An air of sadness filled the room as the news was processed by 3 of Maldeath's former Students While they knew little of the man, they couldn't help but feel sorrow over his passing.
"Dammit...He was the only lead to my past..."
"...Really Maldeath? I came all this way for your little project, and then you just up and die? We haven't even been here a day!"
"Both of you, keep it down, there's more..."
A collective plan began to form.
""Hey, you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Sounds like somebodies are about to get Parole..."
And so our Villains began staging a jail break...
Alright, one thing very clear, this is NOT my Idea, the original RP was all of Fallen-Angel Risen-Demon's idea, just due to people dropping out, we are rebooting it, M'kay?
The world his much like our own but with Super-Heroes and...Well...More Super-Heroes. As it stands, heroes have gotten a little overzealous. Since the disappearance of most villains, giving up because of being constantly beaten, they have taken to beating up anyone who does anything against the law, even littering. The governments can't do anything, being to weak to be able to fight off the countless heroes, and the people of earth live ever-fearful lives under their oppressive overlord heroes.
They control everything, have people everywhere. The media, the newspapers, the banks, the hot-dog stands... There a few places you can go where you aren't under their eye, few things that aren't controlled by them. The world is safe sure, but it's not free. What's life without freedom?
In short, the world needs villains. Villains who the heroes can fight and be occupied with, so that they are unable to oppress the rest of normal humanity.
Maldeath was trying to recruit several Villains to make this possible but with him dead, this plans have been ruined...
Or have they?...
Yes...
Yes they have, still, we can try though, right?...
They control everything, have people everywhere. The media, the newspapers, the banks, the hot-dog stands... There a few places you can go where you aren't under their eye, few things that aren't controlled by them. The world is safe sure, but it's not free. What's life without freedom?
In short, the world needs villains. Villains who the heroes can fight and be occupied with, so that they are unable to oppress the rest of normal humanity.
Maldeath was trying to recruit several Villains to make this possible but with him dead, this plans have been ruined...
Or have they?...
Yes...
Yes they have, still, we can try though, right?...
Name: Derp, I wonder what goes here.
Alias: The name your villain goes by when doing villain things.
Gender: Deciphering the code as to what goes here proves your worth.
Age: Try to make it somewhat young, these are new villains.
Appearance: I'm not too bothered about this part, so a picture'll do just fine if you want. A paragraph for those of you who want to describe your character that way.
Powers/Skills: Basically what your villain-in-training does. Lightning bolts? Magic? Martial arts? Don't make it too OP. Also, I want some variation in the powers. So try to make yours different from the others.
History: Your villain-to-be's past, obviously. Include the origin of their powers in some way, and have why they want to be a villain at all. Make it at least a paragraph or something.
Alias: The name your villain goes by when doing villain things.
Gender: Deciphering the code as to what goes here proves your worth.
Age: Try to make it somewhat young, these are new villains.
Appearance: I'm not too bothered about this part, so a picture'll do just fine if you want. A paragraph for those of you who want to describe your character that way.
Powers/Skills: Basically what your villain-in-training does. Lightning bolts? Magic? Martial arts? Don't make it too OP. Also, I want some variation in the powers. So try to make yours different from the others.
History: Your villain-to-be's past, obviously. Include the origin of their powers in some way, and have why they want to be a villain at all. Make it at least a paragraph or something.
Parallelogram Peninsula (Parapen for short) is exactly what it says on the tin, a peninsula shaped like a parallelogram, located along the west cost of America. A long stretch of land, now turned into a road, reaches out until it opens up into it's parallelogram shape, about six miles across and three miles along.
On the peninsula is a large city, covering almost the entirety of the land. The city is very varied, having both high and clean skyscrapers and smaller dingy buildings. There's even a small area that is covered in a forest and other wildlife.
It used to be a dark place where crime was high, one of the worst cities to live in the whole of America. These days... It's still one of the worst cities to live in the whole of America, only for different reasons. Due to how things were it has almost become a hub of hero activity and where people are oppressed the most. It's estimated that about 1/5th of the population is a 'hero', making it one of the most oppressed countries in America. Perhaps even the world.
On the peninsula is a large city, covering almost the entirety of the land. The city is very varied, having both high and clean skyscrapers and smaller dingy buildings. There's even a small area that is covered in a forest and other wildlife.
It used to be a dark place where crime was high, one of the worst cities to live in the whole of America. These days... It's still one of the worst cities to live in the whole of America, only for different reasons. Due to how things were it has almost become a hub of hero activity and where people are oppressed the most. It's estimated that about 1/5th of the population is a 'hero', making it one of the most oppressed countries in America. Perhaps even the world.
