Cantide

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

It wasn't even that cold, but they seemed to be shivering. was it fear? Could it be Misery? The woman hunched against the wall as if it were going to give in at any moment to allow a safe passage. Alas the world does not always work that way and in this situation it was probably a common thing to wish for. The woman stared fear like daggers that would blind the anger in any man. But the men that surrounded her did not feel human, they felt themselves to be gods. The tallest of the three was holding his knife out trying to beckon her closer with it. His hair could probably be invaded by the government for harboring that much oil, it was stringy clinging to his scalp as if a sudden shift of his head would send it sliding to the harsh ground beneath. "You shouldn't have done that you stupid wench" The second guy seemed to squeak, his eyes darting her up and down, only somebody who grew up on the street would know what he was thinking, his coat sagged full of holes. "I'm going to make you pay for that." The squeaky voiced man said pulling his arm closer to his chest, the blood stained more of his clothing. Litheal eyed the situation cautiously, making the wrong move or not making one at all would be a huge disaster, the quiet one was holding a firearm but the other two were close enough to actually do harm if they had any sudden flight of fear. The short man was injured, the woman must have tried to defend herself although this probably added enough fuel to the fire to make this man angry enough to not need a second thought. "Get on with it." The third said quietly as he waved the pistol nonchalantly looking around as if he had another ally to stalk. A heartbeat, that is what it took - in the moment of a heartbeat the knife from the squeaky voiced man was against her throat. The flood of the darkness swallowed Litheal as he appeared between the men reaching his hand out he grasped the blade that was pressed against the woman's throat and the oily haired man's knife and was gone again with both the knives. You would have missed this transaction if you had blinked, in the confusion both men stood staring blankly at the ghost that was now air between them. "Wha-" AUuuugh The silence in the confusion was broken as both men turned to see the man holding the gun, two knives pressed against opposing sides of his neck. "Drop the gun." Litheals voice cracked against the crisp air. The gun hit the ground, as the sound echoed through the alley it left silence in its wake. "Run." Litheal peered over his shoulder at the woman, who in the midst of all the chaos had managed to find the corner of the dead end alley. She took off like a bat out of hell following the echoes. The ringing of gunfire was the only thing racing through Litheal's mind as he felt the warmth spread across his face. The blood simply sprayed, with one good eye he managed to see what happened. The oil haired creep had pulled a gun, Litheal should have known that the honor system goes out the window in any situation like this. They wouldn't have negotiated for the life of one of their own, on the streets its every man for themselves. Thick as thieves Seemed like a fairytale in all its glorified ways, the man did not have to go by one of his own, he didn't have to die at all, they could have walked away from this. The safety in numbers just went out the window as the squeaker pulled his gun as well. Dropping the body Litheal shot forward, shots echoed through the air as he sidestepped blinking zig zags. They shot in disorganized directions and almost shot eachother in the process. Behind the squeaker Litheal slammed his foot down into the back of the mans knee, seeing and blinking were incredibly difficult with one eye. As the man crumbled down his hand holding the gun raised Litheal took hold of it blinking again. Shots fired, directed above the finished man. Litheal tapped the oil haired man's shoulder, looking over Litheal smashed the pistol he had stolen into the side of the man's face. Stepping over all the bodies Litheal made his way toward the mouth of the alley, soon the police would show up and a man covered in blood with a sword swung over his shoulder would probably be pretty suspicious. "I could always say they tried to touch me in my nono places" Litheal sighed trying to appreciate the simple joys in the world. Although behind this composure was the grief that he could not save everybody involved.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

@Cantide - Thanks for adding that stuff, and bumping his age. Add Litheal (Only one name? Like Madonna?) to the character tab.

BlackSam3091

Yes exactly like Madonna, actually I thought about giving him a last name but I figured it wouldn't serve much of a purpose since there will be no family history (due to him being a street orphan) So no family name is really required.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

I think this RP has more people than expected.

The name of the wind / The Wise man's fears.

So anybody who has read these two books, I'm sure you are as eagerly awaiting the third as I am. I just wanted to get this out ... the thrice locked chest. I think I have an idea of what is in it.

Thrice locked chest

His name.

