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Name: He's forgotten
Alias: Thrakka Dauk Madzkull
Gender: Male, though without the genitalia to back that up. Basically only in the most primal sense. You'll see.
Age: Twenty-fiveish, He's not certain, and doesn't really care
Appearance: Variable, as it depends on his capacity for fighting at the time. He can range from about 4ft to almost 11ft at the best of times. Dull grey to muddy green skin, also depending on things elaborated further down. His clothing options because of this tends to be rather slim. More often than not he'll but some pants that fit, and then get into a fight and have them all torn off him anyway. Not that he has anything to hide, considering his lack of genitalia. To sum it up he's usually naked. His face is.... expressive. Looking sub-human, jutting jaw and forehead, along with small green irises in black scalera, he;s not exactly a looker.
Personality: He's not particularly intelligent, or eloquent, or in any manner an agreeable person, unless you subscribe to his method of thinking, which boils down to essentially, "Fightin iz good. Fightin iz now. Why ain't we fightin?!" He's not that much deeper than that really. He has no friends or allies as as soon as their common enemy is done, he'll turn on them for a laugh, because they must like "fightin" as much as he does, right? His likes boil down to; fighting, looking for a fight, preparing for a fight, drinking before a fight, drinking in the middle of a fight, and sharing a drink with a worthy opponent after a fight, (if they are still alive, that is) What he doesn't like is much more extensive list, filled with anything he considers "not the right fightin face." That is, anyone sneaking, leaping, jumping, twisting, dodging, talking, negotiating, bartering, rolling away from, running away from, or avoiding a fight in any manner. It's best, should you find yourself in the company of Thrakka, to talk about all the fights you went in and won in as glorious manner as possible so he doesn't decide to chomp on you right then and there for being a pansy. Then again, if you impress him too much he'll want to scrap with you, and then you've got a whole lot more on your plate to deal with. He exists only as his alias, having no qualities that transpose well to civilian society. And besides, you can't get a good enough fight there anyway.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral He'll work for whoever gets him the best fight.
Superpowers: A fungus and bacterium based powerset. Thrakka can't feel much, in fact, he has no pain/pleasure receptors to speak of at all thanks to his unique physiology, that is, being a large sentient fungus being. He is immensely strong and highly durable, able to shrug off wounds that would fell a normal man. His body can generate poisons and gasses that seep out of his wounds. This is a problem as gasses are often flammable, and lighting a match around an injured Thrakka is just asking for a fiery inferno. Should any of his limbs be lopped off he'll regrow them eventually. His height and skin colour change thanks to his own ability to fight. How he perceives himself at the time. If he thinks he's gonna bring the house down in an epic fight to the death then he'll get to about 12ft and be green as the hulk and a about as strong. Should he have his arse handed to him he'll shrink up and turn grey and wimpy, losing muscle mass and being barely able to lift a normal human.
Weaknesses: Fire. Any kind of fire will pretty much send Thrakka running, or at least slow him down enough so that you can run away. He's highly flammable and should a body part of his catch alight it will often combust violently. Ice will also slow him down rapidly, as his body will start expanding and eventually he'll just explode into chunks of icy fungal stuff. He's also highly susceptible to psychic suggestion of any kind, even just really charismatic people can convince him that, if he does as they say, he'll get a good fight, then as long as they can continue convincing him of really good fights, they would have a willing fungus rage machine at their service.
Biography: Thrakka Dauk Madzkull was born in England at somepoint. His father was something of a football hooligan, along with his mother, both of whom he remembers barely as the brief flashes of a time when he wasn't green and lived for fighting. They had married young and gave birth soon after. Thrakka was a normal baby, he cried, he spat, he crapped and he ate. His parents loved him dearly and took their football rage and transferred it to him at a young age, giving them all something in common.
Around the age of two he was known throughout their run-down neighbourhood as the terror of the children, bother younger and older. He had run of the streets whenever he liked, since both his parents worked full-time jobs to keep them afloat, and he ruled them with an iron fist, ordering his boyz around and basically running a small cult/mafia family.
It was soon after he turned three that his condition first manifested. During a scrap with some older, rival boyz, Thrakka's skin had developed a greenish hue and he'd grown about 12 inches in less than the time it took to blink. he promptly wiped the floor with the other kids, and proceeded to do the same with his own group of nobs. His parents found his sudden growth spurt and colour change alarming, naturally, but didn't have the money to afford having him checked up at the hospital. So they just passed it off as some genetic quirk of their combined genes and carried on with life, albeit a tad scared of what their beloved son could do.
It was at the age of 6 when Thrakka killed his first human. Before then he'd indulged in torture and killing of animals but found it left him wanting. There was just no thrill when it came to hunting down a cat and stringing it up. People were much better targets. He still had some semblance of common sense at this point, and decided that he should have a secret base of operations far away from his parents flat in their run down complex.
He found an old shack in an abandoned community gardening project, overgrown with grasses and fungi of all kinds and kitted it out as he personal hive. He the proceeded to beat up and kidnap kids from across his neighbourhood and beyond looking for a good fight, and letting them go when he was done, positive that they would never tell about the goblin thing that lived in the shack out in the field over there.
But he was wrong. Eventually word got out and the police were summoned. He was alone, chewing on some fungi that he found particularly delicious when they arrived. He was told to put up his arms and come on out, the he wouldn't be hurt. Doing as he was told, Thrakka came out, only to be met with the horrified screams of his mother. It turned out that Thrakka had been hiding away for months and totally forgotten about his parents, who'd eventually had him declared dead. They'd heard about this green monster in the field and wondered if it was their son. Turns out they were right.
But Thrakk had changed. He stood about 6 ft, bulging muscle and long of tooth, eyes green and black, skin covered in mud and shining dirtily in the mid-afternoon light. Somewhere along the way he had lost his genitals and sense of decency, as he stood nude as the day eh was born. He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn't really remember much, so he decided to yell whatever he could remember from his childhood.
"We'ez tha biggist and tha Strongist! Naffingz gonna stop UZ!"
The police took this as a challenge and raised their batons and stun guns. Thrakka charged, fists held high and roaring wildly. Three men died as he swept towards them, poisons spreading and suffocating them easily. Another two fell to his fists, and by then they were all running.
