Attention to all potential super heroes:
The Society of Justice (the world's most recognized hero society) is holding an open trial for all non-member heroes that would like to be a part of this prestigious and respected group. Please send your applications to The Promenade (1010 E. Robin Street, Nova City) where our respected group of heroes will review all the applicants.* Applicants must be able to hold their own in a fight (will be tested) and have a high, unshakeable moral stance against evil (applicants also must be within the ages of 16-27). Enclosed is the application needed. We look forward to all the applications and we wish you a crime-free day.
-The Society of Justice
*Please note that any copyright infringements or false personas will be reported and dealt with by the proper authorities.
The Society of Justice (the world's most recognized hero society) is holding an open trial for all non-member heroes that would like to be a part of this prestigious and respected group. Please send your applications to The Promenade (1010 E. Robin Street, Nova City) where our respected group of heroes will review all the applicants.* Applicants must be able to hold their own in a fight (will be tested) and have a high, unshakeable moral stance against evil (applicants also must be within the ages of 16-27). Enclosed is the application needed. We look forward to all the applications and we wish you a crime-free day.
-The Society of Justice
*Please note that any copyright infringements or false personas will be reported and dealt with by the proper authorities.
Hello there everyone! This roleplay is going to be based on the comic book style super hero (a mix of old-school camp and new-age Grimdark) that everyone knows and loves. This roleplay will even have comic strips of past or present events (will be posted by the GM (myself) or the co-GMs (Pm0n3y, and blaze96).
The story is that the SoJ (Society of Justice) is having a hard time meeting their quota of new heroes (they've only had one applicant in recent years) and are now allowing almost anyone to apply to be a part of them.
Now this roleplay will be relatively fast-paced so please apply only if you think you can keep up. If you find that you cannot keep up, please make it known.
Myself and the co-GM's will read your applications and choose who we think would be suitable candidates for this roleplay. Yes, there will be villains (if you'd like to be one or if you'd like your character to change over to one in the future please tell us via PM), but they won't be a part of the roleplay for awhile. Applications can be either posted here of PMed to me (good if you want to ask questions).
Good luck applicants, your country needs you!
The story is that the SoJ (Society of Justice) is having a hard time meeting their quota of new heroes (they've only had one applicant in recent years) and are now allowing almost anyone to apply to be a part of them.
Now this roleplay will be relatively fast-paced so please apply only if you think you can keep up. If you find that you cannot keep up, please make it known.
Myself and the co-GM's will read your applications and choose who we think would be suitable candidates for this roleplay. Yes, there will be villains (if you'd like to be one or if you'd like your character to change over to one in the future please tell us via PM), but they won't be a part of the roleplay for awhile. Applications can be either posted here of PMed to me (good if you want to ask questions).
Good luck applicants, your country needs you!
The world that this roleplay takes place in is just like ours, except people with powers exist and there is an advancement in technology. Nova City is a one of the largest and most influential cities in the United States. It is broken up into smaller districts, with each being a unique part of the Nova experience.
Districts:
Green Everest District - the rich area (Smithson Lake and Park, Goldburg Golf Course, DJP Country Club, Smithson National Zoo, The Twin Bridges)
Westford - industry (Southwest Docks, Nova Water Treatment Plant, Fusion Power Plant)
Harbor District - middle class, Miller Howard Airport
Horatio Way - truck depots and diners
Horizon - middle class (The Dawn (shopping mall/outlet))
Central - culture center (Digit-L (club), Police HQ, City Hall, Promenade, Nova Library, Main Street, Museum of Art and Culture, Nova City Opera Hall)
Snake Alley - the worst of the worst when it comes to places to live
Chinatown - self explanatory (Yin Yang Restaurant, Metal Fist Dojo, Flying Dragon Spa, Chi (club/bar))
Districts:
Green Everest District - the rich area (Smithson Lake and Park, Goldburg Golf Course, DJP Country Club, Smithson National Zoo, The Twin Bridges)
Westford - industry (Southwest Docks, Nova Water Treatment Plant, Fusion Power Plant)
Harbor District - middle class, Miller Howard Airport
Horatio Way - truck depots and diners
Horizon - middle class (The Dawn (shopping mall/outlet))
Central - culture center (Digit-L (club), Police HQ, City Hall, Promenade, Nova Library, Main Street, Museum of Art and Culture, Nova City Opera Hall)
Snake Alley - the worst of the worst when it comes to places to live
Chinatown - self explanatory (Yin Yang Restaurant, Metal Fist Dojo, Flying Dragon Spa, Chi (club/bar))
Rules:
1. No god-moding. These are a bunch of young heroes still understanding their powers, not godly-heroes. If the GM (or co-GMs) finds you to be god-moding you will get a nice little talking to if it's a first-time offense. If this persists you will no longer be a part of the roleplay.
2. Stay with the story. Do not try to lead it in your own direction (unless you're revealing back-story about your character and it doesn't veer to far from the plot or if approved by the GM).
3. The control of other characters is alright as long as it is done responsibly; if someone dislikes what someone has made their character do they can ask for it to be changed (The GM and co-GMs are allowed lenience with this rule if it makes it easier to move the plot along).
4. One character per person (unless you are a co-GM or you've gotten permission from them).
5. Respect each other and have fun!
1. No god-moding. These are a bunch of young heroes still understanding their powers, not godly-heroes. If the GM (or co-GMs) finds you to be god-moding you will get a nice little talking to if it's a first-time offense. If this persists you will no longer be a part of the roleplay.
2. Stay with the story. Do not try to lead it in your own direction (unless you're revealing back-story about your character and it doesn't veer to far from the plot or if approved by the GM).
3. The control of other characters is alright as long as it is done responsibly; if someone dislikes what someone has made their character do they can ask for it to be changed (The GM and co-GMs are allowed lenience with this rule if it makes it easier to move the plot along).