Its only a guess, and it would be a surprise for the readers. But the signs leading up to what we've seen of him and heard of him are completely different. Maybe to become somebody else, you have to lock yourself up.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Litheal

Name Litheal Alias Blink Age 18 Personality If one could never take things to seriously it would be blink, although his demeanor presents carefree and casual the sword that he wields holds the weight of all those who he has slain. Upon receiving this blade he could not carry it let alone lift it off the table that it was placed. Taking every challenge he could he finally managed to lift the blade accepting the weight that burdened it down. The weight of the lives the blade had taken transferred from the sword to him silently as the blade became weightless, although the blade still weighed more than the sun and stars it was his weight to carry. Powers Blink - The sword he carries allows him to pass through a dimensional hole pushing him forward almost like a teleport that will transfer him to different locations. Although he can not blink into places he can not see, it still helps him to blink around his opponent allowing him an easy win in any fight that he finds himself in. Soul Transfer - The lives Misery takes is shared with Litheal, who gains knowledge and experience. Since the blade is an unknown age the lives it has taken in the past have given Litheal more knowledge than he needs in combat, strategical concepts and understanding. -Non super powers- Athletic - Litheal has spent his whole life on the streets quickly learning how to get out of tight spots, and with only things he could find at his disposal learned quickly to defend himself. Weaknesses Losing his sword will render him almost powerless as well as being unarmed. Depression, with the blade transferring the lives to Litheal will burden him down with the weight of the ones he has taken, with an uplifting free spirited guy he takes this very seriously. Litheal will try every effort to refrain from taking lives if only to save himself the grief later, this usually gets him into rough situations and simply put he usually tends to have to kill the ones who's lives he feels do not need to be taken. Appearance

Appearance

BRIEF Bio Litheal is not homeless in the way you would think a homeless man would be, he does not carry himself like the urchins on the street nor is he begging for cash on the corner. You wouldn't tell by looking at him that he struggles with social skills or even finding a place to sleep - that's because he doesn't, empty houses are all he seeks when he is interested in shelter. Looking through the window is good enough to find himself blinking into the open space. This isn't the sort of activities that people find a hero doing, but this is his compromise for the smallest misdeed that he can do that will not raise eyebrows at his intentions. Litheal smiles in wicked situations, he is the type to smile through a funeral but behind that laugh is a plague of ideas and serious thoughts about what is going to happen next. Misery, the sword that was 'given' to Litheal was not an easy transaction, one would say it was his to begin with. This is not a sword one would find by searching for it. Misery chooses its owner based on a multitude of decisions, maybe Litheal had a higher calling or maybe there is some mystery behind why the chose came out of hiding to be found. To keep things realistic, Litheal had found shelter from the storm after giving most of his belongings to a homeless mother bearing child, although he would have preferred to keep the items, the karma he could imagine would catch up to him. Inside the warehouse the blade sit on a shelf, it was a wooden shelf, nothing that could support to weight of more than a few pounds. Instead of reflecting light the blade seemed to absorb it. Wrapping his hand around the hilt the blade would not move from the shelf. Days had passed, even weeks and Litheal returned to the blade as if it were a puzzle. One day without even knowing it while trying to remove it from the shelf the blade spoke to him, although this could be confused as a voice inside ones head from years of social isolation. It did not talk in words that could easily be understood it spoke in the lives of the ones it had slain. Thousands upon thousands of memories started flooding into Litheal's head. A rational person, a normal person would have run far away from the horror that the blade had to show. But Litheal stayed, surrounded in darkness he wept for those who had lost their lives to such a beautiful sword, to those who would never have families and those long since forgotten. Eventually the memories were sketched into his mind like muscle memory and there he sat, holding the sword in his lap, with the shared weight of a million lives resting nicely between the both of them the sword was as light as a feather to him. Looking down at it, he knew its name, and with a name you have power. Misery. What they bring to the team? Morale balance - "Do we have to kill all of them?" Strategic foresight. Notes Blink has never had any contact with any league or justice affiliation, he feels he needs to be a part of the outsiders to keep innocent lives even if they have chosen the wrong path out of harms way if their lives can be spared. Everybody should have a second chance.