Existing Characters:
Name : Rugal Bernstein
Alias: Rugal
Gender: Male
Age: originally 46, New Body is 15
Appearance:
Power/Skills:
Above average strength and speed.
Can Copy other Fighting Moves be merely watching them.
Ki Projection, a small ground fireball (REPPU-KEN!) and a larger one that needs to be charged. (KAISER WAVE!)
Can make a Aura around his Arms and Legs that makes all attacks razor sharp.
Can Use Ki to make a small shield on his arm to send other similar Ki Attacks back (DARK BARRIER!)
Trained in a form of Martial Arts that includes nearly Every Fighting style known to man.
Weakness: Is human otherwise with all that entails (Bullets, Poison, Etc), Overuse of Ki Moves results in becoming weak and possibly fainting.
History: The Original Rugal was one of the most fear Martial Artist's/ Arms Dealers back in the Golden Era of Villainy. He cartel had links everywhere in the know world, controlling entire nations, making him a very wealthy man. He travelled all over the world, Killing Rivals and taking their style's and techniques for his own to become the strongest Fighter in History. However, Due to the rise of the Heroes, He was struck down and was nearly killed. To Avoid death for the 27th time, He ordered his Men to create a new body for him so he could rise again. However, during a raid on his private BattleShip, The BlackNoah, as his was transferring his soul, he was trapped in the Fluid Tank as the Men who were to finish the process were all killed. The Ship self-destructed and Rugal's Body fell to the sea-floor for the next few decades.
After finally washing up on a beach someplace, Rugal managed to awaken, but due to the interruption in the transfer, He has no Idea who he was. He travelled and remembered a faction of his moves until he heard the call from Professor Maldeath, A name which rang a bell.
He answered the call to try and find out some more about himself and because working for one of the most Evil men in History "Felt right some-how..."
Alias: Rugal
Gender: Male
Age: originally 46, New Body is 15
Appearance:
Power/Skills:
Above average strength and speed.
Can Copy other Fighting Moves be merely watching them.
Ki Projection, a small ground fireball (REPPU-KEN!) and a larger one that needs to be charged. (KAISER WAVE!)
Can make a Aura around his Arms and Legs that makes all attacks razor sharp.
Can Use Ki to make a small shield on his arm to send other similar Ki Attacks back (DARK BARRIER!)
Trained in a form of Martial Arts that includes nearly Every Fighting style known to man.
Weakness: Is human otherwise with all that entails (Bullets, Poison, Etc), Overuse of Ki Moves results in becoming weak and possibly fainting.
History: The Original Rugal was one of the most fear Martial Artist's/ Arms Dealers back in the Golden Era of Villainy. He cartel had links everywhere in the know world, controlling entire nations, making him a very wealthy man. He travelled all over the world, Killing Rivals and taking their style's and techniques for his own to become the strongest Fighter in History. However, Due to the rise of the Heroes, He was struck down and was nearly killed. To Avoid death for the 27th time, He ordered his Men to create a new body for him so he could rise again. However, during a raid on his private BattleShip, The BlackNoah, as his was transferring his soul, he was trapped in the Fluid Tank as the Men who were to finish the process were all killed. The Ship self-destructed and Rugal's Body fell to the sea-floor for the next few decades.
After finally washing up on a beach someplace, Rugal managed to awaken, but due to the interruption in the transfer, He has no Idea who he was. He travelled and remembered a faction of his moves until he heard the call from Professor Maldeath, A name which rang a bell.
He answered the call to try and find out some more about himself and because working for one of the most Evil men in History "Felt right some-how..."
Name: Coraline Jeska Reynolds
Alias: Inferno
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: When she doesn't have her powers active, she looks a little something like this:
But once she has activated her powers, she looks like this:
Powers: Coraline has the ability to wreathe herself in fire. She also has control over flames, including her own. She mainly uses this second ability to use herself as a living flamethrower or to create fireballs.
Personality:
History: Caroline was born to Ryan and Amy Reynolds, a loving and religious family in eastern Kansas. She was always a quiet girl, and never seemed to be a happy child. When Coraline was a young girl, she went with her parents to a bonfire at the farm of one of her classmates. When her parents saw the look in Coraline's eyes when she first saw that great pyre being lit, they made an excuse to leave and rushed Coraline back to the car as she kicked and screamed. She was more sullen than usual for weeks afterwards. As Coraline grew older, the more her parents noticed her disappearing off for hours at a time, reeking of Axe and just a hint of smoke.
