The Wild West

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

The Swarms - NPCS

Slaves

Name: Slaves
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Weaklings
Description: Mindless slaves, sent as meat shields to bog enemies down with their numbers while tiring out their strength as well.
Gear: Torn clothes, poor quality weapons, and sometimes slings for rock throwing.
Abilities: Agile, sharp claws and teeth, and come in swarms.

War Rats

Name: War Rats
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Mooks
Description: Only slightly more intelligent than slaves, they are fitted with better equipment and trained for battles. They are still mainly used to overpower by numbers, but are much more deadly compared to slaves.
Gear: Carry around assortment of melee weapons such as swords, axes, and spears with shields of depending quality strapped to their arms. They also wear tougher armor, mostly still cloth but important areas protected with sort of decent quality.
Abilities: Less agile due to their armor, still have teeth and claws, and still come in swarms but less numerous.

Plague Rats

Name: Plague Rats
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Mooks
Description: Fanatic worshipers of their God, crazy rats that act as frontline soldiers to battle against all heretics and spread their plague.
Gear: Usually carry around heavy two-handed weaponry to dent heavy armor and inflict heavy damage, generally coated in some feces or other nasty stuff to spread their disease. Their armor generally consist of cloth, their weapons are already slowing them down enough.
Abilities: Slow due to weaponry, riddled with diseases to spread, and generally are freaks that take more damage before they go down compared to other rats.

Famine Rats

Name: Famine Rats
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: A bit more clothing around the body, with better weapons on themselves.
Power Level: High Level Mooks
Description: Commonly mistaken as slaves, these rats are used for quick incisions of guerrilla warfare than upfront combat. Speed is their game, and they generally are the fastest out of the mooks as they are able to look like blurs to normal eyes.
Gear: Generally knives for combat, and wear cloth armor to provide for full mobility and speed.
Abilities: Can travel extremely fast with their bodies, faster than even most of Swarm Death but fighting abilities are lacking due to their focus on speed. Though, they fight by actually taking objects from enemies at blurring speeds before leaving them completely defenseless to their knives.

Death Rats

Name: Death Rats
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: High Level Mooks
Description: Silent assassins, these are the lesser and beginners of the art of death as they practice to become full fledged assassins. They are generally smarter than the average rat, they rely on their sneaking and stalking to do their work before attempting a flurry of blows on opponents to their backside. Never fight head on, generally aim for higher targets and leave fighting to slaves before disappearing into the shadows.
Gear: Heavy cloth armor, colored black to conceal their presence in the darkness and also carry around several sharpened daggers.
Abilities: They are silent, stealthy, agile, and deadly. Lowest numbers of all Mooks, though most experienced and smartest at of all the Mooks.

Rat Ogres

Name: Rat Ogres
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Mini Bosses
Description: Large destructive beast, reaching to the height of 15 - 20 feet tall as their muscles bulge against the scarred skin. Molded by the Warmaster himself, they are hulking beast that tear through droves of rats while ignoring dozens of seemingly fatal attacks. Warriors on the battlefield, they are rare sights to behold.
Gear: Nothing, they rely on their pure brute strength and natural weapons to cleave through enemies. Anyways, it is impossible to even try to armor them up with the amount of rage that goes through the monsters and generally pick up any random large objects as weapons.
Abilities: Pure unadulterated power, surprisingly fast for their size and natural weapons able to tear through armor like butter.

Plague Monks

Name: Plague Monks
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Mini Bosses
Description: Even crazier than their fanatic brethren, they are much more powerful than the average rat as they have tapped into using magic to spread their disease. They are backliners to the Pestilence Swarm as they hurl potent flesh dissolving diseases across the battlefield.
Gear: Generally wearing cloth armor, they carry around well-crafted swords for close combat and a staves for long ranged spellcasting.
Abilities: They are able to withstand many forms of disease as they almost bathe in it daily to show their devotion. For spells, they can either form varying sizes of plague balls to cause devastating area of effect damage that will most likely kill anyone in a minute with their agonizing diseases. Secondly, most are able to also shoot out a 15 foot cone of disease towards any direction they are facing, able to stop entire swarms in their tracks if enough are gathered in the same place.

Rat Snipers

Name: Rat Snipers
Alliance: Active Obstacles
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: Miniboss
Description: Working at very far distances, these rats through stealing and murder have managed to re-engineer their own weapons to use from the hands of the humans that once lifelessly gripped onto. Working in many pairs, these rats use the their weapons to snipe enemies from far distances and reposition with their mobile shielding at extreme speeds. They usually leave the Famine Rats to strip enemies of their armor before striking a fatal blow. The only downside is that these guns are shoddy due to early prototyping, they often break in the middle of a battle and the most well-taken care of gun could only last one or two battles.
Gear: Cloth, magical shields carried by partners, and hand-crafted sniper rifles.
Abilities: They can still move at extreme speeds, these rats also have good eyes and reflexes to be able to strike down opponents in a hectic battlefield of countless bodies to find their perfect targets.

