[@Nightrunner] and [@TheMusketMan], post a character sheet when you've actually got an idea. Empty skeletons (you guys didn't even try and come up with a freaking [i]name[/i], or fill out your notes - not even character-dependent) are not appreciated. They're ugly and space-wasting.

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[b]Name:[/b] 
Jackdaw Missouri. He goes by 'Jack', however. Shorter.

[b]Alias:[/b] 
N/A

[b]Age:[/b] 
21

[b]Appearance:[/b]
Jack's appearance has obviously been tailored from his rough lifestyle growing up, like most young men these days. A calloused and tough-fleshed person, Jack has light, chocolate-brown skin, obviously showing of his African-American descent and heritage. His eyes are a dark gray, with an obvious golden-amber hue amongst the middle of both eyebrows, circulating the iris; a natural, genetic mutation, he had thought at first. Something that stands out on his otherwise chiseled, defined face, is the multitude of sharp, livid-red scars dotting along the flesh. One such scar, long and jagged, goes down his left eye, while a smaller, yet no-less shallower scar dips along his fore-head, skirting over his left eyebrow, effectively creating an 'X'-like scar on the young man's visage. Jack's physique, much like his appearance has been defined by his lifestyle; muscular, yet defined and lean, giving him the build of a tough, strong, and fast man, body built from sprinting long distances with heavy loads, lifting heavy items, and rough-housing and fighting every day/other day. 

His hair is short and black, matching his eyebrows, as in most cases. The young man's clothing tends to change with the day, but his 'main' outfit, constantly washed and dried out, is a tough, durable, leather brown jacket, unzipped, whilst the collar itself is buttoned around his neck. It's weathered, yet practical, obviously having seen better days. Similarly tough, weathered, and lightly faded-along-the-bottom dark jeans completes his lower body, the right pants-leg tucked into the metal-sewn combat boot. Underneath the jacket, he wears a non-descript black shirt, with dark green, padded, fingerless gloves completing the ensemble. Multiple high-caliber bullets were strapped to various strategic points on his clothing - a necessity for his high-powered revolver, which didn't hold magazines. However, it was all taken away when he was 'arrested'.

[b]Abilities/Skills:[/b] 
Jack's abilities are more that of a natural Meta-Human, rather than anything honestly 'funky', or 'crazy'. The group he traveled with - effectively called his 'family' - has always said that it made him seem like somewhat of an eagle, but Jack doesn't really care. Basically, his strength, speed, durability, agility, and the likes are all enhanced to a level superior to that of a human, and even some of the more basic Meta-Humans. Although he hasn't been stressed enough to flex it to it's absolute limiting factor, he can apparently lift more than a few tons without strain, sprint at the speed challenging that of a revving motorcycle - although motorcycles are more comfortable for him - and bend and flip through the air with the acrobatic prowess of multiple Olympic gymnasts put together. 

However, one of his most defining traits is his unnatural reflexes, precision, accuracy, and hand-to-eye coordination. These qualities are supernatural, even to Meta-Human standards. He can hit a fly's wind from miles away, with a sling-shot and a small pebble...trust me, he's done it before. Due to this, his accuracy with any sort of fire-arm/ranged weapon is just...good. It's perfect. This also goes for close-combat, as his superior speed, and overwhelming reflexes and precision/accuracy allows him to easily take out opponents with swift, sharp strikes to critical areas. A downfall to his powers would most-likely be motion sickness; although his immune system is on-point, he can get sick easily whenever there isn't a sense of gravity around him; basically, levitation isn't his thing, and neither is space-travel, or floating around in a plane. If he's moving at a fast speed through the air, it isn't bad. Just...weightlessness hates him, and he hates it.

[b]Backstory:[/b] 
Jack's history isn't the most tragic, leading up to the present...but it is definitely filled with different hardships and trials. His original parents...well, naturally, he assumes that they were the classic biker and harlot couple, that had promptly left his butt in some rubble, back at Tower's Fall. The memories are hazy at best, but according to his [i]real[/i] mother, they had found his starving body sun-baked to a slab of glass-shredded concrete, about half-way to death. [i]They[/i] had taken care of him, nursing his small, child body back to health, good enough to let his Meta-Human factor heal the rest of the injuries and neglect over the course of the next few months. 

[i]They[/i] were the Talon Company, an infamous Mercenary company, former Deathtroopers of Presidium, and now a tight-knit, small group that travelled the world, doing often dirty and gruesome deeds for a hefty sum. Due to their lack of allegiance and general mystery, and their lack of Meta-Human prowess, the Talon Company wasn't hunted down by any of the new countries, seeing as their work was efficient, swift, and direct; taking out the Talon Company wasn't something you just did on a passing fancy; they were useful. 

The two people whom had noticed him first, and officially raised him on the dusty trail, was Cassie Missouri and Reggie Missouri, the two Leaders of the Talon Company, and his new mother and father. Life growing up on the road was tough, and his parents, and the Company, expected much out of him - especially when they discovered the true power of his Meta-Human physiology. Despite hesitation amongst the women, the men trained him in the arts of stealth, close-combat, and especially fire-arms, as early as the age of 4, and due to his photographic mind and supernatural body, he rolled with the punches, becoming a skilled Talon Company Mercenary at the age of 12, where he began taking contracts with the rest of the men and women.