The Reynolds may have been the first parents in history to pray that their daughter was smoking cigarettes.
Their question was answered one September morning a few months after Coraline turned sixteen. She was filching a bit of gasoline from her parents car for a bit of personal enjoyment before school when her mother walked into the garage.
Amy Reynolds starts to yell at her daughter.
Coraline screams back at her mother.
Amy calls for her husband.
Ryan comes in and joins the fray.
Coraline continues to angrily yell at her parents.
As Coraline accusingly thrusts her finger at her mother, Coraline's arm bursts into flames.
For the second time and last in their lives, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds saw their daughter smile.
Origin of Coraline's Powers: It goes a little something like this [http://www.gunnerkrigg.com//comics/00000822.jpg].
Alias: Inferno
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Appearance: When she doesn't have her powers active, she looks a little something like this:
But once she has activated her powers, she looks like this:
Powers: Coraline has the ability to wreathe herself in fire. She also has control over flames, including her own. She mainly uses this second ability to use herself as a living flamethrower or to create fireballs.
Personality:
Coraline is extremely hotheaded [pun intended] and impatient. She is more than slightly... look, I don't believe it is necessary for me to state the personality disorders evident in an individual who enjoys (or more accurately revels) in covering her enemies (or anything, really) with gouts of flame while laughing maniacally so I'll move on.Inferno said:
History: Caroline was born to Ryan and Amy Reynolds, a loving and religious family in eastern Kansas. She was always a quiet girl, and never seemed to be a happy child. When Coraline was a young girl, she went with her parents to a bonfire at the farm of one of her classmates. When her parents saw the look in Coraline's eyes when she first saw that great pyre being lit, they made an excuse to leave and rushed Coraline back to the car as she kicked and screamed. She was more sullen than usual for weeks afterwards. As Coraline grew older, the more her parents noticed her disappearing off for hours at a time, reeking of Axe and just a hint of smoke.
The Reynolds may have been the first parents in history to pray that their daughter was smoking cigarettes.
Their question was answered one September morning a few months after Coraline turned sixteen. She was filching a bit of gasoline from her parents car for a bit of personal enjoyment before school when her mother walked into the garage.
Amy Reynolds starts to yell at her daughter.
Coraline screams back at her mother.
Amy calls for her husband.
Ryan comes in and joins the fray.
Coraline continues to angrily yell at her parents.
As Coraline accusingly thrusts her finger at her mother, Coraline's arm bursts into flames.
For the second time and last in their lives, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds saw their daughter smile.
Origin of Coraline's Powers: It goes a little something like this [http://www.gunnerkrigg.com//comics/00000822.jpg].
Name: Ash Wales
Alias: Red-0 ("Red Zero")
Gender: Female.
Age: 22
Power:
Barriers
Red here can make translucent red membranes/barriers that stops material and energy motion that 'collide' with them. It glows red menacingly, but doesn't have any harmful effects on objects other than what Newton's Third Law would imply -- it's basically a wall there, as long as she can keep the barrier up. The barriers are usually stationary, but Ash can coat herself with a barrier that allows her to move.
Limits to her power include size, distance, movement, and amount of force exerted on the walls -- she can only make them perform so well, and stretching her limits in one area will cause a weakening in others, and overexertion can tire her out. Ash's power is inherited from some genetic abnormality that both she and her brother had, though Ash has no idea as to any specifics.
That's her only power, but she usually carries a knife and baton for close-quarters combat.
Appearance:
The Costume
A dark red -- nearly black -- cloak (hood affixed up, but the thing's detachable if needed) that doesn't quite go all the way down to her legs, along with clothes that are thick enough to hide her body features.
The style of shirt: http://a.sccdn.net/products-10/486x/10456.jpg
She wears thick blood red pants and a black belt along with that, can't find a suitable image for those at the moment.
Ash wears a featureless black mask over her face (which, upon close inspection, seems to be entirely made of material she can see through) with a voice modifier underneath.[Ash has to put a fair amount of work into being intimidating, since her power isn't very scary at first and she's trying to go for "The Faceless" sort of image].
Always wears black gloves and boots as well, to complete the image: No skin or hair is showing at any given time as long as her uniform isn't damaged.
The style of gloves: http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/398943522/45cm-long-elbow-kid-leather-lady-gloves-black-S-M-L-XL-free-shipping.jpg
What the Person Looks Like
5'5", lightly tanned and underweight, though not quite angular. Someone else's character sheet mentioned the word "buxom" right around here; Ash is far from that.