4. One character per person (unless you are a co-GM or you've gotten permission from them).
5. Respect each other and have fun!
Name: Your real identity (this will be kept secret and will not be released to the public)
Hero Alias: If you have one (one can be provided once we approve of your application)
Age: Your real age (must be between 16-27)
Powers: Your super powers if you have them, if not then list any talents
Weaknesses: If you have a power/powers you should have a weakness (must be listed unless you have no powers)
Weapons: Only if you use them
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Your average day wear and what you wear when you're scouring the city for evil to be punished
Personality: Your little character quirks and flaws
Biography: Basic rundown of your life. If you have powers list how you got them (born with it, science experiment gone wrong, etc). If you had any past trauma, list it. If you have beef with someone else, tell us.
Notes: Anything else you would like to add
Hero Alias: If you have one (one can be provided once we approve of your application)
Age: Your real age (must be between 16-27)
Powers: Your super powers if you have them, if not then list any talents
Weaknesses: If you have a power/powers you should have a weakness (must be listed unless you have no powers)
Weapons: Only if you use them
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Your average day wear and what you wear when you're scouring the city for evil to be punished
Personality: Your little character quirks and flaws
Biography: Basic rundown of your life. If you have powers list how you got them (born with it, science experiment gone wrong, etc). If you had any past trauma, list it. If you have beef with someone else, tell us.
Notes: Anything else you would like to add
Name: Garrus Arreos (you guys already know I'm applying)
Hero Alias: Fissure
Age: 24
Powers: I cause shockwaves (basically like earthquakes, you guys have seen it).
Weaknesses: Hard to control, can't use at long range without collateral damage. Does chain smoking count as a weakness?
Weapons: No weapons for me (my fists are enough)
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): [link]http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4257955434_57ab8b5fb1_b.jpg[/link] You guys know I'm a simple guy: white shirt, green jacket, grey pants. Suit is grey 'form-fitting' (NOT spandex) material, kept the jacket, added some white gloves and boots. Hair is currently my natural light brown, might dye it again soon though.
Personality: This part is stupid. That therapist you guys asked me to go to said I have a temper and that I'm 'insecure' because of 'family issues' but I don't think that's true at all. He did say I have a great set of morals considering my upbringing, so I guess he knows something.
Biography: You guys know my past! Another stupid part of this application. Born with powers, didn't get them until a teen. Dad died when I was young, moved out on my own at 15...the usual family drama stuff. Been a vigilante for the past 7 years in the Chinatown/ Westford districts(helped you guys out once or twice, remember?).
Notes: Alright, filled out the damn application since you guys wouldn't accept me until I 'followed procedures'. Can't wait to hear back from you guys!
Hero Alias: Fissure
Age: 24
Powers: I cause shockwaves (basically like earthquakes, you guys have seen it).
Weaknesses: Hard to control, can't use at long range without collateral damage. Does chain smoking count as a weakness?
Weapons: No weapons for me (my fists are enough)
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): [link]http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4257955434_57ab8b5fb1_b.jpg[/link] You guys know I'm a simple guy: white shirt, green jacket, grey pants. Suit is grey 'form-fitting' (NOT spandex) material, kept the jacket, added some white gloves and boots. Hair is currently my natural light brown, might dye it again soon though.
Personality: This part is stupid. That therapist you guys asked me to go to said I have a temper and that I'm 'insecure' because of 'family issues' but I don't think that's true at all. He did say I have a great set of morals considering my upbringing, so I guess he knows something.
Biography: You guys know my past! Another stupid part of this application. Born with powers, didn't get them until a teen. Dad died when I was young, moved out on my own at 15...the usual family drama stuff. Been a vigilante for the past 7 years in the Chinatown/ Westford districts(helped you guys out once or twice, remember?).
Notes: Alright, filled out the damn application since you guys wouldn't accept me until I 'followed procedures'. Can't wait to hear back from you guys!
Name: Richard Masterson
Hero Alias: Blue Steel (The media named me, I could care less about a name. This was a field test until you forced me to join your idiotic organization.)
Age: 24
Powers: Power Suit which gives me the ability to fly as well as super strength and super agility. (You've seen the footage of me you assholes, you should know this kind of crap.)
Weaknesses: I'm a guy in a power suit, if it's a power it can hurt me. The suit was designed to stop flamethrowers, bullets, knives, and explosives, not some son of a ***** who can make ice or bend the laws of physics with their mind.
Weapons: Blades in arms for melee combat. Particle and ion based weaponry for medium to long range combat.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): http://www.flickr.com/photos/tsatoma/4257197507/
Standard carbon fiber and stainless steel suit designed to withstand fire, knives, guns, and explosives. Designed to be used in warzones for frontline troops, it was a prototype, the only one of its kind, and now its stuck working for you. High tech and high quality, this thing could hit a fly with an ion beam at a mile and compensate for dissipation in a matter of milliseconds.
Personality: Please, you have a file on me somewhere, look it up, and probably find more psych evals than you could ever hope to finish reading. If I must however, the most common words used to describe me are flirt, borderline alcoholic, and terminal trust fund child syndrome. You know what though, they're right, but if you had the kind of upbringing I did, all the money you could ever want and an infinite amount of time to use it, you would be the same way.
Biography: Oh for fuck's sake, I KNOW you have this in a file somewhere, probably multiples going back into my past even farther than I have. Can't believe you're forcing me to fill one of these things out after practically threatening me into joining in the first place. Fine, my father created a weapons manufacturing company that specialized in cutting edge weapons systems. He built the company into a global conglomerate working for any group with the cash and positive US government relations to hire us. My father used the money gained to raise me as best he could, and he did a damn fine job. I had the best schooling money could buy, and I wasn't much of a slacker myself, so I took full advantage of that. His job never came between us, I always understood, he would be there if he could, but keeping the business going sometimes needed to be put first. I went to college, best years of my life those, money can buy you a lot of things and gain you a lot of friends with about as much money as you. Women, booze, and the best housing available can make those years very exciting. But I digress; I got my business and engineering degrees and worked just below my father in the business. When he stepped down, I took over naturally, expended the company even farther than he did. Under my leadership Masterson Weapons Industries has become the most preeminent high tech weapons manufacture throughout both the US and all NATO and SEATO countries. We are years ahead of our closest competitor, and I have been designing the suit which I will not let you bastards hold onto as a secret project for the company. I was doing field tests when you bastards found me, and now I will not be able to present my work and make the company a fortune.