"Puny humies!!" he called, waving the shattered skull of one officer in an attempt to get them to come back. "COME BACK AN FIGHT!"
And that is the story of Thrakka Dauk Madzkull. Eventually he made his way to America and bummed around there for a while, breaking people and places as much as he liked.
Other notes: I have totally based this guy off a combination of Orks form the Warhammer 40K setting and the Hulk, mainly because they are both awesome. Be prepared for Sum Orkey Goodnez!
Alias: Thrakka Dauk Madzkull
Gender: Male, though without the genitalia to back that up. Basically only in the most primal sense. You'll see.
Age: Twenty-fiveish, He's not certain, and doesn't really care
Appearance: Variable, as it depends on his capacity for fighting at the time. He can range from about 4ft to almost 11ft at the best of times. Dull grey to muddy green skin, also depending on things elaborated further down. His clothing options because of this tends to be rather slim. More often than not he'll but some pants that fit, and then get into a fight and have them all torn off him anyway. Not that he has anything to hide, considering his lack of genitalia. To sum it up he's usually naked. His face is.... expressive. Looking sub-human, jutting jaw and forehead, along with small green irises in black scalera, he;s not exactly a looker.
Personality: He's not particularly intelligent, or eloquent, or in any manner an agreeable person, unless you subscribe to his method of thinking, which boils down to essentially, "Fightin iz good. Fightin iz now. Why ain't we fightin?!" He's not that much deeper than that really. He has no friends or allies as as soon as their common enemy is done, he'll turn on them for a laugh, because they must like "fightin" as much as he does, right? His likes boil down to; fighting, looking for a fight, preparing for a fight, drinking before a fight, drinking in the middle of a fight, and sharing a drink with a worthy opponent after a fight, (if they are still alive, that is) What he doesn't like is much more extensive list, filled with anything he considers "not the right fightin face." That is, anyone sneaking, leaping, jumping, twisting, dodging, talking, negotiating, bartering, rolling away from, running away from, or avoiding a fight in any manner. It's best, should you find yourself in the company of Thrakka, to talk about all the fights you went in and won in as glorious manner as possible so he doesn't decide to chomp on you right then and there for being a pansy. Then again, if you impress him too much he'll want to scrap with you, and then you've got a whole lot more on your plate to deal with. He exists only as his alias, having no qualities that transpose well to civilian society. And besides, you can't get a good enough fight there anyway.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral He'll work for whoever gets him the best fight.
Superpowers: A fungus and bacterium based powerset. Thrakka can't feel much, in fact, he has no pain/pleasure receptors to speak of at all thanks to his unique physiology, that is, being a large sentient fungus being. He is immensely strong and highly durable, able to shrug off wounds that would fell a normal man. His body can generate poisons and gasses that seep out of his wounds. This is a problem as gasses are often flammable, and lighting a match around an injured Thrakka is just asking for a fiery inferno. Should any of his limbs be lopped off he'll regrow them eventually. His height and skin colour change thanks to his own ability to fight. How he perceives himself at the time. If he thinks he's gonna bring the house down in an epic fight to the death then he'll get to about 12ft and be green as the hulk and a about as strong. Should he have his arse handed to him he'll shrink up and turn grey and wimpy, losing muscle mass and being barely able to lift a normal human.
Weaknesses: Fire. Any kind of fire will pretty much send Thrakka running, or at least slow him down enough so that you can run away. He's highly flammable and should a body part of his catch alight it will often combust violently. Ice will also slow him down rapidly, as his body will start expanding and eventually he'll just explode into chunks of icy fungal stuff. He's also highly susceptible to psychic suggestion of any kind, even just really charismatic people can convince him that, if he does as they say, he'll get a good fight, then as long as they can continue convincing him of really good fights, they would have a willing fungus rage machine at their service.
Biography: Thrakka Dauk Madzkull was born in England at somepoint. His father was something of a football hooligan, along with his mother, both of whom he remembers barely as the brief flashes of a time when he wasn't green and lived for fighting. They had married young and gave birth soon after. Thrakka was a normal baby, he cried, he spat, he crapped and he ate. His parents loved him dearly and took their football rage and transferred it to him at a young age, giving them all something in common.
Around the age of two he was known throughout their run-down neighbourhood as the terror of the children, bother younger and older. He had run of the streets whenever he liked, since both his parents worked full-time jobs to keep them afloat, and he ruled them with an iron fist, ordering his boyz around and basically running a small cult/mafia family.
It was soon after he turned three that his condition first manifested. During a scrap with some older, rival boyz, Thrakka's skin had developed a greenish hue and he'd grown about 12 inches in less than the time it took to blink. he promptly wiped the floor with the other kids, and proceeded to do the same with his own group of nobs. His parents found his sudden growth spurt and colour change alarming, naturally, but didn't have the money to afford having him checked up at the hospital. So they just passed it off as some genetic quirk of their combined genes and carried on with life, albeit a tad scared of what their beloved son could do.
It was at the age of 6 when Thrakka killed his first human. Before then he'd indulged in torture and killing of animals but found it left him wanting. There was just no thrill when it came to hunting down a cat and stringing it up. People were much better targets. He still had some semblance of common sense at this point, and decided that he should have a secret base of operations far away from his parents flat in their run down complex.
He found an old shack in an abandoned community gardening project, overgrown with grasses and fungi of all kinds and kitted it out as he personal hive. He the proceeded to beat up and kidnap kids from across his neighbourhood and beyond looking for a good fight, and letting them go when he was done, positive that they would never tell about the goblin thing that lived in the shack out in the field over there.
But he was wrong. Eventually word got out and the police were summoned. He was alone, chewing on some fungi that he found particularly delicious when they arrived. He was told to put up his arms and come on out, the he wouldn't be hurt. Doing as he was told, Thrakka came out, only to be met with the horrified screams of his mother. It turned out that Thrakka had been hiding away for months and totally forgotten about his parents, who'd eventually had him declared dead. They'd heard about this green monster in the field and wondered if it was their son. Turns out they were right.
But Thrakk had changed. He stood about 6 ft, bulging muscle and long of tooth, eyes green and black, skin covered in mud and shining dirtily in the mid-afternoon light. Somewhere along the way he had lost his genitals and sense of decency, as he stood nude as the day eh was born. He opened his mouth to speak, but found he couldn't really remember much, so he decided to yell whatever he could remember from his childhood.