She has vibrant red hair, though it's only shoulder-length, and light blue eyes that glow red when she's using her power. She has a thin scar on her right leg from when she crashed on her bike one time as a kid.
Background: Ash has actually lived in Parapen her whole life, her parents having moved there before Ash and her older brother were born to live in the utopia that the superheroes promised. Life was mostly normal for the four, until one of the Wales mysteriously gained a superpower.
It wasn't Ash. It was her brother, Mark. He'd gained the ability to heal -- and augment his body -- with a mystical blue aura, that he'd gained when the Wales' house was being robbed one night. The family accepted him immediately, and were proud when he wanted to join the superheroes.
Ash, while a bit jealous, had supported her older brother while he gained some fame under the identity of Blues (for all his good traits, Mark wasn't original), and had wanted to join him at first. However, while Blues was the superhero the world wanted... the other heroes had more encompassing goals than he, and Blues would come to oppose the totalitarian heroes. Sadly, Blues could not keep his civilian identity secret forever, and the wrong people found out.
One night, the Wales residence was raided by a group of heroes, claiming that Mark was under arrest for some crime -- Ash wouldn't remember what excuse they used. Seeing the truth of what was going on, Mark attempted to surrender peacefully, but the heroes made it clear he would have to fight when they mentioned that his family would be involved. Mark fought well, but one of the heroes was able to mortally wound him, and went after Ash's parents in front of the two, getting to them before Ash could stop the hero from causing harm -- her power manifested at some point during the chaos, but she was too late to save anyone but herself. As his dying words, Blues only expressed pride for his little sister, and asked for her to forgive him for trusting those that called themselves heroes.
Ash adopted her own super identity, which would come to be called "Red-0", to support herself in a life of crime and be free of those who claim to protect.
This was some time ago, however, and Ash had gotten her revenge on the heroes directly responsible for her family's demise. She honestly grew to enjoy the lifestyle of a villain over the years, even if she isn't quite the card-carrying sort that Maldeath is.
And honestly? It's fun, and to live free makes one a villain anyway, so why not go all the way with it?
Alias: Red-0 ("Red Zero")
Gender: Female.
Age: 22
Power:
Barriers
Red here can make translucent red membranes/barriers that stops material and energy motion that 'collide' with them. It glows red menacingly, but doesn't have any harmful effects on objects other than what Newton's Third Law would imply -- it's basically a wall there, as long as she can keep the barrier up. The barriers are usually stationary, but Ash can coat herself with a barrier that allows her to move.
Limits to her power include size, distance, movement, and amount of force exerted on the walls -- she can only make them perform so well, and stretching her limits in one area will cause a weakening in others, and overexertion can tire her out. Ash's power is inherited from some genetic abnormality that both she and her brother had, though Ash has no idea as to any specifics.
That's her only power, but she usually carries a knife and baton for close-quarters combat.
Appearance:
The Costume
A dark red -- nearly black -- cloak (hood affixed up, but the thing's detachable if needed) that doesn't quite go all the way down to her legs, along with clothes that are thick enough to hide her body features.
The style of shirt: http://a.sccdn.net/products-10/486x/10456.jpg
She wears thick blood red pants and a black belt along with that, can't find a suitable image for those at the moment.
Ash wears a featureless black mask over her face (which, upon close inspection, seems to be entirely made of material she can see through) with a voice modifier underneath.[Ash has to put a fair amount of work into being intimidating, since her power isn't very scary at first and she's trying to go for "The Faceless" sort of image].
Always wears black gloves and boots as well, to complete the image: No skin or hair is showing at any given time as long as her uniform isn't damaged.
The style of gloves: http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/398943522/45cm-long-elbow-kid-leather-lady-gloves-black-S-M-L-XL-free-shipping.jpg
What the Person Looks Like
5'5", lightly tanned and underweight, though not quite angular. Someone else's character sheet mentioned the word "buxom" right around here; Ash is far from that.
She has vibrant red hair, though it's only shoulder-length, and light blue eyes that glow red when she's using her power. She has a thin scar on her right leg from when she crashed on her bike one time as a kid.
Background: Ash has actually lived in Parapen her whole life, her parents having moved there before Ash and her older brother were born to live in the utopia that the superheroes promised. Life was mostly normal for the four, until one of the Wales mysteriously gained a superpower.
It wasn't Ash. It was her brother, Mark. He'd gained the ability to heal -- and augment his body -- with a mystical blue aura, that he'd gained when the Wales' house was being robbed one night. The family accepted him immediately, and were proud when he wanted to join the superheroes.