Assassin Rats

Name: Assassin Rats
Alliance: Active Obstacle
Appearance: See Picture
Power Level: High Level Miniboss
Description: Silent eviscerators, these rats are the pinnacle of their impossible training into one once frail body. They have complete and utter control of every single muscle in their body able to perform impossible acts of acrobatics with their high intelligence able to pinpoint the exact weaknesses after a few strikes. Only a few exist, they travel alone in the darkest parts of hell to strike at their targets.
Gear: Hard leather armor, a dark color that compounds with their pure stealthy skills already and carry several potent poisoned weapons such as punching daggers and knives.
Abilities: Full body control, impossible agility, stealth, and the spell to turn into smoke and travel at will.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Macavity - Super Secret Underground Bunker

Macavity was feeling rather exhausted after his little rant, it has only been a short time with this girl but for some reason caring for other people sure takes a lot out of your day. He had forgotten about the trouble of talking to people on an actual personal level, he hasn't really looked back after his first heist and stopping now just stockpiled all his baggage at once on himself. Macavity sighed aloud, dropping the MREs onto a nearby nightstand as he started to rub his temples. He had no idea how people can live such an exhausting life, stealing was second nature to himself, but having people depend on you is something totally foreign to the rather easy going master criminal. Still, even he knew that his little rant may have been a bit harsh to some little girl who had just lost her parents from organized crime. He wouldn't be too surprised if she decided to leave, in all honestly her leaving would probably allow him to get back to his regular groove than stressing out over other people. He was just about to lean his head towards the ceiling and close his eyes before the little girl managed to say something that got back his attention from the rather awkward situation he had put himself inside of his uncontrolled outburst.

"Cassidy? Huh. You looked more like a Cassandra to me, but I guess everything hasn't been going my way during this time," Macavity quipped, looking back at the girl scarfing down the food just like in the alleyway. Ever since he had gotten these powers, his emotions were kind of all over the place when talking to people, his urges started to grow more and his emotions were becoming as fickle as his need for some object or another in his line of sight. "Look, it wasn't my first idea to give you to those goody two-shoe heroes but I honestly can't think of much in such a short time," Macavity said, "It won't be too bad living with them anyway kid, I mean Cassidy, but look at it this... What?" Macavity soon heard a firm deconformation from Cassidy, he looked bewildered for a short second before moving himself to the edge of his seat with a skeptical face as she further discussed her plan with the thief.

"Cassidy! I know I used my powers for my own gain but baby steps girl! I didn't start off my first heist at Fort Knox, well I mean I did rob it blind later, but that was when I was ready to take on such a task. I know you're angry at these people, but throwing your life away isn't one thing anyone would want, start small first and build your accomplishments to the top rather than jump into the abyss with no help at all." This was something new to Macavity, even though she was throwing away his plan to the air and deciding to go some sort of vigilante route, he honestly felt pride as she stood up with such a impressive demeanor against the safe plan. He had forgotten people could be so determined, he had forgotten about how he used to feel that way in his old life, and right at that moment Macavity remembered that there was more to other people rather than just himself all alone in his little stockpile of money. As he looked back at Cassidy, she was fast asleep in his bed probably exhausted from everything she had experienced in the time she had spent in this strange city. "Well... Chrona, I may think you as some sort of crazy son of a bitch, but I can't say I could leave you as an unequipped loon out for revenge," Macavity cracked his knuckles with a big smile on his face, his head flourished with tons of ideas of places and equipment to steal to make the best costume in this city. It was his time to shine with his power and skills, these people probably wouldn't mind missing stuff as it would all be going to a certain hero to protect the streets against thugs.

Hours passed along as Cassidy was fast asleep on the luxurious bed, Macavity hitting up his other safe houses for extra materials and choice factories to steal just a tiny bit of some important materials. He didn't sleep that day, carefully covering his steps and presence with his powers as he walked all around the city. Most of the stuff he had brought along were stolen items from his past adventures collected from their dusty standstills as displays for his many stands in other areas. Others were top of the line fashion designs carefully downloaded or plucked from the folders of famous designers. In the end Macavity had a sizable collection of materials for costume design, all he had to do was wait for Cassidy to try to choose and decide the style that she wanted in her costume. He also brought along some to-go breakfast diner food for someone that would find themselves wanting a nice and hearty breakfast in the morning. Also he had on himself some of the top of the line materials on him as well, such as lightweight and sturdy material which would provide a sturdy defense against most physical attacks and more normal fabric to go over the defensive material. It was a good thing that Macavity himself had experience in tailoring as the suits he was wearing were made by him, but using this kind of material is above his level in which he could only hope that he could make a good costume to protect Chrona during fights.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Arsenal - Highway Robbery