"We'ez tha biggist and tha Strongist! Naffingz gonna stop UZ!"
The police took this as a challenge and raised their batons and stun guns. Thrakka charged, fists held high and roaring wildly. Three men died as he swept towards them, poisons spreading and suffocating them easily. Another two fell to his fists, and by then they were all running.
"Puny humies!!" he called, waving the shattered skull of one officer in an attempt to get them to come back. "COME BACK AN FIGHT!"
And that is the story of Thrakka Dauk Madzkull. Eventually he made his way to America and bummed around there for a while, breaking people and places as much as he liked.
Other notes: I have totally based this guy off a combination of Orks form the Warhammer 40K setting and the Hulk, mainly because they are both awesome. Be prepared for Sum Orkey Goodnez!
Edited on suggestion of drmigit2 on 22 August.
Name: Emily Tambor DeSouza
Alias: Waver
Age: 34
Appearance: Emily is a tall and gangly woman standing at a towering six foot five, sporting spindly limbs all emanating from a equally elongated body. An usually dirty face and pair of green eyes surrounded by heavy bags mostly remain hidden behind thick brown hair usually clumped with dirt and split into a disheveled mess framing the front and sides of her face. Most days she can been seen in a green cardigan over a white shirt spotted bit stains when it cold she sports a green and white scarf that acts as a sash the rest of the time, the rest of her day to day outfit only consist of a pair of khaki capris and old loafers covering her lower half and feet respectively.
Personality: Emily isn't a very reserved person even though her lifestyle and appearance might lead anyone to at first assume she is likely to be introverted, it is in fact the nomadic city life that has filled her with a boundless enthusiasm for life and happiness. Almost always sporting a smile and a kind word Emily has been known to just brighten up the day of even the most curmudgeonly grump.
Alignment:Superhero
Biography:Emily was born in 1976 a little north of the border with her early years spent residing in a rural area of south Jersey. At a young age It was clear Emily wasn't going to amount to much out side of her disposition, her grades in the early years if her school career were sub par and she had problems keeping up with other students. Most thought her stupid and a waste of time. Unknown to most it was a result of her discovering her powers early on and using them to explore the world around her small town late at night leaving her far to tired to perform in school. She was by no means dumb just distracted to say the least, for many years she continued like this hiding her abilities from the people around her and moving down the fast track to failure. By The age of thirteen Emily had almost given up on school slipping out before classes started and coming back through the walls. It was in these
rebellious years that her parents Linda and Carter DeSouza took notice and set up cameras in her rooms catching her in the act many time of the course of a year. Days before her Fourteenth birthday she was confronted with he recordings and after a lengthy shouting match was met with a ultimatum.
Get rid of it or leave.
Emily could see the pain her her parents eyes at forcing their only daughter to leave, At their behest she quietly collected a few things before setting out on her own during her birthday. Finding shelter miles away in a New York based orphanage she was allowed to sleep, rest, and eat there until her eighteenth birthday. Setting out with little more than a business card for a job service Emily soon found her self on the streets of New York begging and using her power to fake magic tricks for money. Finding small success she lived day to day with various other ragamuffins along the highways and alleys of the sprawling metropolis.
Emily was fast friends with many of the other homeless she met, and was almost surprised at how many looked up to her, though she expected it was simply because she could bring them more free food and drink through her power. Never the less she became something of a celebrity in their circles often passing through the streets helping the homeless or down-on-their-luck where she could.
Her twenties were interesting to say the least with the influx of other super powered persons coming to her knowledge through the medias. To say she lived a sheltered life would be a lie but the affairs of others not in her less than microscopic field of vision in regards to the world. From twenty four and on wards the only time she wasn't trying to find out more about other super powered begins was when she was collecting money for the unwashed masses. Finding little without the help of the information on the world wide web, she spent the next tens years in relative solitude. She would spend time flitting around town passing through the back ways and businesses that few would ever see she walked and rested as she searched for information.
During one of her rather unpredictable drifts around the streets a television in a store window played an ad for the Hero's Haven. Seraphim's offer intrigued her not only because it's promise of a safe haven and subsequently a place to live, but because she could use her talents on a larger scale and finally know others like her. Before leaving her people she made sure a small stockpile of foods and clean water had made it's way to as many hands as possible before following the road she had yet to travel.
Super Powers: Phasing - Her power has allowed her to alter her molecular structure on a large scale to allow her to pass through solid objects and bypass most gasses through merit of having them simply not ever coming in direct contact with her vital organs and cells.
Weaknesses:
Liquids - While both Solids and gasses are both safe for Emily to pass through liquids are another story, the slow shifting and moving of the liquid fills in the spaces her molecules have been displaced from rendering her quasi-solid and forcing her to deliberately force the parts of her that aren't an original part of her body out lest she begins to simply flow into the liquid and lose her form. Water, acid, honey almost any viscous material will disrupt her powers and make phasing less effective or outright deadly depending on the amount of the substance. As such it is very dangerous for her to attempt to use her abilities when she is subject to extremely hot temperatures as her bodily fluids boil and become more active within her dampening her ability even in very hot and dry conditions.
Lack of Ability - Seeing as Emily has not used her powers very much on anything less than a full scale phase, she has little to no fine control over the ability if she is stabbed she gets stabbed, the best she could possibly do is with enough time protect her organs from severe damage.
Notes:She spend much of her time under a makeshift living room under a bridge. Emily is also very found of taffy and other chewy treats.
Alias: Waver
Age: 34
Appearance: Emily is a tall and gangly woman standing at a towering six foot five, sporting spindly limbs all emanating from a equally elongated body. An usually dirty face and pair of green eyes surrounded by heavy bags mostly remain hidden behind thick brown hair usually clumped with dirt and split into a disheveled mess framing the front and sides of her face. Most days she can been seen in a green cardigan over a white shirt spotted bit stains when it cold she sports a green and white scarf that acts as a sash the rest of the time, the rest of her day to day outfit only consist of a pair of khaki capris and old loafers covering her lower half and feet respectively.