Notes: If you bastards didn't have all you did to hold over me, I would leave in a second. But before you ask me any stupid questions, yes there is a famous character with my same abilities, and yes he was the inspiration for this. A good idea is a good idea, it doesn't matter where the hell it came from.
Hero Alias: Blue Steel (The media named me, I could care less about a name. This was a field test until you forced me to join your idiotic organization.)
Age: 24
Powers: Power Suit which gives me the ability to fly as well as super strength and super agility. (You've seen the footage of me you assholes, you should know this kind of crap.)
Weaknesses: I'm a guy in a power suit, if it's a power it can hurt me. The suit was designed to stop flamethrowers, bullets, knives, and explosives, not some son of a ***** who can make ice or bend the laws of physics with their mind.
Weapons: Blades in arms for melee combat. Particle and ion based weaponry for medium to long range combat.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): http://www.flickr.com/photos/tsatoma/4257197507/
Standard carbon fiber and stainless steel suit designed to withstand fire, knives, guns, and explosives. Designed to be used in warzones for frontline troops, it was a prototype, the only one of its kind, and now its stuck working for you. High tech and high quality, this thing could hit a fly with an ion beam at a mile and compensate for dissipation in a matter of milliseconds.
Personality: Please, you have a file on me somewhere, look it up, and probably find more psych evals than you could ever hope to finish reading. If I must however, the most common words used to describe me are flirt, borderline alcoholic, and terminal trust fund child syndrome. You know what though, they're right, but if you had the kind of upbringing I did, all the money you could ever want and an infinite amount of time to use it, you would be the same way.
Biography: Oh for fuck's sake, I KNOW you have this in a file somewhere, probably multiples going back into my past even farther than I have. Can't believe you're forcing me to fill one of these things out after practically threatening me into joining in the first place. Fine, my father created a weapons manufacturing company that specialized in cutting edge weapons systems. He built the company into a global conglomerate working for any group with the cash and positive US government relations to hire us. My father used the money gained to raise me as best he could, and he did a damn fine job. I had the best schooling money could buy, and I wasn't much of a slacker myself, so I took full advantage of that. His job never came between us, I always understood, he would be there if he could, but keeping the business going sometimes needed to be put first. I went to college, best years of my life those, money can buy you a lot of things and gain you a lot of friends with about as much money as you. Women, booze, and the best housing available can make those years very exciting. But I digress; I got my business and engineering degrees and worked just below my father in the business. When he stepped down, I took over naturally, expended the company even farther than he did. Under my leadership Masterson Weapons Industries has become the most preeminent high tech weapons manufacture throughout both the US and all NATO and SEATO countries. We are years ahead of our closest competitor, and I have been designing the suit which I will not let you bastards hold onto as a secret project for the company. I was doing field tests when you bastards found me, and now I will not be able to present my work and make the company a fortune.
Notes: If you bastards didn't have all you did to hold over me, I would leave in a second. But before you ask me any stupid questions, yes there is a famous character with my same abilities, and yes he was the inspiration for this. A good idea is a good idea, it doesn't matter where the hell it came from.
Name: Jason Jamie (pronounced Hy-me) Rojas
Hero Alias: Erebus.
- Formally Keyholder #238967
Age: 17 yrs. old
Powers: (w/ The Key's power enabled) Enhanced speed, agility, and strength. Limited Invulnerability and an Increased jump ability.
Weaknesses: The armor dissipates after taking to much damage (noted by the amount of cracks shown on it) and The Key would have to recharge it for me to use it again. I'm completely vulnerable without the armor.
Weapons: I don't really need one when my armor is enabled, but I've had multi-weapon training when I was still with The Key Corps., and can use one whenever the armor dissipates.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume):
- My Civilian Wear: A black sleeveless hoodie over a black dress shirt (with sleeves usually rolled up, not pictured) with a blue tie casually knotted, black skinnys, and black and blue high-tops.
- My Hero Costume: The armor is mostly black, and somewhat skintight. Blue spikes are sprouted from my forearms and four long spikes stretch out in different directions from my faceless black head. My hands are clawed with the tips being streaked blue. When I take damage, blue cracks appear in the spot where the damage was inflicted.
- Or, you could just look at this.
Personality: I'm consider myself to be an easy going and happy guy; even though most people say that I always look and act like I'm about to murder someone. It's...a family trait.
Biography: Oh boy, where do I begin? Um okay. I was born into a cultist, elitist, extremist vigilante group called The Key Corps, named after an energy signature (The Key, of course) that's present in a small amount of humans. The Key itself can be a really small and insignificant, but when concentrated upon, and used to its full potential, it can create full suits of armor, weapons, and even modes of flight for the body. The people that have harnessed The Key's full potential are called Keyholders. If you haven't figured it out by now, I am a Keyholder.
...Anywho, Sometime last year, someone has unleashed some type of new energy signature into innocent civilians, a signature that's similar to The Key. The news has been spread amongst the ranks of the Corps, and we've been sent out to exterminate those with the "False Key", most of which, were just ordinary people, some even kids and old people. I couldn't bear to watch anymore of the meaningless slaughter, so I secretly disbanded from the Corps, in hopes to find this person (or people) and to expose and destroy them. In the process of bettering the world, someone found out my secret, and the Corps labeled me as a "betrayer to my people". Now they search for me with a hit on my head. Now with nowhere to go I decided to join with the S.o.J in hopes to lay low, and to put The Key's power to good use while finding the person that's unleashed the "False Key" virus upon the world. That...and I'd figured I could use some pay since I'm on my own and only have a 12th grade education.
Notes...You guys do pay right? Right?!
Hero Alias: Erebus.
- Formally Keyholder #238967
Age: 17 yrs. old
Powers: (w/ The Key's power enabled) Enhanced speed, agility, and strength. Limited Invulnerability and an Increased jump ability.
Weaknesses: The armor dissipates after taking to much damage (noted by the amount of cracks shown on it) and The Key would have to recharge it for me to use it again. I'm completely vulnerable without the armor.