Arsenal had found himself hidden behind Chatterbox's reprimanded car, generally his defenses against most means of attack were low since most of his body was still flesh, so he had to find cover before unleashing his superior firepower at the soldiers and capes. Chatterbox was beside him, the man was going to be useless at first but if the group manages to protect him long enough it should end the fight there making the capes and soldiers follow his directions. Lovely was still making their way over to the highway, unprotected by the car's cover, but their parahuman ability gave them a superior defense against the Protectorate's methods of non-lethal attacks. Headhunter was positioned somewhere faraway in the hills, he would be giving them fire support with their obnoxiously powerful weapon and finally Sofia had found herself in the middle of the highway to disrupt the convoy. It was good that almost everyone was at their positions as the convoy could be seen by the entire group by now, the group all hopefully waiting for their plan to work as intended and break out Gamble with minor injuries from the ensuing fight with two professional capes. And boy, did their plan work wonders on the Protectorate.

Three consecutive shots rung throughout the air, loud as balls, but all three managed to perfectly hit their targets. The ensuing clusterfuck happened between the convoy with one spiraling out of bounds of the highway, the other crashing into the median causing a pile up from the south, and the final unlucky truck that dealt with Sofia quite literally flipped in the air violently crashing onto the highway with sparks and scrap flying everywhere. As the scene settled for those few seconds, it almost looked like it was from some blockbuster action movie, the scene laid before Arsenal was quite awesome to the mind of the young boy. However, this is where the movie fantasy ends and where the real life fight was going to begin for the Jacks.

Exactly four men busted out of the vehicles, Arsenal quickly recorded the location of all four enemies with one completely out of cover firing rubber bullets at Sofia. One with a semi-auto rifle had hidden themselves behind the median of the highway taking shots at the approaching Lovely, and the other two hiding in the wreckage of concrete and ruined metal. However, there were no sight of the capes from what Arsenal could see with his fleshy eyes. All he could see were the lowly grunts, but the main trouble was hidden among the carnage of the highway. He didn't trust that the crash had knocked them out, but he would have to act now to get the upper hand against these grunts and Headhunter would most likely cover the group if the unknown capes were sneaking up on the bunch. Still, it was nice to not show out your entire hand at the beginning of the battle, so Arsenal only let out two of his mechanical arms from his large poncho. The two metallic limbs gleamed against the sunlight in their glorious aura which provided a more powerful weapon than those dinky weapons the grunts are using against the Jacks. "Time to do some work," Arsenal said, all ten fingers suddenly transforming each into their own little barrels with the living weapon soon bursting from the car's cover. He let out soon a volley of firepower that those soldiers would never forget, all ten barrels individually streamed out their own rubber bullets, each finger controlling a different angle of fire, and each arm would be aiming at a different direction making this barrage of bullets fly in almost every direction in front of him. The first target would be the uncovered asshole shooting at Sofia, the two hiding in the poor cover would be next priority, and finally the last target would be the man hiding behind the median shooting at Lovely. Also you have to remember, Arsenal has even has more fire power under his poncho with even more weapons crammed into those arms meaning that he ain't going to be running out of ammo during this fight.

Artificer - Denver Skyline

Still unaware of the Endbringer sized beast flying through the air, Artificer firmly grasped the hostage's hand and pulled her up onto the Ebony Fly which only left Kyoshi to climb on board. He watched that his partner didn't really want to take the safer route, but simply wanted a more stylish entrance to Furnace as with her powers soared straight into the air to reach the taller building. Artificer rolled his eyes at their new recruit's antics, soon ordering his fly to reach the group of heroes on the office building, transporting the hostage that seemed to be pressing their body tightly against his back which may or may not have caused some awkward blushing under his mask.

The two arrived shortly after Kyoshi, the giant Ebony Fly landing onto the roof allowing the domino masked hostage to safely place themselves in the midst of the group of heroes. Artificer was still glad that G4M3R was safe with the help of Furnace, he would have to thank him after they get the most likely bewildered woman to safety, and this will also be a great story to say that the Minutemen had helped save a hostage with Furnace. They would definitely have to stop at the part where the mean blonde lady screwed over everyone on the roof, but still today was pretty good considering they actually managed to do something heroic in today's events. "Yo G4M3R, glad your safe, pretty crazy day am I rig-" Artificer managed to say, getting off his fly before a certain someone had suddenly materialized out of thin air. The sudden sight had shocked the young parahuman, losing his footing on his way down causing him to slip and slam onto the ground. "Fuck!" Artificer yelped out, quickly scurrying back onto his feet and ready to order the Ebony Fly to ram into the sudden completely covered mystery man. "Who- fuck that hurts, Who are you?" Artificer said defensively, the Mintuemen's pride probably couldn't handle being humiliated twice in one day by some random parahuman strangers.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Linas Richards

