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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Alias:
Seraph.

Speech Color:
fff79a.

Character Alignment:
Hero.

Daily Occupation:
Doctor.

Identity:
Secret.

Character Personality:
Calm, collected and soothing, Mikha’il appears to possess an otherworldly harmony emanating from the celestial serenity surrounding him. Polite, maybe to a fault, and honorable, it would be safe to categorize Mikha’il as noble and a gentleman. He doesn’t appear to possess a zealous attitude towards anything, and seems to be at peace no matter the circumstances. Surely, there is something less than human embracing his gaze. Being an angel, Mikha’il radiates with heaven’s serenity and appears above many worldly worries but does not stray from showing compassion to those around him. A Seraph, Mikha’il has a sworn duty to defend the innocent as a guardian of light, and strike down the foes created by ill intent.

Compassion is indeed something one could brand Mikha’il guilty of. As the words state, Help Thy Neighbor, the angel does not hesitate to rush towards those in need of aid. As planet earth is a nexus of disaster, misery and otherworldly threats, Mikha’il stands as a barrier between the innocent and those whom would seek to harm the planet.

Chivalrous as the knights of old, Mikha’il bears himself with a sense of purpose, a will to serve those who cannot aid themselves in the face of adversity. Whether extending a healing touch, or wielding a celestial sword, Mikha’il appears to remain within a sense of harmonic bliss, something which easily washes over those around him.

Uniform/costume:
Sealed within a ring Mikha’il bears on his finger, is a set of full angelic plate along with his sword which can all be summoned at will, as long as he has his ring. Made by a smith of the celestial realm, Mikha’il’s ring is indeed one of a kind, and acts as a storage more so than anything else.

Mikha’il's armor consists of divine plate mail shimmering in the light, its white color reflecting the shine cast upon it. Complimenting his grace, the armor appears thin and lithe, licking his slender frame from plate boots to chest plate. As is common within the angelic descent, Mikha’il's armor is beautifully ornate with golden engravings stretching across its entirety.

Wrath

An angelic blade infused with divine energy, a weapon which can damage and kill the servants of darkness, such as the undead and demons.

Appearance:
Flawless, angelic, divine and beautiful, it is what one should expect from an inhabitant of Heaven, the Abrahamic celestial realm. A slender frame rivaled only by legends and myth of beauties beyond this world, Mikha’il walks with a sense of passion known among his race, for those who have knowledge of the angelic. Weightless steps bring him forth, fair skin and violet eyes peering back at whomever would regard his shape. Mikha’il would bring the assumptions mortals claim towards his angelic brethren to fruition, indeed. Rather than bulky muscles, a lithe body yields the same results due to his celestial blood.

Dressed in simple attire to blend in with the rest, Mikha’il does not sport any impressive clothes or a measure of wealth. Of course, bound by the celestial laws of Heaven’s strict pace, Mikha’il is not allowed an abundance of material possessions as a guardian of mortals. Rather, his focus should remain on those in need.

The most striking feature Mikha’il possesses apart from those enchantingly violet eyes would be his pure white hair, something which is highly uncommon and unheard of upon those of his apparent age somewhere in south of his twenties.

Much like the painting, Mikha’il does not possess an abundance of mortal requirements such as facial or body hair, neither does he appear to have any scars. He does however possess a belly button, hinting at angelic pregnancy being a truth.

Mikha’il’s voice is, in a word, melodic. It falls on the ear with ease and caresses the senses of those it touches, another addition of his celestial heritage. With singing being a large part of his civil interests, many would agree that they grow rather enchanted by his music. Falling into the stereotype quite strongly, Mikha’il uses a harp when he creates his music, as well as an accompanied voice to the divine instrument. It is not uncommon for him to sing to those he treats before they pass on to the other side.

Age:
Biblical, appears to be in his early twenties.

Origin Info/Details:
Stepping through the fog with blade in hand, Mikha’il had his feet bring him past the strewn corpses decorating the ancient battlefield. A flag moving in tune with the ever blowing breeze revealed the Anglosaxiskan empire with colors and creed, a multitude of soldiers repainting the once blossoming green grass. Lowering himself to a knee, the angel gently traced an armored hand across the mutilated frame of a young boy forced into war. He was not the only one, not the last, not the first. On both sides, men and boys had been brought into the conflict by a decree they knew nothing of, to fight for a king they had never met.