Weapons: I don't really need one when my armor is enabled, but I've had multi-weapon training when I was still with The Key Corps., and can use one whenever the armor dissipates.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume):
- My Civilian Wear: A black sleeveless hoodie over a black dress shirt (with sleeves usually rolled up, not pictured) with a blue tie casually knotted, black skinnys, and black and blue high-tops.
- My Hero Costume: The armor is mostly black, and somewhat skintight. Blue spikes are sprouted from my forearms and four long spikes stretch out in different directions from my faceless black head. My hands are clawed with the tips being streaked blue. When I take damage, blue cracks appear in the spot where the damage was inflicted.
- Or, you could just look at this.
Personality: I'm consider myself to be an easy going and happy guy; even though most people say that I always look and act like I'm about to murder someone. It's...a family trait.
Biography: Oh boy, where do I begin? Um okay. I was born into a cultist, elitist, extremist vigilante group called The Key Corps, named after an energy signature (The Key, of course) that's present in a small amount of humans. The Key itself can be a really small and insignificant, but when concentrated upon, and used to its full potential, it can create full suits of armor, weapons, and even modes of flight for the body. The people that have harnessed The Key's full potential are called Keyholders. If you haven't figured it out by now, I am a Keyholder.
...Anywho, Sometime last year, someone has unleashed some type of new energy signature into innocent civilians, a signature that's similar to The Key. The news has been spread amongst the ranks of the Corps, and we've been sent out to exterminate those with the "False Key", most of which, were just ordinary people, some even kids and old people. I couldn't bear to watch anymore of the meaningless slaughter, so I secretly disbanded from the Corps, in hopes to find this person (or people) and to expose and destroy them. In the process of bettering the world, someone found out my secret, and the Corps labeled me as a "betrayer to my people". Now they search for me with a hit on my head. Now with nowhere to go I decided to join with the S.o.J in hopes to lay low, and to put The Key's power to good use while finding the person that's unleashed the "False Key" virus upon the world. That...and I'd figured I could use some pay since I'm on my own and only have a 12th grade education.
Notes...You guys do pay right? Right?!
Name: Simon Andrews
Hero Alias: Alpha
Age: 23
Powers: I have the ability to teleport over short distances added with faster reflexes and overall speed. Have you seen that scene in Alien, with the android using the knife in-between the guys hand? Thats me
Weaknesses: For some reason, my teleportation can't be used when static electricity is in the air. My relfexes and and speed remain unchanged
Weapons: I have a small dagger that I use when teleporting but I prefer hand-to-hand combat
Appearance: Casual: I like to go casual, black t-shirt and jeans do fine for me. When I go out, I usually wear a leather jacket. I like to spike my hair as well and I'm told few can resist my light blue eyes.
Costume: A black stealth suit with night vision goggles. I'm a stealthy guy, I prefer the darkness as my ally and my suit reflexes this
Personality: I'm very prideful of my abilities and enjoy using them. I'm quick to anger, espically when my pride is hurt. I respect strength and people who stick to there convictions. Hypocrites are the worst. Otherwise, I try to remain positive at all times and despite my stealth prowess I'm quiet a chatterbox.
Biography: I was born in Winnipeg, Canada and discovered my powers fairly quickly. I figured I had two choices: crime or be a hero. Now I'll be honest, it was a tough choice. Crime pays, espically with abilities like mine but I really wanted to...inspire people and change the world. Be a hero to the people. Fame is a great motivator.
So I did the hero thing for awhile, built up a rep but found that it wasn't quiet...challenging enough for me. I want to push the limits of what I can do. Helping people? Its a bonus really. Changing the world? Now thats the good stuff
Notes: I'm Alpha, the beginning, number one. Come on, you know you want me
Hero Alias: Alpha
Age: 23
Powers: I have the ability to teleport over short distances added with faster reflexes and overall speed. Have you seen that scene in Alien, with the android using the knife in-between the guys hand? Thats me
Weaknesses: For some reason, my teleportation can't be used when static electricity is in the air. My relfexes and and speed remain unchanged
Weapons: I have a small dagger that I use when teleporting but I prefer hand-to-hand combat
Appearance: Casual: I like to go casual, black t-shirt and jeans do fine for me. When I go out, I usually wear a leather jacket. I like to spike my hair as well and I'm told few can resist my light blue eyes.
Costume: A black stealth suit with night vision goggles. I'm a stealthy guy, I prefer the darkness as my ally and my suit reflexes this
Personality: I'm very prideful of my abilities and enjoy using them. I'm quick to anger, espically when my pride is hurt. I respect strength and people who stick to there convictions. Hypocrites are the worst. Otherwise, I try to remain positive at all times and despite my stealth prowess I'm quiet a chatterbox.
Biography: I was born in Winnipeg, Canada and discovered my powers fairly quickly. I figured I had two choices: crime or be a hero. Now I'll be honest, it was a tough choice. Crime pays, espically with abilities like mine but I really wanted to...inspire people and change the world. Be a hero to the people. Fame is a great motivator.
So I did the hero thing for awhile, built up a rep but found that it wasn't quiet...challenging enough for me. I want to push the limits of what I can do. Helping people? Its a bonus really. Changing the world? Now thats the good stuff
Notes: I'm Alpha, the beginning, number one. Come on, you know you want me
Name: Aaron Bishop
Hero Alias: N/A
Age: Your real age: 19
Powers: I have Cryokensis or in lame man's term the to control ice. I can drop temperatutres around him to cause ice to from. I can also coat my whole body with ice
Weaknesses: If there is not alot of water in the air around him then my powers are weakend drastically. Mostly during the summer I am powerless.
Weapons: N/A
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Some baggy jeans with all black Chuck Taylor's. I wear wears an assortment of collard dress shirts with designs. I can usally be found with a fitted hat and a pair of aviator shades.
Personality: Im a lazy guy all around. I've has been classified as a "genius" but is just to stubborn to lift a finger. Though I can is get along with anybody and I barely get mad.