Exhale

Name: Linas Richards
Alias: Exhale
Age: 43
Alignment: Villian
Loyalty: Independent
Appearance: An older man, Linas finds himself not looking like his best as he slowly but surely reaches towards his twilight years. He is structured on a pretty average level, maybe just a bit more on the lankier side, but stands at the height of 5’11”. As with old age, Linas finds his short hair balding from the front leaving not much to look as it is starting to lose its color. He also sports a weak chin, generally making his appearance not his best trait. Costume-wise, Linas finds himself wearing his old lab clothing with a few modifications for combat. Mostly, what you would be seeing is his rather heavy white lab coat specifically made to resist minor explosions, heat, and generally a low caliber bullet or two. Underneath are some business casual clothing, fitted to act as minor cushions that are made from similar materials to his lab coat and finally wears a two piece gas mask with tinted black goggles. On his body as well are some bandoliers which can hold ten gas canisters and on his belt underneath his lab coat can hold at a maximum of five.
History: As a young boy, Linas found himself not looking like the best kid around combined with his rather seclusive nature led kind of left a forgettable time of his life. The best that he can remember were his parents were busy with work at the lab, no one exactly bothered him in school, and his interest in chemical in nature started to sprout in his young mind. Both parents were known biologist in the scientific community, the pair were married and made a discovery here and there within their field. Linas was unexpected to the parents, he was an accident, but they didn’t want to be rid of him which caused a impermeable distance between parent and child. The only thing that Linas had found interesting with his parents was that while they were away on trips, he could experiment with their stuff which allowed him to get a better understanding of chemistry as he started to grow older.

Many years later, Linas had graduated at the top of his class from MIT with a doctorate in chemistry. Both parents were proud of their son, but the same distance still stood even with the achievements of their son. He was in his late twenties at this time, it didn't take too long to find some place to work with both his achievements and connections from his parents. He found his place of work within a military facility, it was highly funded, highly equipped, and full staffed lab which was all that he could ask for in his life. The job that the scientist were supposed to be achieving was creating better and effective medicine for combat purposes, but their true goal was to synthesize new deadly and potent gases to be used in black ops. Linas didn't mind much of this fact, even with his work being shoved under the rug by government, he was still getting paid an extreme amount of money and got to work at one of the most highly equipped labs in the world. It was his dream job, and coincidentally, was were he met his dream girl. The two married each other after a long period of time of awkward flirting, interesting research, and generally good fun between the two and their fellow members of the lab. This lasted for twenty years, their work of creating deadly combinations of chemicals never really phased the scientists too much as they worked, but soon enough their work caught up to them.

It was on one fateful day, the lab in itself was being moved towards another location and the scientist that had been faithfully working for years were moving as well. No one really gave it much thought, their work was dangerous so it was assumed that they were being moved in case of terrorist plots. Most of the big equipment has already been packed up, the facility was bare bones only leaving the scientist to pack up any personal items and data on further research. On the other side of the facility, there was a team of men ready to spill some blood. The government in itself were disguising this attack as a terrorist plot, the work of the scientist cover story on medical drugs was starting to wane every so slightly and little bits of their research was being suspected to the US. The scientist in themselves had become liabilities in their research, every single one knew too many secrets and were to eliminated to cover all bases for this extremely illegal work. They soon busted into the lab, five were dead on the first few seconds as everyone started to scatter away but all exits had been sealed right before the strike team had come for the kill. Linas and his wife hid away under some desk in the corner, the team were quick and efficient finding almost everyone in minutes executing everyone on site. It was only time until they found the two, dragging them out from under the desk, both kicking and screaming as they started to aim their sights. It only took one shot, blood splashed onto his face, and his screams soon turned deadly. A tasteless and odorless nerve toxin suddenly expunged from his lungs, the sudden burst filling the room at a such high concentration and potency had quickly and effectively killed the entire strike team in seconds. Everyone was dead now, Linas stared at his dead wife for what seemed like hours before looking at her murderers. He checked their bodies, trying to find anything that could relate to anyone, and as he removed their armor found the signs that these people were apart of the military that the group of scientist were working for. He started to hyperventilate, and soon streams of smoke exited his mouth and onto the bloodied floor, this surprised Linas greatly as he quickly covered his mouth thinking the smoke came from some other direction. However, as he uncovered his lips, small streams of smoke slowly trickled out. Linas was afraid, he looked at all the dead bodies in the room and soon dashed for the exit that had been previously blocked by the government officials.

It had been two years since his escape, Linas has been hiding for quite some time figuring out his newly found powers and from the government that wanted him dead. He was depressed for a long while, his powers had come in too late to save everyone and soon this turned into seething hate for everyone. He became bitter, and now his silent fury had gushed out too far and Exhale was created to solve his anger problems against the world.