Ash, while a bit jealous, had supported her older brother while he gained some fame under the identity of Blues (for all his good traits, Mark wasn't original), and had wanted to join him at first. However, while Blues was the superhero the world wanted... the other heroes had more encompassing goals than he, and Blues would come to oppose the totalitarian heroes. Sadly, Blues could not keep his civilian identity secret forever, and the wrong people found out.
One night, the Wales residence was raided by a group of heroes, claiming that Mark was under arrest for some crime -- Ash wouldn't remember what excuse they used. Seeing the truth of what was going on, Mark attempted to surrender peacefully, but the heroes made it clear he would have to fight when they mentioned that his family would be involved. Mark fought well, but one of the heroes was able to mortally wound him, and went after Ash's parents in front of the two, getting to them before Ash could stop the hero from causing harm -- her power manifested at some point during the chaos, but she was too late to save anyone but herself. As his dying words, Blues only expressed pride for his little sister, and asked for her to forgive him for trusting those that called themselves heroes.
Ash adopted her own super identity, which would come to be called "Red-0", to support herself in a life of crime and be free of those who claim to protect.
This was some time ago, however, and Ash had gotten her revenge on the heroes directly responsible for her family's demise. She honestly grew to enjoy the lifestyle of a villain over the years, even if she isn't quite the card-carrying sort that Maldeath is.
And honestly? It's fun, and to live free makes one a villain anyway, so why not go all the way with it?
Name: Amelia Connoly
Alias: Energea
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'7, slender (about 120 lbs), Caucasian, shoulder-length red-gold hair that is usually tied back, green eyes, multiple piercings in her ears/nose/lips, tribal-style tattoos up her arms and across her back, generally tends to dress casually- her favorite outfit consists of a pink tanktop, a black leather jacket, tight jeans, black leather boots.
Powers/Skills: Can absorb & store energy, either releasing them in bursts or use them to enhance speed & strength. But the energy enhancements only last for a limited time, and she tends to literally "explode" when she gets angry. Also, she can only hold so much energy at a time, and might even become addicted to energy absorption. She also has some experience in street fighting.
History: The only child of a scientist and a nurse, Amelia was always a bit of a trouble child, always off partying, drinking, drugs, etcera, and as her parents were always busy, they never gave her much attention, leading her to run with the wrong crowd. Then one day, Amelia was convinced by her friends to break into her father's workplace in order to steal some tech... just for the hell of it. It just so happened that was the day her father happened to be working on a new method of generating energy, and had just started the machine when Amelia broke in. The resulting backlash of energy zapped the poor girl, sending her to the hospital. When Amelia woke up, she found that she could absorb and manipulate energy. Her father was amazed by this, and wanted to study her. But not wanting to become an experiment, Amelia escaped from the hospital to spend her life the way she wanted, using her new-found powers to live her life the way she wanted, though her old friends were... not looking to come with her, so Amelia went off on her own, now calling herself Energea.
Personality-wise, Amelia is generally a party girl always looking for a good time. But she can also be quite wary about others, considering her experiences, and has a bit of a difficult time trusting people. Her party-girl attitude may be a front for her insecure nature, and at times, she can come across as sarcastic, cynical, and possibly even borderline sociopathic. She's almost always on the move, always looking for a good time, even if the activity it of the illegal sort, as far as shes concerned, that makes it even more fun.
Alias: Energea
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Appearance: 5'7, slender (about 120 lbs), Caucasian, shoulder-length red-gold hair that is usually tied back, green eyes, multiple piercings in her ears/nose/lips, tribal-style tattoos up her arms and across her back, generally tends to dress casually- her favorite outfit consists of a pink tanktop, a black leather jacket, tight jeans, black leather boots.
Powers/Skills: Can absorb & store energy, either releasing them in bursts or use them to enhance speed & strength. But the energy enhancements only last for a limited time, and she tends to literally "explode" when she gets angry. Also, she can only hold so much energy at a time, and might even become addicted to energy absorption. She also has some experience in street fighting.
History: The only child of a scientist and a nurse, Amelia was always a bit of a trouble child, always off partying, drinking, drugs, etcera, and as her parents were always busy, they never gave her much attention, leading her to run with the wrong crowd. Then one day, Amelia was convinced by her friends to break into her father's workplace in order to steal some tech... just for the hell of it. It just so happened that was the day her father happened to be working on a new method of generating energy, and had just started the machine when Amelia broke in. The resulting backlash of energy zapped the poor girl, sending her to the hospital. When Amelia woke up, she found that she could absorb and manipulate energy. Her father was amazed by this, and wanted to study her. But not wanting to become an experiment, Amelia escaped from the hospital to spend her life the way she wanted, using her new-found powers to live her life the way she wanted, though her old friends were... not looking to come with her, so Amelia went off on her own, now calling herself Energea.