With a soft breath, the angel's touch emanated a warming light which closed the wounds though did little in returning the boy back to life. It was never the intent, but rather to prevent his passage from looking so very grim. "Would you deny him the truth of his demise?" A voice came, echoing through the air with a celestial clang. Mikha’il did not turn to see who it was that had greeted him, neither did he proceed with haste in offering a response.

"His loved ones will one day come and find him here, accompanied by his many brethren. I wish only to spare them the sight." The angel offered, ascending back to his feet before turning to look at the archangel Gabriel whom had blessed Mikha’il with his presence.

"A Seraph." Gabriel continued, raising an eyebrow. "You were recently promoted to captain due to your skills in combat, yet you denied the position. Why?"

"I am no leader, Gabriel." Since an age of biblical proportions, Mikha’il had displayed a nearly unmatched level of swordsmanship, though he would not fool himself. The angel had been a soldier within the celestial army since his creation, as was the purpose of his existence, but a leader of units he was not.

"Micheal would not make a mistake, Mikha’il." Gabriel reminded his younger sibling, placing a hand along Mikha’il's shoulder.

"Then he is more confidant in my abilities than I am, old friend." Ever since Mikha’il was a mere recruit in the celestial army, and before then as well, the man was humble to a fault. He never overstepped, he never spoke out. One should not however mistake the divines for a place of absolute purity, however. The divine military was lead by an iron fist.

"You have been assigned the assault of Pandemonium, why do you remain?" Gabriel continued, motioning towards his surroundings. Heaven and Hell, like the stories and myths had forever spoken, were at war. It was impossible to tell just how long it had been escalating but as a Seraph, it was Mikha’il's duty to be on the front lines in one of the elite squadrons. Time and time again the man had been offered a position of commander, but each time he refused. Was it truly a humble posture or was he not confident enough to have others under his care? In either event, even as a boy Mikha’il displayed a will to protect those around him as a comrade rather than a leader.

"Yes. The war continues, the infinite conflict." Mikha’il sighed, turning his gaze towards the heavens before a set of large celestial wings appeared on his back with a windy gust accompanying their conjuring. "Let is be off, Gabriel. I pray that one day, battle is not our only purpose."

"Prayers are for mortals, Mikha’il. We do not possess that luxury." Gabriel finished, straightening himself out before with an angel's flight, ascended into the air.

Hero Type:
Angel.

Power Level:
Worldly.

Availability:
- Mikha’il is able to heal even the most gruesome of wounds given enough time and energy. Including severed limbs.
- Mikha’il has the ability to heal himself and others.
- Mikha’il powers are not limited to wounds. He can also heal illnesses and other similar ailments, including effects caused by other mutations.
- Mikha’il can heal people a short distance from himself without needing to touch them.

Passive:
- All of Mikha’il powers are automatic on his own body. However, the more damage he sustains, meaning the more he will heal, the less energy he will have to heal others.

Limitations:
- Mikha’il does not have an unlimited supply of energy. The more gruesome the ailment he needs to heal, the more energy it will require. Without rest, overusing his powers will cause Mikha’il to faint.
- Mikha’il cannot bring people back from the dead with this power. Once a person is brain dead, they are beyond the ability of healing.
- Mikha’il needs to concentrate to heal others, meaning in a heated situation he'll have great difficulties.
- Removing curses and the like requires Mikha’il’s powers to be on the same level or higher to manage.
- Overusing his powers will cause fainting.
- Since Mikha’il’s powers are automatic within his own frame, he cannot shut off his own regeneration. The more damage he sustains, the less energy he will have and in turn, he won’t be able to heal others.


Availability:
Being an angel, Mikha’il can travel to the various forms of an afterlife spread across the multiverse and retrieve souls claimed from the mortal realm. This journey does however take time, and the inhabitants of such planes do not always take kindly to angelic intrusion.

Using this ability, Mikha’il has to physically transport himself. Teleporting to the otherworldly realms is not a difficult feat in itself, but once there, he will have to locate the lost soul and more than probably fight his way towards it.

Limitations:
This power transports Mikha’il to another location entirely, and from there, he will have to traverse the realms of death which is more often than not a perilous journey. He can be killed himself within the afterlife, and it can take anywhere from an hour to an eternity to bring back who is looking for.


Availability:
With this ability, Mikha’il is capable of summoning a set of ethereal, white feathery wings which allows for flight. Being ethereal, the wings phase through clothes and armor.

Attributes:

Height:
5’7”.

Weight:
100Ibs.

Strength Level:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Speed/Reaction Timing Level:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Agility:
Angelic, (Peak Human).

