchman #29

Age: Unknown

Gender: Presumably Male

Power: Quantum Teleportation – 29 is able to create multiple copies of himself in a 20 meter radius. Each copy is exactly like the original, meaning even if the original was killed each new copy is considered as good as the original. The only way to defeat 29 and his constant cloning is knocking or killing all of them at the same time. Luckily, he can only make 15 clones at one time.

Affiliation: Neutral

 

Physical Appearance: No one has ever seen what 29 looks like underneath his costume. It can even be said he never takes the thing off. However, just from a glance it can be seen that he cuts a tall figure. His lanky, thin frame belies the raw strength he possesses.

“Super” Appearance:

Spoiler

 

 

Personality

How can you describe the personality of a person who never takes his mask off or even speaks? Surprisingly simple in reality. 29 is not a complicated person (aside from the gestures he uses to communicate with others). All he wants to be is a henchman, no more and no less. He offers his services to any villain that is willing to pay him a fair wage and give him some good benefits. His pride in being a henchman is so much that he has no qualms going about his daily life dressed in his costume. More than once the cops have been called on him while he was shopping for groceries. Off the clock, he likes watching movies, reading, and doing volunteer work at the orphanage or homeless shelter. Some say he’s insane, but can you really call him that if he’s been in the business since people started getting superpowers?

 

Backstory

 Rumors have it that 29 used to be a henchman for some mad scientist villain. #29 had been his designation and he was nothing more than a random grunt for the villain’s grand plan. However, some believed the mad scientist’s experiments went awry and 29 got caught up in the fallout, receiving his fantastical power of quantum teleportation.

 

Well, that’s the most popular theory anyway.

 

Whether it’s true or not, it doesn’t matter. 29 has been in the heroes versus villains business for as long as the entire thing started. Time and time again he works for a villain, helps him achieve small victories, and then the villain is trounced by some hero. 29 then moves on to the next villain since his contract always has a clause that releases him from their service if the villain is ever to be captured and imprisoned.

 

Over time, this repetition of events led 29 to having some notoriety. Heroes recognized him as a viable threat, believing any villain that hires him becomes exponentially strengthened just because he’s there. Villains often try to lure him into their manifest, wanting the legendary henchman that can make up for a hundred henchmen. It doesn’t help that his prices are quite cheap enough that even starting villains are able to hire him.

 

As whimsical as 29’s entire situation may be, there is no doubt of his competence. He will carry out any order for the villain he is contracted under. Heinous crimes are committed with gusto by him if he’s been ordered. 29 has standing bounties on his head to have him incarcerated, but so far no one has been able to capture the henchman.

[I-Am-X]

Lilith

 

Spoiler

 

 

Theme: I Don't Know How To Stop

 

Name: Layla Boden

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil with Chaotic impulses (Villain)

 

Alias: "Lilith"

 

Personality: Violent, hot-headed, impulses and quite the tom boy. When not influenced by her impulses and/or the blood, she can seem quite normal or at least give that impression. While she herself lacks control, she met a certain someone that helps keep her in-check.

 

Bio: Like most stories her story started off normally enough. Well, to a point really (overlooking her over-bite that kind of resembled a set of fangs). Born and raised in Dublin, Ireland, she was an ordinary happy-go-lucky kid. That was until she was about around 10 or so when things started to differ. It all started with a death of her best friend which eventually caused her to become socially withdrawn to where she refused to leave the house let alone her own room. It was tolerable for awhile, after all, she was young and just lost her best friend, it was only normal, right? Well, things got worse when her mother, who raised Layla as a single mother) was laid off from her job and started to drink quite heavily. In time, As she became unable to find employment, her drinking got worse and worse. Worse to the point where, during her drunken stupors, would eventually come to take her frustrations out on Layla, of whom was always home and in range of her episodes (due to her whole ordeal).

 

Eventually as the years went by, the abuse got worse and worse to the point where all the pain, fear and torment steadily began twisting and warping her personality and view of things until it reached the point where she couldn't take it anymore, and it was in this final confrontation where her 'power' surfaced. Now, to back track a little, the wheels of this fate regarding this development began turning during a few years prior during one of her mothers 'episodes' to where the attacks first drew blood. Up to this point, the sight of blood made things bit hazy or in the least made her feel off. It was originally rationalized that she had a fear of blood or at least becomes sick at the sight or taste of it. However, that proved to be incorrect during this fateful day. Now, during that scene, a blow of her mothers drew blood and set about a change in Layla. Once drawn, her eyes remain locked on the blood, breathing became erratic and her focus (along with that 'off' feeling) got accelerated. Though, She snapped out of it soon enough and things calmed down.