Personality: Emily isn't a very reserved person even though her lifestyle and appearance might lead anyone to at first assume she is likely to be introverted, it is in fact the nomadic city life that has filled her with a boundless enthusiasm for life and happiness. Almost always sporting a smile and a kind word Emily has been known to just brighten up the day of even the most curmudgeonly grump.
Alignment:Superhero
Biography:Emily was born in 1976 a little north of the border with her early years spent residing in a rural area of south Jersey. At a young age It was clear Emily wasn't going to amount to much out side of her disposition, her grades in the early years if her school career were sub par and she had problems keeping up with other students. Most thought her stupid and a waste of time. Unknown to most it was a result of her discovering her powers early on and using them to explore the world around her small town late at night leaving her far to tired to perform in school. She was by no means dumb just distracted to say the least, for many years she continued like this hiding her abilities from the people around her and moving down the fast track to failure. By The age of thirteen Emily had almost given up on school slipping out before classes started and coming back through the walls. It was in these
rebellious years that her parents Linda and Carter DeSouza took notice and set up cameras in her rooms catching her in the act many time of the course of a year. Days before her Fourteenth birthday she was confronted with he recordings and after a lengthy shouting match was met with a ultimatum.
Get rid of it or leave.
Emily could see the pain her her parents eyes at forcing their only daughter to leave, At their behest she quietly collected a few things before setting out on her own during her birthday. Finding shelter miles away in a New York based orphanage she was allowed to sleep, rest, and eat there until her eighteenth birthday. Setting out with little more than a business card for a job service Emily soon found her self on the streets of New York begging and using her power to fake magic tricks for money. Finding small success she lived day to day with various other ragamuffins along the highways and alleys of the sprawling metropolis.
Emily was fast friends with many of the other homeless she met, and was almost surprised at how many looked up to her, though she expected it was simply because she could bring them more free food and drink through her power. Never the less she became something of a celebrity in their circles often passing through the streets helping the homeless or down-on-their-luck where she could.
Her twenties were interesting to say the least with the influx of other super powered persons coming to her knowledge through the medias. To say she lived a sheltered life would be a lie but the affairs of others not in her less than microscopic field of vision in regards to the world. From twenty four and on wards the only time she wasn't trying to find out more about other super powered begins was when she was collecting money for the unwashed masses. Finding little without the help of the information on the world wide web, she spent the next tens years in relative solitude. She would spend time flitting around town passing through the back ways and businesses that few would ever see she walked and rested as she searched for information.
During one of her rather unpredictable drifts around the streets a television in a store window played an ad for the Hero's Haven. Seraphim's offer intrigued her not only because it's promise of a safe haven and subsequently a place to live, but because she could use her talents on a larger scale and finally know others like her. Before leaving her people she made sure a small stockpile of foods and clean water had made it's way to as many hands as possible before following the road she had yet to travel.
Super Powers: Phasing - Her power has allowed her to alter her molecular structure on a large scale to allow her to pass through solid objects and bypass most gasses through merit of having them simply not ever coming in direct contact with her vital organs and cells.
Weaknesses:
Liquids - While both Solids and gasses are both safe for Emily to pass through liquids are another story, the slow shifting and moving of the liquid fills in the spaces her molecules have been displaced from rendering her quasi-solid and forcing her to deliberately force the parts of her that aren't an original part of her body out lest she begins to simply flow into the liquid and lose her form. Water, acid, honey almost any viscous material will disrupt her powers and make phasing less effective or outright deadly depending on the amount of the substance. As such it is very dangerous for her to attempt to use her abilities when she is subject to extremely hot temperatures as her bodily fluids boil and become more active within her dampening her ability even in very hot and dry conditions.
Lack of Ability - Seeing as Emily has not used her powers very much on anything less than a full scale phase, she has little to no fine control over the ability if she is stabbed she gets stabbed, the best she could possibly do is with enough time protect her organs from severe damage.
Notes:She spend much of her time under a makeshift living room under a bridge. Emily is also very found of taffy and other chewy treats.
Deadman Wonderland - Power comes from Mockingbird, Crow, and a few others I can't remember at the time.
I just noticed that one line could use some work. "In great heat" can have interesting implications. And of course dry humid is probably a typo as well.Almighty Words said:
Overall it seems to be a solid character. I think wander-lust and phasing could turn out to be a very good combination.
Some things to consider:
- Lethal extent of phasing, you mentioned she can only phase he entire body. Does this mean she cannot say, phase someone's skull out of their head to kill them?
- Can she extend her phasing power to other people?
- How long can she phase for? Shadow Cat from X-men for instance can only phase as long as she can hold her breath.
- How does she move while she is phasing? Can she fly/float? Does she follow her previous momentum? Does gravity still affect her?
So I guess if we're doing inter-player critiques, I'd like to forward mind for the crushing scrutiny of others. It's a second draft, because I lost the first to internet shenanigans, and I feel like the rewrite dropped in quality, so I'd like to see any nitpicks or suggestions.
I would like to point out that I'm glad the DM has been very critical on character development.
Setup of the game is a very crucial part. If you are told no more than once and still keep coming back with edits, it at the very least shows your willingness to play. Which is super important for something like this. So don't lose heart
It's important things get worked out before we start. Hopefully the most passionate and creative will be the ones left standing and we'll have a grand ol time once things get started
Setup of the game is a very crucial part. If you are told no more than once and still keep coming back with edits, it at the very least shows your willingness to play. Which is super important for something like this. So don't lose heart
It's important things get worked out before we start. Hopefully the most passionate and creative will be the ones left standing and we'll have a grand ol time once things get started
How new are you to RPing? You show traits that display at least some experience, and (in some cases) experience can always help you in the long run. As for your character: It's unique, at the best. After seeing about 5 separate guys (i'm exaggerating...I hope) that can use electricity (my character included), it's cool to see someone do different. Variety is the spice of life, and that saying is still in effect here. It could be my phone (what i'm typing from at the moment), but your sentence structure is a bit wonky, seeing as you have line breaks just at random times in your sentences. And i'm guessing your character doesn't have a proper costume?Spoon498 said:
Grammar has never been my strong suit. Alas I've always seemed to be at odds with all my English teachers through out high school. As for those crazy Line breaks, I don't know what the deal is with them. I can't seem to fix them. I appreciate the compliments. I think it'd be a very interesting and fun character to play. Also no he doesn't have a costume and I don't aim to give him one. He's not a super hero because he wants to be. He's trying to make do with the hand that he's been dealt with and as such really has no need or want of a costume. If you'd like a good visual on how I picture him, think Vincent Volaju. He's the villain from the Cowboy Beebop movie. Minus the trench coat and a little bit more haggard looking.