Biography: Uhh I was raised in the Green Everest District. My parents are loaded and they practically bought me anything. When I was younger around 15 I went on a mountain hiking trip with my dad. Though of course something bad had to happen and there was an avalanche. We were stuck under snow for 3 days. Though this is when my powers started to develop. My mom ended up remarrying some jerk and I currently live by myself in a loft by the Twin bridges. I aint got anything better to do so I might as well apply.
Notes: Nah I'm just a rich kid looking for a thrill
Hero Alias: N/A
Age: Your real age: 19
Powers: I have Cryokensis or in lame man's term the to control ice. I can drop temperatutres around him to cause ice to from. I can also coat my whole body with ice
Weaknesses: If there is not alot of water in the air around him then my powers are weakend drastically. Mostly during the summer I am powerless.
Weapons: N/A
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Some baggy jeans with all black Chuck Taylor's. I wear wears an assortment of collard dress shirts with designs. I can usally be found with a fitted hat and a pair of aviator shades.
Personality: Im a lazy guy all around. I've has been classified as a "genius" but is just to stubborn to lift a finger. Though I can is get along with anybody and I barely get mad.
Biography: Uhh I was raised in the Green Everest District. My parents are loaded and they practically bought me anything. When I was younger around 15 I went on a mountain hiking trip with my dad. Though of course something bad had to happen and there was an avalanche. We were stuck under snow for 3 days. Though this is when my powers started to develop. My mom ended up remarrying some jerk and I currently live by myself in a loft by the Twin bridges. I aint got anything better to do so I might as well apply.
Notes: Nah I'm just a rich kid looking for a thrill
Name: It changes so often but i guess you can call me John or Jane smith.
Hero Alias: Zeitgeist
Age:23
Powers: Somewhat physics Zeitgeist is a screwer with heads. they have the power to explore and probe the minds of others not exactly reading them but examining them. they can also channel certain thoughts, feelings or ideas. The only caveat being that to successfully manipulate a thought or feeling they have to have experienced it or be near someone that has. For example they can't inflict an image on someone if they haven't seen it before. The manipulation of senses extends to the power to create illusions effecting the senses of anything with a mind near by. Using this sort of technique they are able control their appearance completely you can never be sure if you are looking at the real thing or just a costume.
Weaknesses: The lack of any real physical and the inability to effect anything without a mind for example you can't scare a robot. Also the inability to forget or shun memories if he reads the mind of a assault memory he will have to experience it.
Weapons: They wield a small-concealed aluminium bat but in terms of combat techniques they can't do anything more advanced that hit it and hit it again.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): A combination of his illusionist powers and acting talent pretty much allow Zeitgeist to change their appearance at will.
Personality: While they try to remain detached they can't help retaining personality traits from those they "inspect" this can lead to minor schizophrenia
Or over involvement in the affairs of there victims. They can sometimes be seen as having contempt for most people but that just comes from seeing brains spread out before you like playthings.
Biography: 23 years ago a man named Danny Doyle was born somewhere no one cares about. After years of studying psychology and drama he became one of the best actors of his generation the world was his oyster and he could only go up . That was until a rival thespian swapped the prop gun fro a real one. He was shot in the head and latter died in hospital due to brain damage. I am what got up and walked away. He didn't have any family so at least there were no inconvenient ties to the past but still. His training seamed to have paid off I can change persona and appearance at the drop of a hat. I am a different person in every district.
Hero Alias: Zeitgeist
Age:23
Powers: Somewhat physics Zeitgeist is a screwer with heads. they have the power to explore and probe the minds of others not exactly reading them but examining them. they can also channel certain thoughts, feelings or ideas. The only caveat being that to successfully manipulate a thought or feeling they have to have experienced it or be near someone that has. For example they can't inflict an image on someone if they haven't seen it before. The manipulation of senses extends to the power to create illusions effecting the senses of anything with a mind near by. Using this sort of technique they are able control their appearance completely you can never be sure if you are looking at the real thing or just a costume.
Weaknesses: The lack of any real physical and the inability to effect anything without a mind for example you can't scare a robot. Also the inability to forget or shun memories if he reads the mind of a assault memory he will have to experience it.
Weapons: They wield a small-concealed aluminium bat but in terms of combat techniques they can't do anything more advanced that hit it and hit it again.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): A combination of his illusionist powers and acting talent pretty much allow Zeitgeist to change their appearance at will.
Personality: While they try to remain detached they can't help retaining personality traits from those they "inspect" this can lead to minor schizophrenia
Or over involvement in the affairs of there victims. They can sometimes be seen as having contempt for most people but that just comes from seeing brains spread out before you like playthings.
Biography: 23 years ago a man named Danny Doyle was born somewhere no one cares about. After years of studying psychology and drama he became one of the best actors of his generation the world was his oyster and he could only go up . That was until a rival thespian swapped the prop gun fro a real one. He was shot in the head and latter died in hospital due to brain damage. I am what got up and walked away. He didn't have any family so at least there were no inconvenient ties to the past but still. His training seamed to have paid off I can change persona and appearance at the drop of a hat. I am a different person in every district.
Name: James Weiss
Hero Alias: The Punk
Age: 22
Powers: Exceptional physical prowess, skilled mainly in the use my "Softy" gun.
Weaknesses: I do not have any powers, and I'm rather small compared to some other supers.
Weapons: The "Softy" gun, a weapon that fires interchangeable non-lethal rounds. It shoots "Tesla" rounds (essentially one use projectile tasers), rubber bullets, net rounds (it's a big revolver) and pepper rounds.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Everyday wear: Just like any other normal schmuck. T-shirt, jeans, etc.
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Personality: I am a wee bit of a snark. Other than that, I am a pretty easy going guy.
Biography: Well, let's see. I was born in Seattle, Washington. Nice city, rains a bit too much, but hey, I like rain. Grew up relatively normal. Parents, two brothers, dog. You know, that sort of thing. Anyway, after collage, I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Then, I noticed your ad. I realized that is what I wanted to do. I also noticed a distinct lack of Steampunk-flavored heroes in the world (I have always loved Steampunk. Clockpunk too, but that can easily be worked in). So, after getting a sweet custom gun (my uncle is a gunsmith), I am hoping to join your organization.