Personality-wise, Amelia is generally a party girl always looking for a good time. But she can also be quite wary about others, considering her experiences, and has a bit of a difficult time trusting people. Her party-girl attitude may be a front for her insecure nature, and at times, she can come across as sarcastic, cynical, and possibly even borderline sociopathic. She's almost always on the move, always looking for a good time, even if the activity it of the illegal sort, as far as shes concerned, that makes it even more fun.
Name: Joey Castanzano
Alias: Blue Blood
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Generic Italian mob kid, black hair, 5'8", wears nothing but the best hand tailored suits, silk shirts,tie,pants,coat,etc. occasionally wears a fedora.
Powers/Skills: Able to control flesh,blood,bones, etc. by mere touch, though it tires him to continue doing the same act multiple times, he can only use this a dozen times or less per day, depending on the strength and intensity of the change he causes to his victim's bodies. Healing and regrowing is easier for reasons unknown to him, allowing him to re-knit flesh,make the body produce more blood, that kind of thing.
He also has pretty good aim with his Tommy Gun he keeps on himself at all times, pearl handled,cobalt plated, as it is a family heirloom, he has a name for it as well, which is carved into the back of the trigger handle, Donatello, Donny for short
History: Joey was born into a former mob family, though they had been taken down by the heroes many years prior and he was born into hiding. When he was 19, he watched from inside a panic room with his sisters and mother as his uncle and father were slowly crushed to death by the "hero" that took down his Family, Graviton, a hero with the ability to concentrate gravity in specific places, unable to create it, but moving it. He soon found a button hidden underneath the desk, finding the machine gun and opening the panic room door, and rushed out to aid his family, after firing a few shots at the hero, he was trapped, and slowly had the life crushed out of him in the middle of what was left of his uncle and father. He came to a few hourse later, in a hospital bed that had been called by the activation of the panic room, wrapped in bandages,casts, and splints. He looked around, hoping to find his sisters and mother to greet him, but only found blank space. He noticed a while later that he could easily move his limbs without pain and found a way to take off his casts through a tray of medical instruments on his sidetable. He checked himself out and was picked up by the cops when he left, and taken to the precinct, only to be told that his sisters and mother had met the same fate as the rest of his family. After a few hours of rage,crying, and being locked in a jail cell, he came to the conclusion that it was time to take the fight back to the heroes, and repay them in buckets and barrels of blood. He practiced with his pistol for a straight year, during which he spent the final savings of his family and killed the families of two minor heroes to practice his skills, by causing their bodies to produce too much blood and drowning. He's not sure exactly why he's able to manipulate the bodies of others, but since his crushing into the mess of his family's bodies, he's sometimes felt different emotions that weren't his own while feeling nothing in particular. He blames himself for his family's death, and broods over it often, after which he flies into an uncontrollable rage, flipping tables, breaking walls, shooting pillows, ripping apart animals if he gets his hands on them, etc.
Alias: Blue Blood
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Appearance: Generic Italian mob kid, black hair, 5'8", wears nothing but the best hand tailored suits, silk shirts,tie,pants,coat,etc. occasionally wears a fedora.
Powers/Skills: Able to control flesh,blood,bones, etc. by mere touch, though it tires him to continue doing the same act multiple times, he can only use this a dozen times or less per day, depending on the strength and intensity of the change he causes to his victim's bodies. Healing and regrowing is easier for reasons unknown to him, allowing him to re-knit flesh,make the body produce more blood, that kind of thing.