Intelligence:
Average.

Fighting Skill:
Melee Weapons:
Mastered.

Ranged Weapons:
Novice.

Resources:
Average.

Theme Songs:
Combat:
"Prepare thine self."

Everyday:
"Divinity upon thee."

Moved.

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Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

"I hear you, Ben..."

Stopping dead in his tracks, the boy felt as if paralyzed, his feet unable to move with eyes wide from the sudden voice echoing through his mind. "Ben..." The boy's thoughts returned, his teeth clenched before his body released the tension which had been building up inside. For a moment, the chaos seemed to pass him by unnoticed, as if he had been dragged out of the abyss by the voice of a loved one. Yes, a loved one, indeed. "Ben, I'm sorry...I..." Shifting his demonic eyes from The Barron and towards Benjamin, Skyler found himself as if enchanted by the wolf's ocean blue gaze. For the first time, the two locked eyes, gazing into each other's souls as the beasts they were. School days had come and gone, but their connection never came to be. Skyler's ceaseless hunger for the wolf's attention, his affection, his love, it was only now being met with a response, now in the deepest pits of depravity.

Once more trembling from fear and anxiety, Skyler's ravaging advance as the demon he was reached an abrupt halt. "H-hurt...yes..." The Efreet's thoughts continued, boiling tears forcing their way out of his eyes before dripping onto the ice covered floor, causing the frozen water to evaporate in steam. "Ben...it...it hurts so much..." Unable to shield himself from the influx of images pouring into his mind, Skyler's momentary calmness came to an explosive end. Abuse, neglect, hatred, sorrow, misery, devastation...death. The images came flooding and it all ended with Skyler's sister set ablaze beneath the same flames now tearing through the walls.

Taking a step back, the boy shook his head in disbelief, his eyes never leaving Benjamin's heavenly visage. "I'm sorry, Ben. I'm sorry..." Finally regaining enough control to spin around and dash out of the room. Though the flames ravaged on, they were starting to die out due to Skyler's unstable state of mind.

It didn't take long until he fell down to his knees on the grass outside, his claws holding onto his head as the boy screamed out in a demonic cry. A scream of anguish and pain washed over him, the hellish flames which had been encircling him sporadically spinning around the boy. He was unable to prevent the tears from making their way down his cheeks, the wave of emotions too much to bare. Joining the screaming with anguished cries, Skyler was feeling the loss of control seeping into his infernal rage, though wasn't able to retract their advance. His powers were simply too powerful for him to manage effectively and started to grow in size around him.

Like a bonfire, the Efreet was engulfed in his black fire, the flames creating an infernal orb which encased him inside. At this point, it was quite clear that this orb was imploding, getting smaller before it would eventually explode and more than likely consume the entirety of the museum along with the blast. Sixteen years of pent up flames were forcing their way out of their owner all at the same time, and the devastated creature within their embrace was all but helpless to halt their approach.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

A vampire!? A Witch!? Oh, and two werewolves!? This was starting to get way out of hand, as if that wasn't apparent with the highly unwelcome addition of The Barron. Blood, ice, anger, fangs, claws, sweat, trembling, the list went on. Skyler could barely contain himself, a sense of dread filling him to the brink. He was shaking, visibly so, as if shivers running down his spine. With strength leaving his legs at a rapid pace, the boy fell to his knees, his teeth clenched with fingers nearly digging into his arms as his they embraced the frail body he called his own. "No..." Though unable to feel the icy chill, unable to feel the magical shroud of heat emanating from the Witch, Skyler could clearly fill in the gaps. A battle was about to take place between en Elder Vampire and a Witch. Adding an Efreet to the mix wasn't going to help the situation, neither was adding two werewolves and poor Mushroom found himself in the middle of it.

Closing his eyes, Skyler attempted his focus solely at containing the raging inferno which at this point was trying to force its way out of him. Fire, it was an emotional power, an emotional source of devastation. Without a heart at ease, the boy's flames taken from the deepest pits of hell itself would free themselves and engulf the crystalline cage the group had found themselves in. "Y-you're all..." The boy finally spoke, swallowing his fears for the brief second of a moment. "You're all insane..." He stammered, struggling back to his converse clad feet before stumbling towards the wall with Mushroom moving closer to him out of desperation. An unwise decision, given the rippling air which had started to surround him, as if a scorching desert wind. "Get the hell away from me, all of you..." Turning a shade darker, and growing as he spoke, the boy's horns were responding to his emotional distress. His skin was growing slightly paler, and his eyes were starting to invert colors. The now clearly visible tail was rippling with traces of hell fire, his body trembling from fear, confusion and anxiety.