Hero Alias: The Punk
Age: 22
Powers: Exceptional physical prowess, skilled mainly in the use my "Softy" gun.
Weaknesses: I do not have any powers, and I'm rather small compared to some other supers.
Weapons: The "Softy" gun, a weapon that fires interchangeable non-lethal rounds. It shoots "Tesla" rounds (essentially one use projectile tasers), rubber bullets, net rounds (it's a big revolver) and pepper rounds.
Appearance (both civilian and hero costume): Everyday wear: Just like any other normal schmuck. T-shirt, jeans, etc.
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Personality: I am a wee bit of a snark. Other than that, I am a pretty easy going guy.
Biography: Well, let's see. I was born in Seattle, Washington. Nice city, rains a bit too much, but hey, I like rain. Grew up relatively normal. Parents, two brothers, dog. You know, that sort of thing. Anyway, after collage, I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. Then, I noticed your ad. I realized that is what I wanted to do. I also noticed a distinct lack of Steampunk-flavored heroes in the world (I have always loved Steampunk. Clockpunk too, but that can easily be worked in). So, after getting a sweet custom gun (my uncle is a gunsmith), I am hoping to join your organization.
Name
octor Vereor Birras, M.D.
Hero Alias:Hippocrates
Age:26
Powers:When I am within about fifteen feet of someone, I can alleviate them of any physical injuries, illnesses or sicknesses, and they are transferred to me. I can also transfer any injuries, etc., from me to anyone in the same range.
Weaknesses:Well, I'm somewhat useless in a fight if both everyone around me and myself are in perfect health. And just because I can absorb and project health problems doesn't mean that I'm invincible, if I take on a mortal wound or terminal illness, I have to give it to someone else or I will die.
Weapons:I carry around a scalpel in case something happens and everyone I'm trying to stop is fine. I'll use it inflict wounds on myself and transfer them to whoever I'm trying to stop.
Appearance Civilian:I'm a doctor, so it tends to be a lab coat, dress shirt & tie, slacks and dress shoes. Should be in my personnel file at the hospital.
Appearance Heroretty much my work clothes plus a surgical mask, aviator's glasses and a fedora.
Personality:I'm what many might call 'eccentric'. Sometimes I get a bit overzealous and harm criminals more than is necessary, but times like this are few and far between.
Biography:Hm...where to start...I suppose the most reasonable place might be when I first discovered my powers. I was ten, at school, on the playground. Someone had tripped and scraped their knee. I went to see like everyone else, lemming that I was at that age, and when I got close, I started feeling an itch in my knee. I looked down, and saw that my knee was scraped up exactly as bad as his. Except, no, it wasn't, he looked absolutely fine, like nothing had even happened. Needless to say, I was surprised at what had happened. I managed to convince some of my friends to hurt themselves, nothing major, mind you, pinpricks and the like, so that I could try and learn to control it. Eventually, I did, and nothing eventful happened until junior year in high school. The jocks were making rounds of the school, today deciding to pass through the library and harass us nerds. The biggest, ugliest one walked up to me and demanded all the money in my wallet. I, of course, did the logical thing, and insinuated that his mother was a prostitute before spitting in his face. This ended predictably when he broke my nose. What I didn't predict, however, was feeling the cartilage in my nose knit back together while the gent in front of me let out a yelp in surprise and pain as his nose broke. Guess who they believed, the guy who was unharmed or the guy with the broken nose. So, anyway, fast-forward to my second year of Med School, I was at the bank, behind some guy with a broken leg. This guy with a gun bursts in, right, and kills the two guards in cold blood before yelling for everyone to hit the deck. He went to the teller in front of me and starts demanding the money. At this point, I'm not thinking, I'm just acting. I took in the guy ahead of me's broken leg, barely suppressing a yell, and get it into the robber. He falls to the ground in pain, I take the advantage and grab his gun (I may or may not have also kicked him in the leg a couple of times). Police show up, it looks like this guy was trying to rob a bank on a broken leg and they put me in the papers. That's how I got started to crime fighting. Now I'm here.
Notes:My lab coats aren't made of adamantium-mithril alloys or whatever BS you gents are used, they're made of cotton. If a coat gets torn up, will the Society pay the bill?
octor Vereor Birras, M.D.Hero Alias:Hippocrates
Age:26
Powers:When I am within about fifteen feet of someone, I can alleviate them of any physical injuries, illnesses or sicknesses, and they are transferred to me. I can also transfer any injuries, etc., from me to anyone in the same range.
Weaknesses:Well, I'm somewhat useless in a fight if both everyone around me and myself are in perfect health. And just because I can absorb and project health problems doesn't mean that I'm invincible, if I take on a mortal wound or terminal illness, I have to give it to someone else or I will die.
Weapons:I carry around a scalpel in case something happens and everyone I'm trying to stop is fine. I'll use it inflict wounds on myself and transfer them to whoever I'm trying to stop.
Appearance Civilian:I'm a doctor, so it tends to be a lab coat, dress shirt & tie, slacks and dress shoes. Should be in my personnel file at the hospital.
Appearance Hero
retty much my work clothes plus a surgical mask, aviator's glasses and a fedora.Personality:I'm what many might call 'eccentric'. Sometimes I get a bit overzealous and harm criminals more than is necessary, but times like this are few and far between.