He also has pretty good aim with his Tommy Gun he keeps on himself at all times, pearl handled,cobalt plated, as it is a family heirloom, he has a name for it as well, which is carved into the back of the trigger handle, Donatello, Donny for short
History: Joey was born into a former mob family, though they had been taken down by the heroes many years prior and he was born into hiding. When he was 19, he watched from inside a panic room with his sisters and mother as his uncle and father were slowly crushed to death by the "hero" that took down his Family, Graviton, a hero with the ability to concentrate gravity in specific places, unable to create it, but moving it. He soon found a button hidden underneath the desk, finding the machine gun and opening the panic room door, and rushed out to aid his family, after firing a few shots at the hero, he was trapped, and slowly had the life crushed out of him in the middle of what was left of his uncle and father. He came to a few hourse later, in a hospital bed that had been called by the activation of the panic room, wrapped in bandages,casts, and splints. He looked around, hoping to find his sisters and mother to greet him, but only found blank space. He noticed a while later that he could easily move his limbs without pain and found a way to take off his casts through a tray of medical instruments on his sidetable. He checked himself out and was picked up by the cops when he left, and taken to the precinct, only to be told that his sisters and mother had met the same fate as the rest of his family. After a few hours of rage,crying, and being locked in a jail cell, he came to the conclusion that it was time to take the fight back to the heroes, and repay them in buckets and barrels of blood. He practiced with his pistol for a straight year, during which he spent the final savings of his family and killed the families of two minor heroes to practice his skills, by causing their bodies to produce too much blood and drowning. He's not sure exactly why he's able to manipulate the bodies of others, but since his crushing into the mess of his family's bodies, he's sometimes felt different emotions that weren't his own while feeling nothing in particular. He blames himself for his family's death, and broods over it often, after which he flies into an uncontrollable rage, flipping tables, breaking walls, shooting pillows, ripping apart animals if he gets his hands on them, etc.
Name: Roachman. (Sammy Bell, now refers to himself as roachman to anyone that is a perceived enemy or threat, eg, the heroes who tried to help him off the street)
Alias: "ROACHMAAAN!!!"
Gender: Roach-man.
Age: "Nearly 18!" (17)
Powers: Resilience of a cockroach! Can survive being thrown about alot, smashed, crushed, squashed, flattened, trodden, compacted and stepped on, unless you have massive feet as a power.
He is also very strong, dexterous and can cling to Walls and ceilings. He sports a set of large, yellow wings (ref. Tarantula hawk) and large, powerful mandibles, the wings can close down when they are not in use and have sharp edges which defend against what comes close while they are flapping. His main weakness is his long antennae, which pay for their sensory benefits. His wings and antennae can grow back if damaged. Like most insects, he loves sweet things and has a strong stomach.
His fighting style involves the use of his powerful legs and forearms, the latter of which feature four chitin horns. He fights literally like an insect, recklessly and mercilessly. He uses his weight to hit through a block and often aims for the torso and head. He dislikes extreme temperatures, but moreso heat, example, fire.
Appearance: 5ft, roughly, double the average weight of a man his size thanks to a thick chitin under his skin which creates a shock resistant frame. Large yellow wings and chitin horns on the forearms, matty, unkempt brown-grey hair at shoulder length. Darkened skin, with a greyish tint. Muscular, wiry frame with veiny arms and calves. Green blood.
His face is harsh, angular, with a flat nose and a smirk which says "I think I'm better than you.", he has irises that consume his eyes, and when, in light, create a tiny speck of a pupil and in the dark, a deep pool of black. His jawbones feature large mandibles capable of cutting through steel.
His clothing is a White, baggy shirt underneath a stained brown zipper jacket with rips at the back where his wings exit. He wears baggy jeans ripped at the knees and sagging to reveal some underwear. He years black, converse shoes, with torn heels and fronts and a blue and grey striped woollen beanie hat.
History: Sammy was born to the working class Bell family. They lived outside of the city. In school Roachman was a drama queen, a writer, poet and wannabe artiste! He wished to be a master artisan of mastering all arts! He was intelligent, fit and desperate to be admired by all! He joined all clubs and after-school activities he could! But despite the fact he was, indeed decent at all he did, it was found that he still failed to make friends because of his arrogance and desire for slaves as opposed to friends, or servants, rather.
This was all very well, but as life got tougher, as he moved to high school, Roachman found he was unable to handle the pressures of his extra curricular activities as well as his subjects, more subjects, more work, which means less time.
He grades fell, and with few qualifications he left school at 16 to work. With some saved cash and a reckless attitude, Roachman left home and lived in a flat for two months. He struggled to find a feasable job with his qualifications. "Six months experience to wash dishes? How does one make a start in this world!?" at the end of month 2, he was kicked out, and forced to live on the city streets by his own stubborn desire to support himself.
The harsh, cold nights and lack of food was difficult at first, but this is where Sammy became roachman, his stubborn will to live drove him to eat expired, rotten food, and somehow, win impossible fights with violent "heathens" of the streets. This was an odd, inhuman development....
Within several weeks, sammy had became ROACHMAN! A super-powered-hobo, basically! Fighting foes such as the OWNER OF THE CHINESE TAKE AWAY! Battling his swatting with a rolled up newspaper and yelling of ANGRY CHINESE WORDS! Roachman would flee, but he'd be back, Roaches always come back....