Name: EXGR-Combative Unit-001
Alias: Alpha
Gender: Designed towards being male.
Age: Appears to be around nineteen years old.
Appearance: Alpha appears as a humanoid android with short, jet black hair and dark red eyes. As he was remade with combat in mind, his body is mostly mechanical, although he retains a human-esque figure with a face. He stands at about six feet, and his legs, instead of ending in feet, appear as more of a prong like shape. His body has a somewhat Black and white color scheme with some red bits to it.
Personality: Being a combat android, Alpha is somewhat cold, logical, and stiffly machine-like in his mannerisms, something he can't help. He shows a large amount of curiosity towards human responses and behaviours though, often questioning and analysing things he observes. He was programmed with an emotion based drive within him, but it was simply in the prototype stages when integrated. Dr. Geppe, has however hoped that a breakthrough can be made via extended periods of human interaction. Once he shows enough emotional drive, or at least an unmechanized understanding of morality, his programming will alter itself so that he may make his own choices.
Alignment: Hero
Superpowers: Alpha is outfitted with a variety of internal weapons. Power wise, he is simply incredibly agile, resilient, and strong. His wrists contain ammunition and slots for additional weapons to be outfitted, such as small grenade launchers, or portable mini-guns but within his hands also lie a potent weapon, his fingers can slide open at the very ends and each finger can work like an automatic weapon. He is capable of flight thanks to thrusters in his legs and he has enhanced robot sensors for sight and sound. His left arm is also outfitted with a retractable blade. In dire situations he can activate Exceed mode, and gains bonuses to his agility and strength, but this will burn up his energy in a matter of minutes, and will leave him vulnerable.
Weaknesses: Runs off an internal energy source that recharges over time. Since this powers not only himself, but his weapons, running out of power shifts him into reserve energy until he can restore his power. In reserve mode he can't use any of his advanced systems or weapons and must simply rely on his strength and agility. He also, unless his programming states otherwise cannot harm innocent people in almost any given circumstance. Take a hostage and he won't risk harming them unless he is sure he can save them in the process of taking out the target. When in reserve mode, his internal batter will slowly recharge on his own, with no assistance over the span of four to six hours. While in reserve he can only lift about three hundred pounds and takes a 65% loss in speed and maneuverability. He is also exceptionally weak to any kind of EMP or super electro-current device or ability unless he has been given some kind on electrical resistor as a part of his load-out, so as to not make him completely useless when fighting against an EMP based foe. Any of his parts can be damaged to place them out of commission, such as his leg thrusters, or weapon attachments. He will also sink in any large body of water, less his thruster switched for rotors. But when customized in certain ways he will have to give up either mobility, weapons, or both. Disabling his arms will effectively halve his battle output.
Biography: Dr. Geppe was always interested in machines, since he was young. He would marvel at all the inventions and breakthroughs people had made, and this interest never seemed to taper off. He spent a large portion of his live studying both the mechanical and the motorized. He truly did have a love for machines. Soon enough, he met the woman who shared his interest, Mary Stein, and the two of them fell deeply in love with each other. They married five months after they had met.
Dr. Geppe and his wife were inseparable, but this would not last. When his wife was to give birth to their child, tragedy struck. Due to a complication both mother and child had faded from his life. This didn't sit well with the inventor. He grow bitter and cynical. His life, even his machines had lost all of their meaning. After living several years by selling his once prized possessions, an idea came to the man's mind.
If fate were so keen on taking his family from him, then the good Doctor would simply have to go against fate. It had been nineteen years since the accident and with that in mind he set about crafting a son who wouldn't die due to any mere, human complication. After several more years of tireless work, at long last, the man's greatest. and most resolute invention would be complete.
Dr. Geppe raised this new son, teaching him everything he knew. Since this was a new beginning, for the both of them, he named the android Alpha. Things would've went fine, but an over zealous Warmonger had his men abduct the two of them and forced the Doctor to outfit his child with weapons and combat systems. the good Doctor obeyed stalwartly, but when Alpha, or the EXGR-Combative Unit was ready for fighting, the Doctor turned it on his Captors in an attempt to free the both of them. Dr. Geppe was killed in the process, along with every single member of the private militia.
Now, as Alpha stood alone, in a vast world he didn't completely comprehend he decided to do what he thought his father would approve of. Using his advanced systems and weapons, the android set about stopping criminals and helping innocents. Despite his lack of emotions, he desired something, and that was to make his father proud and create a world his Creator would be proud of. Now Alpha seeks the employment of Seraphim so that he may aid them in their efforts.
Other notes: With no assistance he has a base top speed of 40 miles per hour while running.
Alias: Alpha
Gender: Designed towards being male.
Age: Appears to be around nineteen years old.
Appearance: Alpha appears as a humanoid android with short, jet black hair and dark red eyes. As he was remade with combat in mind, his body is mostly mechanical, although he retains a human-esque figure with a face. He stands at about six feet, and his legs, instead of ending in feet, appear as more of a prong like shape. His body has a somewhat Black and white color scheme with some red bits to it.
Personality: Being a combat android, Alpha is somewhat cold, logical, and stiffly machine-like in his mannerisms, something he can't help. He shows a large amount of curiosity towards human responses and behaviours though, often questioning and analysing things he observes. He was programmed with an emotion based drive within him, but it was simply in the prototype stages when integrated. Dr. Geppe, has however hoped that a breakthrough can be made via extended periods of human interaction. Once he shows enough emotional drive, or at least an unmechanized understanding of morality, his programming will alter itself so that he may make his own choices.
Alignment: Hero
Superpowers: Alpha is outfitted with a variety of internal weapons. Power wise, he is simply incredibly agile, resilient, and strong. His wrists contain ammunition and slots for additional weapons to be outfitted, such as small grenade launchers, or portable mini-guns but within his hands also lie a potent weapon, his fingers can slide open at the very ends and each finger can work like an automatic weapon. He is capable of flight thanks to thrusters in his legs and he has enhanced robot sensors for sight and sound. His left arm is also outfitted with a retractable blade. In dire situations he can activate Exceed mode, and gains bonuses to his agility and strength, but this will burn up his energy in a matter of minutes, and will leave him vulnerable.