Biography:Hm...where to start...I suppose the most reasonable place might be when I first discovered my powers. I was ten, at school, on the playground. Someone had tripped and scraped their knee. I went to see like everyone else, lemming that I was at that age, and when I got close, I started feeling an itch in my knee. I looked down, and saw that my knee was scraped up exactly as bad as his. Except, no, it wasn't, he looked absolutely fine, like nothing had even happened. Needless to say, I was surprised at what had happened. I managed to convince some of my friends to hurt themselves, nothing major, mind you, pinpricks and the like, so that I could try and learn to control it. Eventually, I did, and nothing eventful happened until junior year in high school. The jocks were making rounds of the school, today deciding to pass through the library and harass us nerds. The biggest, ugliest one walked up to me and demanded all the money in my wallet. I, of course, did the logical thing, and insinuated that his mother was a prostitute before spitting in his face. This ended predictably when he broke my nose. What I didn't predict, however, was feeling the cartilage in my nose knit back together while the gent in front of me let out a yelp in surprise and pain as his nose broke. Guess who they believed, the guy who was unharmed or the guy with the broken nose. So, anyway, fast-forward to my second year of Med School, I was at the bank, behind some guy with a broken leg. This guy with a gun bursts in, right, and kills the two guards in cold blood before yelling for everyone to hit the deck. He went to the teller in front of me and starts demanding the money. At this point, I'm not thinking, I'm just acting. I took in the guy ahead of me's broken leg, barely suppressing a yell, and get it into the robber. He falls to the ground in pain, I take the advantage and grab his gun (I may or may not have also kicked him in the leg a couple of times). Police show up, it looks like this guy was trying to rob a bank on a broken leg and they put me in the papers. That's how I got started to crime fighting. Now I'm here.
Notes:My lab coats aren't made of adamantium-mithril alloys or whatever BS you gents are used, they're made of cotton. If a coat gets torn up, will the Society pay the bill?
Name: Katie Southe
Hero Alias: Heartbreaker
Age: 17
Powers: I control plants, allowing me to use strangling vines or thorns in combat. It's not just a combat thing; I literally live in a tree house. Also, I can levitate myself for about thirty seconds; no fancy flying for me.
Weaknesses: Fire. I don't save people from burning buildings.
Weapons: My power allows me to grow thorny vines to attack others, and I carry a short blade for when I am forced to fight without my plants.
Civilian Appearance: Regular clothing: a mix of shirts, long-sleeve tops, skirts and jeans. I tend to wear clothes that accentuate the natural curves of my body. As such, I turn a few heads every so often.
Hero Appearance: As Civilian, but add a red and black hood which hides my face. I wear more practical clothing when I'm out on the streets; no skirts "on the job" as it were.
Personality: Those who don't know me well would call me a slut, but I'm a lot more intelligent than that. It's just the way I look. I guess you could call me charming, sweet, cute even, though I don't do cute. I pride myself on how much I know, and what I can do with my intelligence.
Biography: I grew up in the Horizon area. At the age of ten I found I could levitate through force of will, because I tried to do it after seeing some hero fly on TV. I kept it secret, though. I didn't want all the media attention. When I was fourteen, I touched a budding flower in my parents' garden and its growth accelerated somehow. I did a few experiments over the next two years and found that I could manipulate all forms of plant. I now live in a house made out of a tree, and I grow my own fruit and vegetables. I also grow wine grapes, which I occasionally sell to winemakers for a little extra cash.
Notes: The general public knows very little about me as a heroine. Of course, a lot of boys around the city would like to get to know me, some more than others, if you get what I mean. I'm not interested in them, but if there's a decent guy in the Society, about my age, who likes girls for more than their body, let me know.
Hero Alias: Heartbreaker
Age: 17
Powers: I control plants, allowing me to use strangling vines or thorns in combat. It's not just a combat thing; I literally live in a tree house. Also, I can levitate myself for about thirty seconds; no fancy flying for me.
Weaknesses: Fire. I don't save people from burning buildings.
Weapons: My power allows me to grow thorny vines to attack others, and I carry a short blade for when I am forced to fight without my plants.
Civilian Appearance: Regular clothing: a mix of shirts, long-sleeve tops, skirts and jeans. I tend to wear clothes that accentuate the natural curves of my body. As such, I turn a few heads every so often.
Hero Appearance: As Civilian, but add a red and black hood which hides my face. I wear more practical clothing when I'm out on the streets; no skirts "on the job" as it were.
Personality: Those who don't know me well would call me a slut, but I'm a lot more intelligent than that. It's just the way I look. I guess you could call me charming, sweet, cute even, though I don't do cute. I pride myself on how much I know, and what I can do with my intelligence.
Biography: I grew up in the Horizon area. At the age of ten I found I could levitate through force of will, because I tried to do it after seeing some hero fly on TV. I kept it secret, though. I didn't want all the media attention. When I was fourteen, I touched a budding flower in my parents' garden and its growth accelerated somehow. I did a few experiments over the next two years and found that I could manipulate all forms of plant. I now live in a house made out of a tree, and I grow my own fruit and vegetables. I also grow wine grapes, which I occasionally sell to winemakers for a little extra cash.
Notes: The general public knows very little about me as a heroine. Of course, a lot of boys around the city would like to get to know me, some more than others, if you get what I mean. I'm not interested in them, but if there's a decent guy in the Society, about my age, who likes girls for more than their body, let me know.
Name: Tommy Stitch
Hero Alias: Golem (After the strong and silent protectors of Jewish myth)
Age: 18
Powers:
-I'm a magically imbued juggernaut, as such I have super strength (capable of lifting 35 tons).
-Durability (I've survived hundred foot plummets with only a few bruises, and my skin can withstand most blades and low caliber bullets).
-Endurance (I can fight and run for hour without tiring).
-Healing factor (The few injuries I do get are gone in a few hours).
Weaknesses:
-I derive my power from a link to the supernatural world, if that link is weakened my powers wane.
-I'm not invulnerable to everything, high-caliber bullets can still puncture my skin, along with extremely sharp blades.
-As big and heavy as I am I can't move with a lot of agility.
-No one has ever credited me with an abundance of brains either.
Weapons: I don't carry one around, but I make do with things like trees, lamp-post, and other things that are good for smacking people around with.
Appearance: I stand 6'7", very muscular, have black hair which I keep in a short buzzcut, and very dark brown almost black eyes, I've been told I bear a striking resemblence to Buster Keaton. My civilian clothes tend to be very baggy to hide my muscles, usually it's hooded sweatshirts and jeans. My super hero costume is dark blue, and black spandex, with no sleeves, a chain belt, and on the front two yellow triangles that form an hourglass like shape, where the points meet at the top of my abdominal muscles. My mask is all dark blue and has no expressions or features except for a pair of circular white eyes.