 

Back to the present, a couple years later at the age of 17, during the latest episode, blood, more than usual, was drawn again, however, the result wasn't the same. As she layed in a pool of her own blood, she completely tuned out everything as she moved her hands through the blood, taking a strange fascination with it. Bringing her fingers closer to her face, she had the urge to lick the blood off it. The more and more time passed in that moment, the more the desire grew to the point where she couldn't take it anymore and licked the blood off. What followed next was absurd, tasting the blood made her feel better. Was it supposed to have taste to it? Was it supposed to make her feel feel better and forget the pain? Of course not, it wasn't normal in the least! But the fact was, it did. In the mere moments after the beating resumed, she snapped back to reality. Soon enough, her limit was reached and things reached the point where enough was enough. Maybe it was the after effects of drinking the blood? Well, it didn't matter. This feeling of hers was boiling over and she wanted to take it out on something or someone. At the time, Layla wasn't exceptionally strong so she couldn't exactly take on an adult with nothing but her bare hands. Sure, her mother was a drunk and that surely made her sluggish but she wasn't a weak feeble woman, despite the alcohols effects.

 

What she needed was a weapon, something to slash her open. It was there she saw the knight on the counter, though, there was no way she'd be able to get over to it. In this time, her mother took the look on Layla's face and her attitude as an act of defiance and only made her angrier, to which she charged right at her. Going through her mind imagining knife, telling herself, if only she had a weapon, if only she had something, she'd be able to... something spectacular happened! A Blade formed in her hand! Despite being surprised, she wasted no knife in reacting and stabbing her mother. What started as one stab turned into countless others until her mother slumped over. Licking the blood off the knife, she glanced at her fallen mother, who was barely still in the world of the living, and took a knee beside her. Looking all over the blood that covered her mothers body, as her impulses continued spiraling out of control, her eyes stopped at the bulging veins on her next and the rest was history.

 

To make it clear, she was very much human, if you can call her that, it was just that it screamed 'bite me' and well, it was liked the blood called to her. Anyways, after all that, things changed. Clearly, things couldn't remain the same after that. After people took note of the noises and slight disturbances, soon attention was drawn to the incident and soon found herself fleeing. As her violent, destructive impulses and insatiable thirst took over, with hardly any control, she soon found herself in the midst of similar events. Eventually, she'd find herself in Alpha City and found out that things worked a little bit differently there. How? She decided to target the wrong person and things dramatically change from there on out.

 

Power: Haemokinesis, the ability to manipulate and control blood. Namely Solidification of the blood, or to put technically, Haemokinetic Construction (is able to turn her blood into objects be it tools, weapons, structures or beings akin to golems), Self-Puppeteering (basically allowing her to manipulate her own body like a marionette to allow themselves to move freely even if they possess injuries or status affects that would impede their movements albeit not as effectively as they would normally) and Blood Consumption (like a vampire).

 

Like all powers, it doesn't come without a cost. Her blood construct ability requires her to use a large quantity of her blood (depending on what she makes with it) and it can be quite lethal to her if she uses and/or loses too much blood at once or in a given time frame (it can potentially kill her or at the very least put her in a near-death state). In-short, the bigger and more complex the objext/structure, the greater the effects/strain on her is. Although, when used in small doses (and depends on what she makes with it) at the worst will cause her fatigue.

 

Self-puppeteering (as put above) while allowing Layla to move her body freely despite injuries or ailements that would normally stop her, she is unable to move as effectively or skillfully as she would at peak condition.

 

Downsides:

Spoiler

And her Blood consumption perk, well the downside is obvious. While it allows her to ingest blood (any and all types of blood) and replenish blood that was lost (blood used in construction that she was unable to take back into her body and/or lost due to injuries, etc) she must continuously ingest blood (every so often) or face serious and life threatening circumstances. Symptoms/effects kick in every few days and she can't go any longer than a week without blood or well, you can guess. It is also the cause of her madness/destructive/violent impulses. The sight and smell of blood also increases the effect of her impulses and can cause her to lose control.

 

Her power is also reliant on her will, if it wanes (either by fatigue,physical impairment or whatever) her constructs and puppeteering may falter and loose effectiveness.

 

Normal Appearance: (As seen above in picture) As a tomboy with no sense of femininity, she is normally seen wearing masculine like clothing and her hair is put up (like in the photo).

 

"Super" Appearance: None, other than the mask she uses to cover all but her eyes. As well as letting her hair down. The mask she wears is a japanese kitsune noh mask that's re-enforced with metal.

 

Aspirations: That's simple, to satisfy her desires and impulses and quench her thirst of blood.

 

Edited by I-Am-X, 30 April 2015 - 11:45 PM.