Weaknesses: Runs off an internal energy source that recharges over time. Since this powers not only himself, but his weapons, running out of power shifts him into reserve energy until he can restore his power. In reserve mode he can't use any of his advanced systems or weapons and must simply rely on his strength and agility. He also, unless his programming states otherwise cannot harm innocent people in almost any given circumstance. Take a hostage and he won't risk harming them unless he is sure he can save them in the process of taking out the target. When in reserve mode, his internal batter will slowly recharge on his own, with no assistance over the span of four to six hours. While in reserve he can only lift about three hundred pounds and takes a 65% loss in speed and maneuverability. He is also exceptionally weak to any kind of EMP or super electro-current device or ability unless he has been given some kind on electrical resistor as a part of his load-out, so as to not make him completely useless when fighting against an EMP based foe. Any of his parts can be damaged to place them out of commission, such as his leg thrusters, or weapon attachments. He will also sink in any large body of water, less his thruster switched for rotors. But when customized in certain ways he will have to give up either mobility, weapons, or both. Disabling his arms will effectively halve his battle output.
Biography: Dr. Geppe was always interested in machines, since he was young. He would marvel at all the inventions and breakthroughs people had made, and this interest never seemed to taper off. He spent a large portion of his live studying both the mechanical and the motorized. He truly did have a love for machines. Soon enough, he met the woman who shared his interest, Mary Stein, and the two of them fell deeply in love with each other. They married five months after they had met.
Dr. Geppe and his wife were inseparable, but this would not last. When his wife was to give birth to their child, tragedy struck. Due to a complication both mother and child had faded from his life. This didn't sit well with the inventor. He grow bitter and cynical. His life, even his machines had lost all of their meaning. After living several years by selling his once prized possessions, an idea came to the man's mind.
If fate were so keen on taking his family from him, then the good Doctor would simply have to go against fate. It had been nineteen years since the accident and with that in mind he set about crafting a son who wouldn't die due to any mere, human complication. After several more years of tireless work, at long last, the man's greatest. and most resolute invention would be complete.
Dr. Geppe raised this new son, teaching him everything he knew. Since this was a new beginning, for the both of them, he named the android Alpha. Things would've went fine, but an over zealous Warmonger had his men abduct the two of them and forced the Doctor to outfit his child with weapons and combat systems. the good Doctor obeyed stalwartly, but when Alpha, or the EXGR-Combative Unit was ready for fighting, the Doctor turned it on his Captors in an attempt to free the both of them. Dr. Geppe was killed in the process, along with every single member of the private militia.
Now, as Alpha stood alone, in a vast world he didn't completely comprehend he decided to do what he thought his father would approve of. Using his advanced systems and weapons, the android set about stopping criminals and helping innocents. Despite his lack of emotions, he desired something, and that was to make his father proud and create a world his Creator would be proud of. Now Alpha seeks the employment of Seraphim so that he may aid them in their efforts.
Other notes: With no assistance he has a base top speed of 40 miles per hour while running.
thanks manShadowstar38 said:it works like this.InfinityCubed said:Also, I don't know how to do the collapsing thing for the character sheet, sorry
[spoiler ] All the stuff you typed[/ spoiler]
But DONT put spaces where you see in put spaces.
Alright, this is pretty cool. I really don't see anything wrong with it.Safe in the Dark said:
Name: Tristan Caldwell
Alias: Dead ringer
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tristan is 6'4 tall and weighs 200lbs. He has tall black straight hair and grayish black eyes. He wears a white combat suit that covers his whole body except for his head. The suit is mostly bulletproof and he wears it almost the entire day. Tristan has an average body type with quite some muscles. He has a small scar running down his lip made by a knife. He carries a set of 12 throwing knives and a leather knife holder. He also keeps a hand pistol with him just in case. And he has a large knife which he usually carries with him. And a small bag filled with all kinds of homemade grenades.
He never wears the helmet.
Personality: Tristan shies away from people as touching him hurts them. He might be a bit awkward because of his lack of social interaction. He is very driven to take down supervillians. He is a kind person but he is merciless when dealing with villains. In his eyes there is only 1 way to cure such fiends, death. He likes to talk to people alone but he dislikes being in groups larger than 8. He generally keeps his power to himself, since some people hate him for him having copying powers. He is quite smart and he is brave he will not back down easily. He is very driven to hunt villains down, maybe a bit too driven. Especially when one of them could have been among the 10 that attacked his friend.
Alignment: Superhero
Superpowers: Power Copying: Tristan is able to learn any power, he learns it through touching someone who has that power. He will start with a weakened version but eventually, it will become just as strong as it is for the person he copied it off. He can keep to 2 copied powers at the same time. No matter how strong or weak.
Temporary powers:
1 Parkour mastery: This power was stolen from a master thief who had trained his whole life in park our. With this power Tristan is able to run at an amazing high speed, and climb jump and do most movements faster and better.
2 Knife and Bomb mastery: The thief also used knives and bombs. With this power Tristan is able to throw and use knives at the level of a professional knife thrower.
Weaknesses:
Searing Touch: When people touch him their skin begins to hurt and they need to release him. However those only seem to work when people touch him with neutral or friendly intent. People with hostile intent can touch his skin just fine.
2 Power limit: Taking on another power when he already has 2, makes him forced to unlearn one of the 2 that he originally had. He will however not forget how he used the unlearned power, so if he learns it again it is as strong as it previously was.
Biography: During Tristan birth something strange happened. The doctor that held him screamed in pain, as he quickly placed the baby onto a nearby table. For some reason they couldn't touch the baby. The baby was raised by his parents who tried all kinds of ways to be able to touch him without being hurt, eventually they found out that thick layered clothing was enough. While most parents would have given up or treated him different Tristan parents did not. He was treated like any other kid. But his power made him want to be alone, as he didn't want to hurt people on accident. He sat in the back of the class an rarely spoke with anyone. Some kids used to pick on him until one was dumb enough to try and hit him. It hurtled him allot more the Tristan however. After this incident Tristan was left alone.