Personality: I don't talk, simple as that, I communicate through pantomime, american sign language, and notes that I write. I also rarely show expression through my face, part of the reason why I'm compared to Buster Keaton so much. I've been raised by good honest people to be a good honest person, and I try to do my parents proud in that regard.
Biography:
I'm the scion of a family of mages, instead of manifesting in magical abilites my gift manifested in my great physical prowess. Seen as an oddity I was studied and trained to develop my gift. When I was seventeen I was in a taxi when a criminal tried to hold me and the driver up for money at gun-point, well to the suprise of the driver and the mugger things didn't go as planned. Ever since then I've been sneaking out at night to fight crime, when my parents found out the demanded I stop, instead we comprimised, I would continue to be a hero, but only as long as I could find a group to work with, and so I'm here.
Notes: I have a fair bit of expierence with magical and occult things, being that I'm from a family of mages.
Hero Alias: Golem (After the strong and silent protectors of Jewish myth)
Age: 18
Powers:
-I'm a magically imbued juggernaut, as such I have super strength (capable of lifting 35 tons).
-Durability (I've survived hundred foot plummets with only a few bruises, and my skin can withstand most blades and low caliber bullets).
-Endurance (I can fight and run for hour without tiring).
-Healing factor (The few injuries I do get are gone in a few hours).
Weaknesses:
-I derive my power from a link to the supernatural world, if that link is weakened my powers wane.
-I'm not invulnerable to everything, high-caliber bullets can still puncture my skin, along with extremely sharp blades.
-As big and heavy as I am I can't move with a lot of agility.
-No one has ever credited me with an abundance of brains either.
Weapons: I don't carry one around, but I make do with things like trees, lamp-post, and other things that are good for smacking people around with.
Appearance: I stand 6'7", very muscular, have black hair which I keep in a short buzzcut, and very dark brown almost black eyes, I've been told I bear a striking resemblence to Buster Keaton. My civilian clothes tend to be very baggy to hide my muscles, usually it's hooded sweatshirts and jeans. My super hero costume is dark blue, and black spandex, with no sleeves, a chain belt, and on the front two yellow triangles that form an hourglass like shape, where the points meet at the top of my abdominal muscles. My mask is all dark blue and has no expressions or features except for a pair of circular white eyes.
Personality: I don't talk, simple as that, I communicate through pantomime, american sign language, and notes that I write. I also rarely show expression through my face, part of the reason why I'm compared to Buster Keaton so much. I've been raised by good honest people to be a good honest person, and I try to do my parents proud in that regard.
Biography:
I'm the scion of a family of mages, instead of manifesting in magical abilites my gift manifested in my great physical prowess. Seen as an oddity I was studied and trained to develop my gift. When I was seventeen I was in a taxi when a criminal tried to hold me and the driver up for money at gun-point, well to the suprise of the driver and the mugger things didn't go as planned. Ever since then I've been sneaking out at night to fight crime, when my parents found out the demanded I stop, instead we comprimised, I would continue to be a hero, but only as long as I could find a group to work with, and so I'm here.
Notes: I have a fair bit of expierence with magical and occult things, being that I'm from a family of mages.
Name: Khrystin Silver
Hero Alias: Kitmalla
Age: 17
Powers: Enhanced muscle mass (animal rather than human) giving greater proportinal strength, speed, and agility. Short retractable claws of a hard material on her hands and feet. A tail. Enhanced senses - hearing, smell. Able to change from enhanced form to human and back with a moments focus.
Weaknesses: certain sounds beyond human hearing and smells can be a powerful distraction. A phobic reaction to tight spaces and being restrained.
Weapons: Claws
Appearance
Costume: Covered in short white body fur tiger stripped with black stripes, long flowing red hair and emerald cats eyes. A short skirt (with shorts underneath) and a halter top both a lovely green to offset my hair and compliment my eyes. barefoot.
I usally dress in something easy to hide my 'outfit' and strip quickly
Personality: Tends to roll her 'r's in conversation, something she can only prevent with great focus on shaping my tongue.
Biography: My mother was very wealthy and married by a con man who sent me away to get rid of me so I wouldn't risk him stealing her money. The lab he sent me to (he told Mom it was a private school) experimented and found I carried mutant genes. They tried to splice another mutants genes into me and supposedly it worked sort of. They removed my claws and replaced them with prosthetics that are much harder. The goal was to be able to transform 'low grade' mutants into killing machines.
My mother committed 'suicide' and I thought I was lost forever.
But then I managed to escape with some help, well someone attacked the lab and I got free I don't know if they meant to. My 'Father' found out and fled and is still hiding from me. I have to hide from him too cause I dont want people to find out what happened to me and for a year he is still my legal gardian.
Hero Alias: Kitmalla
Age: 17
Powers: Enhanced muscle mass (animal rather than human) giving greater proportinal strength, speed, and agility. Short retractable claws of a hard material on her hands and feet. A tail. Enhanced senses - hearing, smell. Able to change from enhanced form to human and back with a moments focus.
Weaknesses: certain sounds beyond human hearing and smells can be a powerful distraction. A phobic reaction to tight spaces and being restrained.
Weapons: Claws
Appearance
Costume: Covered in short white body fur tiger stripped with black stripes, long flowing red hair and emerald cats eyes. A short skirt (with shorts underneath) and a halter top both a lovely green to offset my hair and compliment my eyes. barefoot.
I usally dress in something easy to hide my 'outfit' and strip quickly
Personality: Tends to roll her 'r's in conversation, something she can only prevent with great focus on shaping my tongue.
Biography: My mother was very wealthy and married by a con man who sent me away to get rid of me so I wouldn't risk him stealing her money. The lab he sent me to (he told Mom it was a private school) experimented and found I carried mutant genes. They tried to splice another mutants genes into me and supposedly it worked sort of. They removed my claws and replaced them with prosthetics that are much harder. The goal was to be able to transform 'low grade' mutants into killing machines.
My mother committed 'suicide' and I thought I was lost forever.
But then I managed to escape with some help, well someone attacked the lab and I got free I don't know if they meant to. My 'Father' found out and fled and is still hiding from me. I have to hide from him too cause I dont want people to find out what happened to me and for a year he is still my legal gardian.
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