Personality

Motivations: Revenge, everyone that works for the government is on his shit list.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes:

• Chemistry
• Technology
• Scientists
• Classical Music
• Books

Dislikes:

• Government
• Spicy Foods
• Blood
• Sexual Interest directed towards him

Derangement:Generally Linas has become much more aggressive from his previous mild-manner self, he can control it pretty well but sets off if anyone ever mentions his wife.

Parahumanism

Skills: Incredibly talented in his field, knows how to synthesize and increase potency of almost any chemical concoction even the deadly ones with normal methods. Increased lung capacity, can hold his breath and breath in more than the average person while training his power.
Classification: Blaster
Details: Exhale has the ability to create and rearrange any form of gas within his body and exhale it out in large quantities at any point of time. With his knowledge, Exhale knows how the create almost every toxic gases in the world and can even construct his own formulas if given enough time. He had also double triggered during his first trigger, allowing his body to cope with the extreme amount of deadly and fatal chemicals that are produced inside of his body. This means that he is able to resistant to any chemical concoction that is used on him without a single thought and immune to his own attacks.
Limitations: Exhale's gases can't tell friend from foe and attacks generally everyone who isn't protected in some way or another. He also needs to inhale gases to change the composition and form making his power useless if you deprive him from his source of power but that would generally kill anyone if you took away all oxygen from the area.
Equipment:

• Box of Matches
• Pack of Cigarettes
• Extra gas mask with two filters
• 20 empty gas canisters

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Linas Richards

Exhale

Name: Linas Richards
Alias: Exhale
Age: 43
Alignment: Villian
Loyalty: Independent
Appearance: An older man, Linas finds himself not looking like his best as he slowly but surely reaches towards his twilight years. He is structured on a pretty average level, maybe just a bit more on the lankier side, but stands at the height of 5’11”. As with old age, Linas finds his short hair balding from the front leaving not much to look as it is starting to lose its color. He also sports a weak chin, generally making his appearance not his best trait. Costume-wise, Linas finds himself wearing his old lab clothing with a few modifications for combat. Mostly, what you would be seeing is his rather heavy white lab coat specifically made to resist minor explosions, heat, and generally a low caliber bullet or two. Underneath are some business casual clothing, fitted to act as minor cushions that are made from similar materials to his lab coat and finally wears a two piece gas mask with tinted black goggles. On his body as well are some bandoliers which can hold ten gas canisters and on his belt underneath his lab coat can hold at a maximum of five.
History: As a young boy, Linas found himself not looking like the best kid around combined with his rather seclusive nature led kind of left a forgettable time of his life. The best that he can remember were his parents were busy with work at the lab, no one exactly bothered him in school, and his interest in chemical in nature started to sprout in his young mind. Both parents were known biologist in the scientific community, the pair were married and made a discovery here and there within their field. Linas was unexpected to the parents, he was an accident, but they didn’t want to be rid of him which caused a impermeable distance between parent and child. The only thing that Linas had found interesting with his parents was that while they were away on trips, he could experiment with their stuff which allowed him to get a better understanding of chemistry as he started to grow older.

Many years later, Linas had graduated at the top of his class from MIT with a doctorate in chemistry. Both parents were proud of their son, but the same distance still stood even with the achievements of their son. He was in his late twenties at this time, it didn't take too long to find some place to work with both his achievements and connections from his parents. He found his place of work within a military facility, it was highly funded, highly equipped, and full staffed lab which was all that he could ask for in his life. The job that the scientist were supposed to be achieving was creating better and effective medicine for combat purposes, but their true goal was to synthesize new deadly and potent gases to be used in black ops. Linas didn't mind much of this fact, even with his work being shoved under the rug by government, he was still getting paid an extreme amount of money and got to work at one of the most highly equipped labs in the world. It was his dream job, and coincidentally, was were he met his dream girl. The two married each other after a long period of time of awkward flirting, interesting research, and generally good fun between the two and their fellow members of the lab. This lasted for twenty years, their work of creating deadly combinations of chemicals never really phased the scientists too much as they worked, but soon enough their work caught up to them.