The older he got the more he noticed how different he was. Most people were forming all kinds of bonds while Tristan was always alone. This made him want to be alone even more, his grades in school were generally quite high but only a handful of people even knew his real name. That was when he met her while walking back from school one day at age 15 he met a beautiful girl she looked about 16. Doing what he normally did he ignored her and walked past her to his home, This was when their shoulders briefly touched. She yelled in surprise as he apologized. He then felt light for some reason he began to feel lighter and lighter. Then he was slowly lifted from the ground. By this point he was panicking. Since when could he fly?!
The girl laughed as she saw the helpless Tristan slowly ascending. She then grabbed his collar and pulled him down to the ground. She asked him how long he had been able to fly. He responded with "I never knew I could do it until just now." The girl seemed surprised. She asked him about his name and before they knew it they had been talking for a few hours. She told him that she had to go but that she would be on the same spot in a week. Tristan stayed behind looking up at the sky before he went home. He flew a bit on his way back just for fun, He could already feel that he was getting better at it each time he tried it.
He practiced flying allot in the week during their first meeting and what would be their second meeting. He was already quite good at flying able to maintain it for quite long and he could fly quite fast. It was then that they met up again. She told him that she could fly and demonstrated her power. Tristan was baffled he never knew there were other like him. They spend the day flying around the town. She showed him all kinds of tricks and techniques to go faster. After that day they promised to meet again, when they met again she told him that he was invited to a party. He had never been to a party but figured why not? It wasn?t like he had something to lose. So he followed her back to her home.
She lived in a special kind of circus famous for all kinds of impossible tricks. Tristan now knew how did they those were able to pull of these impossible tricks, it was of course by using their superpowers. Tristan met allot of people on the party, while he like always tried to be alone that wasn?t really an option here. They grabbed his hand and shoved him onto the dance floor, the rest of the party was great Tristan had never experienced something like that before. He was then taken to her father the leader of the circus. He introduced himself to him and her father seemed really pleased to meet him. He told him that next to a regular circus this was also a training camp for superheroes. Tristan was invited to train with them, he was allowed to copy people?s powers and then train until he master them. The next 6 years were spend mostly living his normal life but going to the woods to train whenever he could. His parents were really happy to see that he had made quite allot of friends. The training made him faster and stronger than a normal human. If he got super strength and trained that for awhile, but after a while chose another power and abandoned super strength he himself had still become quite a lot stronger.
But then it happened, one day while in school he saw smoke coming from the woods. He didn't hesitate for a moment and ran out of school ignoring the threats of detention. The closer he got to the forest the more smoke there was, he then used his ability which was still flight at the moment. He flew above to camp only to see it in ruins with all of the people dead. He landed in the middle of the camp he, he looked around but that was when he heard a sound. He turned around to find some kind of crazed clown. The clown threw several explosives at him he just managed to dodge them. The clown grabbed a knife and the fight continued for about 10 minutes. Eventually however the moment that would decide the fight came.
The clown jumped high up into the air using one of the tents as a trampoline. He tried to stab him but ended up cutting his hand destroying his glove. Tristan grabbed the man without his glove absorbing his power but losing flight so he began to fall down. The clown laughed as he screamed "DIE!" He threw a knife at Tristan. Too bad for him he didn?t know that was one of the powers he absorbed. Tristan managed to catch the knife between 2 fingers turn it around, and before the clown could recover he threw it aiming for his skull. He hit the clown right between his eyes the knife going right through the man?s skull. He landed quite hard on the ground almost shattering his arm if it hadn't been for his new parkour skill.
Looking through the tents revealed to Tristan that everyone was dead. But they had been killed in different matters about 11 different ones. If he had to guess 11 people together had done this one was dead so still 10 left. The tents were burning the only place he had really felt like he belonged was gone. He swore that he would find the other villains who had done this and kill them too, he had heard of a side branch they had and he left his home. His parents understood why he left and the accepted it. He traveled to the side branch and received more training there. He was done at the age of 24 now the time for revenge was finally upon him. He had trained quite allot and he was well rounded with most weapons, as well as having a well trained body. He has hired secure storage space in the city where he will move to now. In the storage he keeps arsenal of weapons. (all either from his previous train group or their side branch.) He keeps these weapons so he can pick from a wide array of weapons, when he picks new weapons to better suit his new powers.
Other notes: -
Alias: Dead ringer
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Appearance: Tristan is 6'4 tall and weighs 200lbs. He has tall black straight hair and grayish black eyes. He wears a white combat suit that covers his whole body except for his head. The suit is mostly bulletproof and he wears it almost the entire day. Tristan has an average body type with quite some muscles. He has a small scar running down his lip made by a knife. He carries a set of 12 throwing knives and a leather knife holder. He also keeps a hand pistol with him just in case. And he has a large knife which he usually carries with him. And a small bag filled with all kinds of homemade grenades.
He never wears the helmet.
Personality: Tristan shies away from people as touching him hurts them. He might be a bit awkward because of his lack of social interaction. He is very driven to take down supervillians. He is a kind person but he is merciless when dealing with villains. In his eyes there is only 1 way to cure such fiends, death. He likes to talk to people alone but he dislikes being in groups larger than 8. He generally keeps his power to himself, since some people hate him for him having copying powers. He is quite smart and he is brave he will not back down easily. He is very driven to hunt villains down, maybe a bit too driven. Especially when one of them could have been among the 10 that attacked his friend.
Alignment: Superhero
Superpowers: Power Copying: Tristan is able to learn any power, he learns it through touching someone who has that power. He will start with a weakened version but eventually, it will become just as strong as it is for the person he copied it off. He can keep to 2 copied powers at the same time. No matter how strong or weak.
Temporary powers:
1 Parkour mastery: This power was stolen from a master thief who had trained his whole life in park our. With this power Tristan is able to run at an amazing high speed, and climb jump and do most movements faster and better.
2 Knife and Bomb mastery: The thief also used knives and bombs. With this power Tristan is able to throw and use knives at the level of a professional knife thrower.
Weaknesses:
Searing Touch: When people touch him their skin begins to hurt and they need to release him. However those only seem to work when people touch him with neutral or friendly intent. People with hostile intent can touch his skin just fine.