"Yuuuuuck, this paper tastes nasty....what's it say that makes it taste so bad? Is it the politics section of a newspaper? Oh? Hmmmm...."
Roachman read the invitiation, a toothy grin appearing across his face. Then he squins to read a partially chewed section of text.
"....Yadda, yadda yadda...it probably doesn't matter. I got the point....rise against the goody-goodies....this I like the sound of...."
Roachman stuffed the discarded invitation into the pocket of his jeans and continued to forage in the trashcan.
"And leftover ribs, too! This must be my lucky day!"
Alias: "ROACHMAAAN!!!"
Gender: Roach-man.
Age: "Nearly 18!" (17)
Powers: Resilience of a cockroach! Can survive being thrown about alot, smashed, crushed, squashed, flattened, trodden, compacted and stepped on, unless you have massive feet as a power.
He is also very strong, dexterous and can cling to Walls and ceilings. He sports a set of large, yellow wings (ref. Tarantula hawk) and large, powerful mandibles, the wings can close down when they are not in use and have sharp edges which defend against what comes close while they are flapping. His main weakness is his long antennae, which pay for their sensory benefits. His wings and antennae can grow back if damaged. Like most insects, he loves sweet things and has a strong stomach.
His fighting style involves the use of his powerful legs and forearms, the latter of which feature four chitin horns. He fights literally like an insect, recklessly and mercilessly. He uses his weight to hit through a block and often aims for the torso and head. He dislikes extreme temperatures, but moreso heat, example, fire.
Appearance: 5ft, roughly, double the average weight of a man his size thanks to a thick chitin under his skin which creates a shock resistant frame. Large yellow wings and chitin horns on the forearms, matty, unkempt brown-grey hair at shoulder length. Darkened skin, with a greyish tint. Muscular, wiry frame with veiny arms and calves. Green blood.
His face is harsh, angular, with a flat nose and a smirk which says "I think I'm better than you.", he has irises that consume his eyes, and when, in light, create a tiny speck of a pupil and in the dark, a deep pool of black. His jawbones feature large mandibles capable of cutting through steel.
His clothing is a White, baggy shirt underneath a stained brown zipper jacket with rips at the back where his wings exit. He wears baggy jeans ripped at the knees and sagging to reveal some underwear. He years black, converse shoes, with torn heels and fronts and a blue and grey striped woollen beanie hat.
History: Sammy was born to the working class Bell family. They lived outside of the city. In school Roachman was a drama queen, a writer, poet and wannabe artiste! He wished to be a master artisan of mastering all arts! He was intelligent, fit and desperate to be admired by all! He joined all clubs and after-school activities he could! But despite the fact he was, indeed decent at all he did, it was found that he still failed to make friends because of his arrogance and desire for slaves as opposed to friends, or servants, rather.
This was all very well, but as life got tougher, as he moved to high school, Roachman found he was unable to handle the pressures of his extra curricular activities as well as his subjects, more subjects, more work, which means less time.
He grades fell, and with few qualifications he left school at 16 to work. With some saved cash and a reckless attitude, Roachman left home and lived in a flat for two months. He struggled to find a feasable job with his qualifications. "Six months experience to wash dishes? How does one make a start in this world!?" at the end of month 2, he was kicked out, and forced to live on the city streets by his own stubborn desire to support himself.
The harsh, cold nights and lack of food was difficult at first, but this is where Sammy became roachman, his stubborn will to live drove him to eat expired, rotten food, and somehow, win impossible fights with violent "heathens" of the streets. This was an odd, inhuman development....
Within several weeks, sammy had became ROACHMAN! A super-powered-hobo, basically! Fighting foes such as the OWNER OF THE CHINESE TAKE AWAY! Battling his swatting with a rolled up newspaper and yelling of ANGRY CHINESE WORDS! Roachman would flee, but he'd be back, Roaches always come back....
"Yuuuuuck, this paper tastes nasty....what's it say that makes it taste so bad? Is it the politics section of a newspaper? Oh? Hmmmm...."
Roachman read the invitiation, a toothy grin appearing across his face. Then he squins to read a partially chewed section of text.
"....Yadda, yadda yadda...it probably doesn't matter. I got the point....rise against the goody-goodies....this I like the sound of...."
Roachman stuffed the discarded invitation into the pocket of his jeans and continued to forage in the trashcan.
"And leftover ribs, too! This must be my lucky day!"