Misery

Misery is an artifact that was created before the dawn of civil communications, a time were a life held no value but weighed all the same. It's unfamiliar the one who forged it, although they must have known it would be used for greater purpose knowing the consequences of taking a life. They must have known the weight of a life and had to carefully craft the choosing process into the sword. Misery not only obtains the weight of a life, it obtains their whole life, the possible future for the one killed. From birth to every possible path that life could have chosen along the way. It knew whether the deceased were to find true love, raise a family or take over the world. The lives they took and the lives they were going to take. That is what makes the weight that much more unbearable. Misery bases its choice on a new owner every three thousand years, it is not slow in finding one. It carefully chooses based on every life since its last wielder. Taking into account on their morale beliefs as well as their ability to make choices nobody else will. Misery does not enjoy the weight of lives, it will find somebody who will take and help carry the weight that keeps it down. The challenges are easy, it finds the one, and slowly drives them with lives of the deceased until either they snap or they come to an understanding that all owners have carried with them. An understanding so deep that they know before they can carry her, that her passion toward the greater good is heavier than the lives she has taken.

Updated quite a bit: *added to the brief bio *raised the age a bit. *Added the soul transfer power (which benefits the age and combat) *Added a short bio for the sword 'Misery' (which is a she, mentioned it late in the bio) If there is anything that needs more clarification I'll adjust it, but that should cover the stuff that was misleading. (Edit: Right, I accidentally posted this in Characters. Moved it here.)

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Man people love their swords.

Lord Wraith

I usually tend to stray away from swords because of the popularity, but I just recently came up with the idea for the sword I'm using in this RP which seems to fit with the morale code of what is happening.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Litheal

Name Litheal Alias Blink Age 18 Personality If one could never take things to seriously it would be blink, although his demeanor presents carefree and casual the sword that he wields holds the weight of all those who he has slain. Upon receiving this blade he could not carry it let alone lift it off the table that it was placed. Taking every challenge he could he finally managed to lift the blade accepting the weight that burdened it down. The weight of the lives the blade had taken transferred from the sword to him silently as the blade became weightless, although the blade still weighed more than the sun and stars it was his weight to carry. Powers Blink - The sword he carries allows him to pass through a dimensional hole pushing him forward almost like a teleport that will transfer him to different locations. Although he can not blink into places he can not see, it still helps him to blink around his opponent allowing him an easy win in any fight that he finds himself in. Soul Transfer - The lives Misery takes is shared with Litheal, who gains knowledge and experience. Since the blade is an unknown age the lives it has taken in the past have given Litheal more knowledge than he needs in combat, strategical concepts and understanding. -Non super powers- Athletic - Litheal has spent his whole life on the streets quickly learning how to get out of tight spots, and with only things he could find at his disposal learned quickly to defend himself. Weaknesses Losing his sword will render him almost powerless as well as being unarmed. Depression, with the blade transferring the lives to Litheal will burden him down with the weight of the ones he has taken, with an uplifting free spirited guy he takes this very seriously. Litheal will try every effort to refrain from taking lives if only to save himself the grief later, this usually gets him into rough situations and simply put he usually tends to have to kill the ones who's lives he feels do not need to be taken. Appearance

Appearance

BRIEF Bio Litheal is not homeless in the way you would think a homeless man would be, he does not carry himself like the urchins on the street nor is he begging for cash on the corner. You wouldn't tell by looking at him that he struggles with social skills or even finding a place to sleep - that's because he doesn't, empty houses are all he seeks when he is interested in shelter. Looking through the window is good enough to find himself blinking into the open space. This isn't the sort of activities that people find a hero doing, but this is his compromise for the smallest misdeed that he can do that will not raise eyebrows at his intentions. Litheal smiles in wicked situations, he is the type to smile through a funeral but behind that laugh is a plague of ideas and serious thoughts about what is going to happen next. Misery, the sword that was 'given' to Litheal was not an easy transaction, one would say it was his to begin with. This is not a sword one would find by searching for it. Misery chooses its owner based on a multitude of decisions, maybe Litheal had a higher calling or maybe there is some mystery behind why the chose came out of hiding to be found. To keep things realistic, Litheal had found shelter from the storm after giving most of his belongings to a homeless mother bearing child, although he would have preferred to keep the items, the karma he could imagine would catch up to him. Inside the warehouse the blade sit on a shelf, it was a wooden shelf, nothing that could support to weight of more than a few pounds. Instead of reflecting light the blade seemed to absorb it. Wrapping his hand around the hilt the blade would not move from the shelf. Days had passed, even weeks and Litheal returned to the blade as if it were a puzzle. One day without even knowing it while trying to remove it from the shelf the blade spoke to him, although this could be confused as a voice inside ones head from years of social isolation. It did not talk in words that could easily be understood it spoke in the lives of the ones it had slain. Thousands upon thousands of memories started flooding into Litheal's head. A rational person, a normal person would have run far away from the horror that the blade had to show. But Litheal stayed, surrounded in darkness he wept for those who had lost their lives to such a beautiful sword, to those who would never have families and those long since forgotten. Eventually the memories were sketched into his mind like muscle memory and there he sat, holding the sword in his lap, with the shared weight of a million lives resting nicely between the both of them the sword was as light as a feather to him. Looking down at it, he knew its name, and with a name you have power. Misery. What they bring to the team? Morale balance - "Do we have to kill all of them?" Strategic foresight. Notes Blink has never had any contact with any league or justice affiliation, he feels he needs to be a part of the outsiders to keep innocent lives even if they have chosen the wrong path out of harms way if their lives can be spared. Everybody should have a second chance.