It was on one fateful day, the lab in itself was being moved towards another location and the scientist that had been faithfully working for years were moving as well. No one really gave it much thought, their work was dangerous so it was assumed that they were being moved in case of terrorist plots. Most of the big equipment has already been packed up, the facility was bare bones only leaving the scientist to pack up any personal items and data on further research. On the other side of the facility, there was a team of men ready to spill some blood. The government in itself were disguising this attack as a terrorist plot, the work of the scientist cover story on medical drugs was starting to wane every so slightly and little bits of their research was being suspected to the US. The scientist in themselves had become liabilities in their research, every single one knew too many secrets and were to eliminated to cover all bases for this extremely illegal work. They soon busted into the lab, five were dead on the first few seconds as everyone started to scatter away but all exits had been sealed right before the strike team had come for the kill. Linas and his wife hid away under some desk in the corner, the team were quick and efficient finding almost everyone in minutes executing everyone on site. It was only time until they found the two, dragging them out from under the desk, both kicking and screaming as they started to aim their sights. It only took one shot, blood splashed onto his face, and his screams soon turned deadly. A tasteless and odorless nerve toxin suddenly expunged from his lungs, the sudden burst filling the room at a such high concentration and potency had quickly and effectively killed the entire strike team in seconds. Everyone was dead now, Linas stared at his dead wife for what seemed like hours before looking at her murderers. He checked their bodies, trying to find anything that could relate to anyone, and as he removed their armor found the signs that these people were apart of the military that the group of scientist were working for. He started to hyperventilate, and soon streams of smoke exited his mouth and onto the bloodied floor, this surprised Linas greatly as he quickly covered his mouth thinking the smoke came from some other direction. However, as he uncovered his lips, small streams of smoke slowly trickled out. Linas was afraid, he looked at all the dead bodies in the room and soon dashed for the exit that had been previously blocked by the government officials.

It had been two years since his escape, Linas has been hiding for quite some time figuring out his newly found powers and from the government that wanted him dead. He was depressed for a long while, his powers had come in too late to save everyone and soon this turned into seething hate for everyone. He became bitter, and now his silent fury had gushed out too far and Exhale was created to solve his anger problems against the world.

Personality

Motivations: Revenge, everyone that works for the government is on his shit list.
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Likes:

• Chemistry
• Technology
• Scientists
• Classical Music
• Books

Dislikes:

• Government
• Spicy Foods
• Blood
• Sexual Interest directed towards him

Derangement:Generally Linas has become much more aggressive from his previous mild-manner self, he can control it pretty well but sets off if anyone ever mentions his wife.

Parahumanism

Skills: Incredibly talented in his field, knows how to synthesize and increase potency of almost any chemical concoction even the deadly ones with normal methods. Increased lung capacity, can hold his breath and breath in more than the average person while training his power.
Classification: Blaster
Details: Exhale has the ability to create and rearrange any form of gas within his body and exhale it out in large quantities at any point of time. With his knowledge, Exhale knows how the create almost every toxic gases in the world and can even construct his own formulas if given enough time. He had also double triggered during his first trigger, allowing his body to cope with the extreme amount of deadly and fatal chemicals that are produced inside of his body. This means that he is able to resistant to any chemical concoction that is used on him without a single thought and immune to his own attacks.
Limitations: Exhale's gases can't tell friend from foe and attacks generally everyone who isn't protected in some way or another. He also needs to inhale gases to change the composition and form making his power useless if you deprive him from his source of power but that would generally kill anyone if you took away all oxygen from the area.
Equipment:

• Box of Matches
• Pack of Cigarettes
• Extra gas mask with two filters
• 20 empty gas canisters

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Artificer - Denver Skyline

Artificer was simply trying to give out a helping hand to another hero, I mean this random lady was dealing with the famous Furnace, so just adding a couple more heroes for some extra intimidation factor would most likely make them let go of the hostage. That was Artificer's thought process anyway, however, as the costumed lady gave him a death glare with an ominous counter-threat, he felt that he might of messed up quite a bit. "Hey! Lady, what do you think you're saying? You're surrounded! So giv-" Before Artificer could finish his sentence though, the costumed villian had suddenly flew up straight up into the air with the resulting shock wave of air causing some massive turbulence on the Ebony Fly. “Oh shit!” Artificer shouted, the Ebony Fly shaking violently as it tried to re-orientate itself from the powerful gust of air. Artificer tightened his grip on the rope tied onto Ebony Fly, he almost felt his body slide completely off the side but he tightened his position on the fly as he pressed his thighs tightly together on the ebony wood. These actions allowed Artificer to survive from falling off the Ebony Fly, but from the backside he could feel his friend slipping off as he did not have time to properly anchor himself to the wooden fly. The young hero cursed to himself as it would suck pretty bad if his friend and leader died in such a gruesome way, so as he was about to order Ebony Fly to save G4M3R the hero Furnace seemed to swoop in and save the day! With a sigh of relief behind his mask, Artificer watched Furnace and G4M3R crash land on the roof allowing the fly-rider to focus on the newer member of the team with the apparent saved hostage.