2 Power limit: Taking on another power when he already has 2, makes him forced to unlearn one of the 2 that he originally had. He will however not forget how he used the unlearned power, so if he learns it again it is as strong as it previously was.
Biography: During Tristan birth something strange happened. The doctor that held him screamed in pain, as he quickly placed the baby onto a nearby table. For some reason they couldn't touch the baby. The baby was raised by his parents who tried all kinds of ways to be able to touch him without being hurt, eventually they found out that thick layered clothing was enough. While most parents would have given up or treated him different Tristan parents did not. He was treated like any other kid. But his power made him want to be alone, as he didn't want to hurt people on accident. He sat in the back of the class an rarely spoke with anyone. Some kids used to pick on him until one was dumb enough to try and hit him. It hurtled him allot more the Tristan however. After this incident Tristan was left alone.
The older he got the more he noticed how different he was. Most people were forming all kinds of bonds while Tristan was always alone. This made him want to be alone even more, his grades in school were generally quite high but only a handful of people even knew his real name. That was when he met her while walking back from school one day at age 15 he met a beautiful girl she looked about 16. Doing what he normally did he ignored her and walked past her to his home, This was when their shoulders briefly touched. She yelled in surprise as he apologized. He then felt light for some reason he began to feel lighter and lighter. Then he was slowly lifted from the ground. By this point he was panicking. Since when could he fly?!
The girl laughed as she saw the helpless Tristan slowly ascending. She then grabbed his collar and pulled him down to the ground. She asked him how long he had been able to fly. He responded with "I never knew I could do it until just now." The girl seemed surprised. She asked him about his name and before they knew it they had been talking for a few hours. She told him that she had to go but that she would be on the same spot in a week. Tristan stayed behind looking up at the sky before he went home. He flew a bit on his way back just for fun, He could already feel that he was getting better at it each time he tried it.
He practiced flying allot in the week during their first meeting and what would be their second meeting. He was already quite good at flying able to maintain it for quite long and he could fly quite fast. It was then that they met up again. She told him that she could fly and demonstrated her power. Tristan was baffled he never knew there were other like him. They spend the day flying around the town. She showed him all kinds of tricks and techniques to go faster. After that day they promised to meet again, when they met again she told him that he was invited to a party. He had never been to a party but figured why not? It wasn?t like he had something to lose. So he followed her back to her home.
She lived in a special kind of circus famous for all kinds of impossible tricks. Tristan now knew how did they those were able to pull of these impossible tricks, it was of course by using their superpowers. Tristan met allot of people on the party, while he like always tried to be alone that wasn?t really an option here. They grabbed his hand and shoved him onto the dance floor, the rest of the party was great Tristan had never experienced something like that before. He was then taken to her father the leader of the circus. He introduced himself to him and her father seemed really pleased to meet him. He told him that next to a regular circus this was also a training camp for superheroes. Tristan was invited to train with them, he was allowed to copy people?s powers and then train until he master them. The next 6 years were spend mostly living his normal life but going to the woods to train whenever he could. His parents were really happy to see that he had made quite allot of friends. The training made him faster and stronger than a normal human. If he got super strength and trained that for awhile, but after a while chose another power and abandoned super strength he himself had still become quite a lot stronger.
But then it happened, one day while in school he saw smoke coming from the woods. He didn't hesitate for a moment and ran out of school ignoring the threats of detention. The closer he got to the forest the more smoke there was, he then used his ability which was still flight at the moment. He flew above to camp only to see it in ruins with all of the people dead. He landed in the middle of the camp he, he looked around but that was when he heard a sound. He turned around to find some kind of crazed clown. The clown threw several explosives at him he just managed to dodge them. The clown grabbed a knife and the fight continued for about 10 minutes. Eventually however the moment that would decide the fight came.
The clown jumped high up into the air using one of the tents as a trampoline. He tried to stab him but ended up cutting his hand destroying his glove. Tristan grabbed the man without his glove absorbing his power but losing flight so he began to fall down. The clown laughed as he screamed "DIE!" He threw a knife at Tristan. Too bad for him he didn?t know that was one of the powers he absorbed. Tristan managed to catch the knife between 2 fingers turn it around, and before the clown could recover he threw it aiming for his skull. He hit the clown right between his eyes the knife going right through the man?s skull. He landed quite hard on the ground almost shattering his arm if it hadn't been for his new parkour skill.
Looking through the tents revealed to Tristan that everyone was dead. But they had been killed in different matters about 11 different ones. If he had to guess 11 people together had done this one was dead so still 10 left. The tents were burning the only place he had really felt like he belonged was gone. He swore that he would find the other villains who had done this and kill them too, he had heard of a side branch they had and he left his home. His parents understood why he left and the accepted it. He traveled to the side branch and received more training there. He was done at the age of 24 now the time for revenge was finally upon him. He had trained quite allot and he was well rounded with most weapons, as well as having a well trained body. He has hired secure storage space in the city where he will move to now. In the storage he keeps arsenal of weapons. (all either from his previous train group or their side branch.) He keeps these weapons so he can pick from a wide array of weapons, when he picks new weapons to better suit his new powers.
Other notes: -
Second sheet and hero this time.
Reading back I now I see that if I stuck to what I typed she would be a horn dog in less than opportune situations. Need to fix that asap, and thanks for pointing out "dry humid".Captainguy42 said:
-You actually got it right I wanted to make her power not lethal at least at first she could grow into more deadly uses but if you read through the characters a few pages back all you see is cliche and deadly power houses who lost their memory or are thousands of years old I prefer a utility character who is a tad more grounded but still useful. Besides if that was the case I could almost unstoppably kill most other characters by way of not having to dodge and dragging their parts out of them.
-As far as extending I think being able to use her abilities to change other people's molecules too would be a great addition to the character and make for some very interesting power mixing...And the time limit was not much of an issue I think I'd make it more like a solid half hour of phasing and then she would need to rest as if she'd run a very long distance like the power uses large amounts of her body's stored energy.
-Movement had me stumped for a bit but I think I'll try and hand-wave it as she can change different parts of her body to phase through different objects at different times eg. walking along solid ground and dragging her had along the other side of a wall
Would be nice to get any feedback on my own as well, if willing. I haven't seriously roleplayed for a year or so, so yeah, criticism welcome, please.