[vampir]

Roger(I don't know why i can't put any pic)

 

Spoiler

 

Name: Joshua White

Alias: Roger

Age: 19

Alignment: Neutral with a tendency to Villain.

Specialization:

Gas: Able to exhale gas from the mouth that can be mentally controlled, the gas can have the property of melting surfaces like acid, explode or something like a tear-gas or giving strong nausea.

This gas can be compressed in an inactive state in spray cans for future use.

The character can't create limitless gas, to refuel his power he have to use drugs, poison, smoke, alcohol, etc.

He is not affected by negative effects of his methods to charge his power or his power itself(Except for explosions) but because of this ability his body can't develop a high stamina, in fact he gets quickly tired if he has to do physical work, because of that he usually doesn't run.

Physical appearance:

-Height: 1.76cm

-Hair: Short and white

Slim figure with muscles not particuraly developed, black eyes and pale skin.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Super Appearance:

Look at pics, mask, “bulletproof costume”, black wig, black gloves and four spray cans full of his gas in an inactive state, one per side and two on his back, all four attached to a belt..

Personality:

A pretty calm guy for the most of the time as long as he doesn't have to fight and someone doesn't pick his interest as a target.

When that happens he slowly shifts from an almost apathetic guy to an excited one that keeps his desire to kill under control to avoid being inefficient.

However even if he likes to kill people he doesn't enjoy it when it comes to innocent normal ones because there is no satisfaction in doing so, instead killing criminals and super-humans is another story.

 

 

 

Bio:

 

Born in a pretty normal family, Joshua never had any particular problem until he reached his 13 years.

When the mysterious figure called God began his killing spree, Joshua's parents died by the hands of that crazy super-human, the kid was lucky enough to be on a trip with school that day and survived.

From that moment his life changed dramatically. Joshua had no family and whatever family he was sent to for some reason even if his adoptive parents were nice people something triggered violent reactions in them after a few days.

 

After two years, unable to find a place that he could call home and seeing that even childrens and adults in the orphanage were going slowly crazy when they were near him, Joshua choose to run away but not even after a week he was caught by some criminals that sold him as a test subject for the development of new illegal drugs.

 

Strangely he survived for an entire year while others couldn't even last a week and at that point he already surrendered to the idea that this was his new life while his mind was slowly going crazy at the tought of killing those criminals, however one day his body reached his limit when they gave him the strongest drug they created, called Roger.

The scene that day was terrifying, a black gas came out from his mouth with the strength of a river engulfing everyone in the room melting them into a puddle of human flesh and blood.

After the room the gas spread itself in the entire building melting everything and everyone crossed his path.

Being unable to control it, Joshua could only see all the black gas around him that melted the chair and the straps that were restraining him.

 

The two store building was completely destroyed and Joshua's survival was a miracle.

The first ones to arrive at the scene were a Super-Villain and some of his subordinates, after looking at the scene they took Joshua that was laughing while watching at the melted corpses and so they returned to their lair.

 

For the successive two years, that Villain, known as BD – Black Diamond, took care of Joshua and helped him discover what power he had, turns out he can melt almost anything with his gas, make it explode or use it to induce various effects on people like nausea, tear-gas like effects and others and for refill his gas reserves he have to take any kind of “poison” for his body may it be smoke, alcohol, simple poison or drugs of any kind.

BD also teached him and gave him a home, but this nice treatment came with a price, every once in a while Joshua had to work for him and killing wasn't excluded.

 

Joshua at first was scared of him not only because he was a Villain but also because his mind wasn't exactly sane after an entire year of isolation interrupted only by being used as a test subject for those new drugs. He was also enjoying the killing, at the beginning he was laughing like a maniac slowly melting criminals after having removed their arms, fortunately his training also consisted in suppressing those desires enough to not die like an idiot because he was toying with an half-dead man.

 

He also discovered what was the problem with all those people going crazy near him, it was because he didn't have his power under control and he continued to exhale little amount of gas in the air that slowly involuntarily manipulated their minds, their parents were never affected probably because his power doesn't work on near relatives and he never spent enough time with other people at school or in his neighbourhood.

 

 

At the end of those two years BD told him that he was free to do what he wanted to, may it be playing the hero or the villain or neither but to never go against him or he would mercilessly kill him. Joshua's choice was to be simply free for now and to take his time before making a definitive choice.

Right now he lives with an old man working for DB in Alpha City as a last request(not order) from DB to inform him of any organization of Super-Villains or anything worth of interest.

 

Sometimes he goes out at night or during the day to satisfy his desire of killing people, the most of them being criminals, and to test himself against the super powered humans of Alpha City.

 

It's work in this new city is doing jobs for the old man that basically consist in killing criminals that are not in BD's organization.