It only took a few seconds for Artificer to arrive at the lower building, he saw the hostage a bit more clearly as it seemed they were some young woman who had found herself in a strange situation with little to no damage on her. However, the same couldn't be said for their teammate Kyoshi with their arms looking like they were damaged to a moderate degree from the high speed catch. "Yikes, that looks like a gnarly burn Kyoshi, but at least you managed to save the hostage," Artificer said, unsuccessfully trying to make his teammate feel a bit better, "However, I'm pretty sure Furnace and G4M3R would like us to come over to make sure the hostage is safe." Artificer landed the fly near the two, the rider offering his hand to pull up the other two onto the fly and once the two were on board would fly themselves over towards G4M3R and Furnace on the taller building to unify the separated parties. During this process, Artificer didn't see the fact that a 24 foot long flying beast passed by the group nearby, unaware of the monster sighting as his attention was to bring the two girls to the other side in safety.

Macavity - Super Secret Bunker

Macavity shrugged to himself at the apparent defeat of the question monster, it seemed that his story had managed to quell the beast's hunger about his past. Anyway, with this pause in the conversation, Macavity yawned to himself loudly as he started to stretch his back against the soft luxurious chair. During this action, Macavity noted that the girl had placed back one of the golden bars back into its neatly stacked pyramid formation. It seemed at least that the little girl still had some sort of code of honor to herself as most people he knew would have at least tried to take one for the road. Macavity shrugged to himself mentally at that observation, it seemed that the girl didn't have the mentality yet for using her powers for her own gain and seemed to be taking a higher road when presented with the same situation that Macavity had found himself at his young age. It was a bit interesting, but it didn't matter too much to him as Macavity would soon have to be rid of her in some way as the longer he left her here, the more dangerous she becomes to the thief. Sure, he knew the risk of stealing valuable objects from the Bratva, but stealing parahuman cargo that could snitch on the organization's operation? That was something Macavity knew that was going to blast in his face if he tries to keep the girl in his care. Either way, she needed to be ousted from his company, preferably in a position where she won't be instantly captured and sent somewhere off into the world for her powers.

As Macavity was discussing various plans within his mind, it took him by quite a surprise once the girl had suddenly lurched up from his bed. The thief thought just for a second that the girl might have become violent at the little amount of options she had left, that was a long shot, but Macavity didn't want himself being frozen for her to just walk up to him and murder him in his own hideout. He was just about to turn himself invisible before she went into a completely different direction he had been expecting, it was actually straight into the bathroom? Oh... At the realization of what the girl wanted to do combined with the reaction that Macavity had put up, the thief lightly chuckled to himself at his stray thought of being betrayed and killed by some little girl. Relaxing back into his seat, he put his legs crossed on a nearby leg rest, continuing to think of plans and locations that Macavity could stash her safely without being reliant on his powers and secret hideouts.

When she arrived back into his field of vision with a small joke, Macavity slightly smirked, not at the joke, but at the fact that this little girl was recovering quite quickly from such terrible time that would put most children in a state of panic and start to bawl their eyes out. This girl was a bit different from the rest, but it was common knowledge that most parahumans were quite different from the average joe. "Well, like the famous actor once said in a certain dinosaur movie, you gotta go when you gotta go," Macavity said, joking back at the girl before she threw herself face first back into his bed. It then didn't take long before the girl started to complain about her fatigue and hunger, it seemed that she wanted food from her meager cries, and Macavity was happy to oblige as he started to move himself over towards the MREs. The thief didn't eat much of them, he stole a crate of these on a whim, but he definitely isn't one to waste food or throw away any stolen objects. So, as he was grabbing a few of these nutritious packs for her, it seemed that she had another question on her mind with a tough answer that Macavity had to say to the young girl. "Ok... Look, first of all, I would highly recommend that you actually avoid talking or looking at any stranger especially the police. The Bratva are ruthless and efficient, especially with their new leader, and I'm almost 99.99% sure that sure that the police have been corrupted through the Bratva's influence from either one little cop to the entire department. I've been in the criminal trade probably longer than you since you have been born, so you can trust me that I know what I'm talking about right now. Secondly, I'm sorry to say this, but your previous life has been over since the moment the Bratva got their dirty mitts on you. Do you know why? Because you are the first leak that the criminal organization can't plug up with their brutal efficiency. I'm actually surprised they haven't put up a bounty on your head yet, maybe they are trying to do damage control or something after your break out, but with their bounty on your head it is going to cause every single villain in the entire city and beyond to hunt for you and bring you back to the Bratva which I'm definitely not going to let happen to you. So, lastly to my main point, can you guess which organization fights against these costumed villains on a regular basis and helps out the common citizen? Yes, I know they can be extreme douche bags and you don't want to let people know that you are parahuman, but it will be much better than whatever the Bratva are going to do to you... Girl? Damn, I don't even know your name." Macavity soon stopped his ranting and soon he walked back to his chair with two handfuls of MREs. The frustrated thief plopped himself back into the comfortable chair to make himself feel less uncomfortable after his words leaving a stale awkwardness in the room.