This was too much. It was going too far. Trapping an unstable demon in a box with other supernaturally powered beings wasn't the wisest of decisions and this vampire appeared old but wisdom had surely not arrived with age. Tensing his frame, Skyler found his breath leaving him, not out of exhaustion but in an attempt not to lose control. Once more falling to a knee, the boy attempted to maintain his inferno, his embrace tightening around his frame. It would however appear to be a losing battle, his powers far too unstable, and far too powerful for him to contain.

Slapping his hand against the wall, Skyler could no longer deny the feeling of absolute ecstasy accompanying the release of his dormant powers. He couldn't contain them, but neither could he unleash them like he so desperately wanted. Shifting his focus to the wall behind him, a roaring wave of flames licked its shape and tore into it like a ravaging beast locked behind bars. Causing the wall to boil, Skyler's hand was engulfed in the fire though untouched by its infernal rage. Anyone without the fires of hell coursing through their veins would surely feel the immense heat compacted into the crystalline cage. "I've had enough..." Skyler spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes moving up to the vampire before him, as if his demonic self had completely taken over with courage and rage. "I'm done being caged...no one...no one will keep me under their thumb anymore..."

Letting go of the wall, Skyler's flames continued to freely burn the shape without his contact, his demonic eyes now fixed on the vampire. "I don't know what I am...I don't know what fucking horror story spit me out...but I'm done being pushed around." Shifting in color, the boy's flames were starting to take on an unnatural color of the darkest night, turning a jet black which started to eat into the wall and surrounded him as if a spiraling shield. "Honestly...I don't even fucking care anymore! If you're truly a vampire, you don't like the sun much, right? I am the fucking sun...!" Finally breaking through the crystalline wall, Skyler's jet black flames continued to spread along the remaining walls.

Broken, shattered and mentally fragile, Skyler finally reached his breaking point. One could only poke the bear so much before it decided to bite back. With black claws now covering his fingers, the boy's skin turned a chalk white, his horns fully grown to reveal his clear, demonic nature and his shirt started to peel away from the heat emanating from his skin. "Touch Ben you asshole, and there won't even be ashes left of you..." Echoing through the air, Skyler's voice had taken on a clear demonic tone. It was evident that he had been through enough.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

Feeling his heart drop at the sight, Skyler found a God given courage needed to retain his calm. It was Benjamin, wasn't it? This was the same wolf from before, the same wolf Skyler had been informed of, the same person he was supposed to meet. Nothing went according to plan, nothing following the beaten path laid out before them. Gulping his fears down with the weight of a drowning stone, Skyler took a calculated step backwards, his hand resting firmly on Mushroom's frame to prevent panic from the shivering canine. Knowing his limitations, Mushroom was no blood hound or a guard dog. He was a mere pup, someone who'd rather run than fight. As one could probably assess by looking at him, the canine lacked capability.

The same could however not be said about Skyler, not by a long shot. Tensing at the werewolf's transformation, Skyler's eyes fell to the murder scene stretching out before him. Blood and fluids laid splattered across the floor and though none of it came from an innocent bystander or an unlucky victim. It was all Benjamin, every cell of it. Had the poor boy gone through this same event back at his home when he transformed the first time? Was this going to be a repeated process every time he proceeded to transform?

Managing to steal a glance at the woman besides him, Skyler's eyes found home on the actions Ben continued to make. Yet again, he acted like a playful pup. Though his initial movement nearly brought the poor woman enough anxiety to break through, he reached her south of a second before lapping that wet tongue across his skin. The sight was enough to calm Skyler's nerves somewhat. He was still innocent, still harmless. Well, harmless could possibly have been the wrong choice of word. If scared, he could very well turn those fangs and claws into deadly weapons.

Lowering himself to a knee, Skyler's ground around Mushroom loosened as he placed an arm around the pup, whispering calming words into the canine's drooped ears. "It's alright, Mushroom." He spoke ever so softly, halfway hugging his companion before returning to gaze upon the yet harmless beast. "I know him." Skyler continued, uttering the sentence to Marie whom appeared in control of the situation. Perhaps though, she merely wished to be, but reality might have looked otherwise. In truth, Skyler was more afraid of himself than he was of Ben. Animals far from scared the boy, and given recent changes, he had grown quite resilient to exterior fear. However, internal anguish had been accelerated with a notable pace. Would the worst come to pass, Skyler loathed to think of the outcome not because of Ben, but because fire could very well consume all.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

The Museum

"Bark, bark, bark!" With a determined stance, Mushroom's ears perked at the scent which reached his nose, a scent accompanied by a painful groan otherwise muzzled for those without canine senses. Only moments after his reaction, the pup whined pitifully and hid behind Skyler's legs, his large brown eyes looking in the direction of what could only be a threat.