Misery

Misery is an artifact that was created before the dawn of civil communications, a time were a life held no value but weighed all the same. It's unfamiliar the one who forged it, although they must have known it would be used for greater purpose knowing the consequences of taking a life. They must have known the weight of a life and had to carefully craft the choosing process into the sword. Misery not only obtains the weight of a life, it obtains their whole life, the possible future for the one killed. From birth to every possible path that life could have chosen along the way. It knew whether the deceased were to find true love, raise a family or take over the world. The lives they took and the lives they were going to take. That is what makes the weight that much more unbearable. Misery bases its choice on a new owner every three thousand years, it is not slow in finding one. It carefully chooses based on every life since its last wielder. Taking into account on their morale beliefs as well as their ability to make choices nobody else will. Misery does not enjoy the weight of lives, it will find somebody who will take and help carry the weight that keeps it down. The challenges are easy, it finds the one, and slowly drives them with lives of the deceased until either they snap or they come to an understanding that all owners have carried with them. An understanding so deep that they know before they can carry her, that her passion toward the greater good is heavier than the lives she has taken.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Dragonbud all I can think about your characters powers is "Have you met my bear Tibbers" lol

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

Name Litheal Alias Blink Age 16 Personality If one could never take things to seriously it would be blink, although his demeanor presents carefree and casual the sword that he wields holds the weight of all those who he has slain. Upon receiving this blade he could not carry it let alone lift it off the table that it was placed. Taking every challenge he could he finally managed to lift the blade accepting the weight that burdened it down. The weight of the lives the blade had taken transferred from the sword to him silently as the blade became weightless, although the blade still weighed more than the sun and stars it was his weight to carry. Powers Blink - The sword he carries allows him to pass through a dimensional hole pushing him forward almost like a teleport that will transfer him to different locations. Although he can not blink into places he can not see, it still helps him to blink around his opponent allowing him an easy win in any fight that he finds himself in. -Non super powers- Athletic - With years of experience in sword fighting the blink power is lightly used due to Litheal's exceptional sword handling skills, his speed is also a huge factor in a fair fight with an opponent. Weaknesses Losing his sword will render him almost powerless as well as being unarmed. Depression, with the blade transferring the lives to Litheal will burden him down with the weight of the ones he has taken, with an uplifting free spirited guy he takes this very seriously. Litheal will try every effort to refrain from taking lives if only to save himself the grief later, this usually gets him into rough situations and simply put he usually tends to have to kill the ones who's lives he feels do not need to be taken. Appearance

Appearance

BRIEF Bio Litheal is not homeless in the way you would think a homeless man would be, he does not carry himself like the urchins on the street nor is he begging for cash on the corner. You wouldn't tell by looking at him that he struggles with social skills or even finding a place to sleep - that's because he doesn't, empty houses are all he seeks when he is interested in shelter. Looking through the window is good enough to find himself blinking into the open space. This isn't the sort of activities that people find a hero doing, but this is his compromise for the smallest misdeed that he can do that will not raise eyebrows at his intentions. Litheal smiles in wicked situations, he is the type to smile through a funeral but behind that laugh is a plague of ideas and serious thoughts about what is going to happen next. What they bring to the team? Morale balance - "Do we have to kill all of them?" Strategic foresight. Notes Blink has never had any contact with any league or justice affiliation, he feels he needs to be a part of the outsiders to keep innocent lives even if they have chosen the wrong path out of harms way if their lives can be spared. Everybody should have a second chance.

The Outsiders (DC comics based OC Superhero RP)

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