"I'm sorry for saying that all to you, I get mood swings often and was kind of getting frustrated over the fact that leaving you with the Protectorate was really the only option I could think of to save you from the hell you would experience if you were ever captured. There was also the elephant in the room and... Hey, you still hungry?" Macavity awkwardly said, raising up the several MRE packages in his hands, "You can stay here for a day or two to recuperate and regain your strength, however, sooner or later once that bounty hits the entire community of villains will be looking for you and keeping you would leave me too vulnerable as my power doesn't put up much of a fight. I hope you understand my reasoning here."

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Flint Dunigan - Ballroom Edge

@Lugubrious

As Flint finished his drink, draining down the last drips of alcohol as he placed the icy cup on the counter of the cocktail bar, he nodded towards Joakim for patiently listening to his past adventures. It felt nice telling stories once again, Prisilla was never one to sit down and shut-up, that girl always had to correct him when his tales got a bit too tall and bar patrons tend to be a bit more rowdy for his taste. Just a nice old sit down, let the man have some fun in spinning the tale and feel the excitement in his voice as the story begins to visualize in one's mind in perfect sync to the storyteller's voice. It was all about having fun, a different fun compared to bringing criminals to justice, but a more relaxed and calm fun than exciting and blood-pumping fun. Anyway, Flint was getting off on a tangent, it was only until Joakim brought up the question of recording his oral stories into a physical form.

"Oh? Asking me if you want to write down my stories? Well, you're already a step ahead from the other writers that try to retell my tales through the drunkard's lip. I give you my permission, hell ain't no stopping you if I really wanted anyway, but it would be fun to read stories that are recorded from the source material." Now as time passed between the two, the silence permeating between the past conversation, Flint coughed at the bartender and looked at his empty glass. The bartender got the hint and started to remake his previous drink, it would take some time before the alcohol would affect his body, but Flint has the habit that once he gets taste for alcohol he can't stop until he is passed out drunk in his bed. It was only until his drink was finished, taking another sip of the bourbon drink, Joakim had asked him another question.

"You want to know about Prisilla do you? Aren't you a little impatient fella. Ah, just yanking your chain. She's fine if that is what you're asking, girl is a tough nut and a better shot than me which is probably why she is the leader of the Sundance Guild. Strong clone and requip magic user that Prisilla, not a big elemental phony like me, but her old mentor can still humble her whenever she gets a bit too cocky in her trade. I actually had a talk with her earlier in the day, she was pretty darn angry that I actually joined Frenzy Plant rather than Sundance as she had been trying to get me to join before it was even formed, but I explained that I had to go other ways to improve my skills and after a while it was just us enjoying some drinks as friends. Though, she has already left if you were wondering to meet her, girl is protective of her home and didn't think it right leaving it unprotected any longer while she was enjoying some fancy ball. Anyway, you have any other questions? Now would be the time as I can finally start to feel the alcohol working its magic on me.”

Hellscapers! [PRETTY MUCH ALWAYS ACCEPTING EXCEPT WHEN WE HAVE TEN PEOPLE (WE DON'T)!]

Kritch had finally made his way out of that horrible prison, he had been hobbling behind the other two hellscapers to the escape vehicle while dodging those unruly prisoners that were swarming back into the terrible place called Hell. His hand was still mangled from the previous encounter, the initial pain had subsided but having a broken hand throb and bleed was still pretty inconvenient. Still, while escaping Kritch had the pleasure to see the desecrated corpse of the one that gave him quite the scare while in the vents. These even more unruly creatures seemed to have some sort of fighting capability that Kritch could rely on as he sticks towards the back watching them fight from the shadows. It was a thought, but it had to wait as an even louder noise than the screaming and yelling prison crowd was overpowered by a high pitched squealing that caused Kritch's back fur to stand straight up. The noise came from a large and fast vehicle hurdling towards their position, the squealing came from when it stopped ahead of the group before the supposed escape driver told them to hop in before that horrible beast wakes up again to start a rematch. The rat demon quickly hurtled towards the entrance, even if the vehicle was a bit smaller than he liked, it would provide ample time to recover and hide with his injuries.

Entering the surprisingly nice vehicle, a bit too nice for Kritch's standards, all seemed to be inside the vehicle as it drove away from the crowd of angry rioters outside the prison. He was still gripping his the wrist of his broken hand tightly, he would need this to be fixed as fast as possible in case of things got violent. Kritch took a few steps, sniffing and eyeing every corner and shadow to find any thing that the rat would find suspicious. He had also dropped the tent in the middle of room, sliding it off his back releasing the weight from his shoulders and allowing him to move his arms in a more free motion. Still, it seemed that this velchile was safe for now, he still didn't trust his surrounding but let himself relax just an inch more allowing him not to murder anyone that would touch his shoulder unannounced. So, he took his butt to a far corner of the RV and sat with his weapons on his lap and his eyes switching rapidly from area to area.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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