"Mushroom?" Skyler's voice soothed the canine, his hand gently caressing Mushroom's back, his fingers running through the dog's fur. Safe was it to say that Skyler was unable to tell what had changed in the atmosphere surrounding them, though Mushroom's change in demeanor pointed towards an outcome which had otherwise passed over Skyler's head. Given how the dog clung to his owner for dear life, it was reasonable to assume Skyler's innocence in the matter. He had not scared Mushroom with an outburst of his powers, but something else was occurring within the museum's confines. Lowering himself to a knee, Skyler wrapped his arms around his dear companion in a loving embrace, scratching Mushroom behind the ears. "It's alright." The boy spoke softly, planting a gentle kiss on Mushroom's forehead. Ascending to his feet, Skyler took a few steps forward and looked behind him to see Mushroom remaining by his side. It was much better than the alternative, though the constant whimpering showed how scared the canine really was, his tail hanging low and his ears flattening in fear. A sense of comfort by his pack's side, that pack being Skyler, Mushroom stayed rather than bolting from place.

With a hand constantly placed on Mushroom's back, Skyler slowly progressed through the museum, ignoring the many stares coming his way. Part of him wanted to escape with Mushroom, but this turn of events could very well be Ben. Nothing had gone per plan so far, and waiting around did not yield any results. Recalling the instructions he had been given, Skyler could no longer stand around. Ben hadn't turned up, and if he did, they had missed each other. Skyler was not in the possession of a cellphone either, neither did he have anyone's number. Táph was nowhere to be seen, as an addition to the already complicated situation. Right now, only Skyler and Mushroom were together. Everyone else was scattered about, their location unknown.

As the boy and his trusty companion delved deeper into the museum, Skyler could note Mushroom's accelerated whimpering and added fear which had been put on the poor pup's shoulders. Now visibly trembling, Skyler and Mushroom had found themselves just past the Witch exhibit. One of the glass cases was empty, something it didn’t share with any other display in the room. Perhaps it was mere superstition, but given the situation at hand, nothing could be dismissed.

Apart from an Asian woman appearing in the distance, Skyler could not lay eyes on anyone else. The group had moved on to other exhibits. Mushroom's whimpering could be due to the magical forces in this room, as it was said that animals could sense such things. That could however be nothing but a myth. Either way, Skyler was more than prepared to believe in the supernatural. A look in the mirror was enough to clarify that.

Tracing his eyes across the room, nothing appeared to bother Mushroom more than what the poor dog had his eyes on, a door further away in the distance. That Asian woman was heading to that very point of interest as Skyler stood static, watching her while keeping an eye on Mushroom's development. He couldn't go further than this or Mushroom could bolt away at any moment. The canine was scared out of his mind, and now physically clinging to Skyler's legs, standing behind them. "Is something in there?" Skyler whispered quietly, furrowing his brows at the scene. Hopefully, no monster would pop out from that closed off room, but if it did, it was unlikely that any of the visitors would be able to fend it off. That woman could have a trick or two up her sleeves, but it was hard to tell. So far, Skyler could only assume his own capabilities. Despite not being able to control his powers, he'd have to do something if push came to shove.

"Mushroom." Skyler spoke, more assertively this time. Turning around, he kneeled and carefully placed his hands on the dog's cheeks. "Everything will be alright." Though the canine couldn't understand the words being uttered, animals could tell by the tone of a voice. Skyler's calm words did manage to calm the situation somewhat, but in truth, he had a hard time understanding why he was drawn to danger like this. For a while now, Skyler had acted against character and the only answer he had was preposterous. He assumed that if he wasn't human, perhaps these actions were caused by a natural desire which came with whatever species he was. While averagely intelligent, Skyler was quick on picking up hints. The rapid changes which had struck were not only physical. He found himself displaying more courage lately, and his otherwise careful demeanor had taken a backseat more often than he'd care to share. The boy found himself more aloof than ever before, and the change arrived with a tail and horns. Though the additions completely contradicted his personality, he found himself powerless to resist.

With a deep breath, Skyler took another step, approaching the distant door.