 Years passed, with Jack over-all staying off the grid as a mercenary...and then, it was swift, it was bloody, and it was pure traumatizing. At the age of 20, one day before his birthday, they were taken out. Apparently, his father, Reggie, hadn't fulfilled a contract fully, for Vandal Savage - that is, taking out some rebellious forces heading Northwards towards Germania. He wanted Reggie and the Company to do it due to the lack of political and physical backlash it would cause Germania...but Reggie wasn't happy with the money. THe contract, albeit promised, wasn't fulfilled.

The Company was swamped by Germanian forces, and taken out.

Only Jack survived, taking out soldiers left and right...but with every bullet that entered a soldier's head, another five soldiers took their place. Without preparation, time, stealth, and night-time to his advantage, he had no chance to take out the forces. He didn't surrender...but he was knocked out.

When he awoke, he was in prison. How did he end up under Blockbuster's charge? He didn't know. Maybe a trade had happened whilst he was out? Regardless...he wanted revenge for his family's death. He wanted; no, needed to get out of this prison.

A bullet would enter Vandal's skull, and he would pull the trigger.

[b]Sample Post:[/b] 


[b]Notes:[/b] My favorite beverage would have to be Sprite...who doesn't like Sprite?
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It's well-written, it appeals to me because you cheated and used something that references Fallout, and it's a cool concept. However, it's also ridiculously overpowered, especially when we're explicitly looking for low-tier or under-developed meta's, and it's contradictory to in-universe 'laws' that have already been set out. A meta of Jackdaw's level would be turned over to Lex or Savage or any major leader immediately, not brought up within an independent merc outfit, and after 'going rogue', [i]definitely[/i] would not have lived through Deathtroopers to wake up in jail. You wouldn't have woken up.

Recommendations are to reduce your powerset (better-than-average human, perfect shot, or skilled cqc combatant, not [i]all three[/i]) and to bring your character's history in line with the established in-universe laws.

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| Name: |
No Birth Name

| Alias: |
The Sloth/Sloth

| Age: |
Physically mid-20s, Actually 3

| Appearance: |
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Sloth is a strange, somewhat intimidating creature that exists as a testament to the horrid experiments that go on when lawlessness reigns. His body is covered in thick fur, beneath which there are many scars from "tests" and torture. 
| Abilities/Skills: |
Sloth is a meta, with enhanced strength and dexterity. He has the capability to maneuver his feet as he does his hands, and is very skilled in close combat, using a very barbaric form of wrestling.

| Backstory: |
Sloth was "born" in a dark, secluded lab in the Presidium. One of many experiments of the mad Doctor Thaddeus Sivana, he was intended to be part of a mutant human-animal hybrid army with which Sivana would stake his claim. Perhaps unfortunately, Lex Luthor caught wind of Sivana's plan, and his punishment was swift and brutal: Sivana was killed violently, and most of the experiments were destroyed. Sloth, however, being infantile at the time, did manage to escape.

From there, Sloth spent most of his very short life wandering the land, constantly in fear of being killed on a whim. For a short while, Sloth found an almost happiness in the jungles of the Gorilla Coast, where he fit in for the most part, and was able to survive on his own. Unfortunately, this was not to last, as he was found and chased out under threat of death, forced to wander once more.

Eventually, Sloth made it to the border of the former country of Mexico. Almost immediately, he was captured and forced into the camps of Pandemonium, too simple to understand what was happening to him anymore. Now he remains there, waiting either to escape, or to die.

| Sample Post: |


| Notes: |
I'm a real fan of Faygo Peach.
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Frankly I find this character bizzare because [i]it's a sloth[/i] but you've endeared yourself to Wraith and a character being 'weird' is not a good enough reason to reject it, so for now this is doing well. I'll review it again when it's complete, however.

[quote=@knighthawk]
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[B]| Name: |[/B]
James, Jaredson
[B]| Alias: |[/B]
Wrath
[B]| Age: |[/B]
21
[B]| Appearance: |[/B]
As it is he is two forms trapped in one, a fiery butterfly trapped in an earthly cocoon. Tall for his age and well built, his skin is constantly the red of someone freshly sunburnt and his hair is black and long like a Native American which match his eyes of blotted out jet. He wears scavenged firemans clothing in any city for its fire resistance and durability, seeming to be fit enough to bear the weight with ease. With such scavenging often comes a fireman's ax or bill hook to defend himself with.

[B]| Abilities/Skills: |[/B]
Lets call homo-magi just for ease and call him a pyromancer for effect.
In truth he is decended from Trigon, but his blood is so thin over the decades to be laughable in comparison. All he is left with is a temper and an infernal heritage.
He can read from scrolls or cast ritualistic spells with time, knowledge and concentration. Sadly he lacks time,  knowledge and concentration. His main power is his pyrokinesis/pyromancy which grows in strength with his temper, the one thing he has in spades. Where his father was the incarnation of wrath, a physically invulnerable and magically super-strong opponent. he is not, he is at the peak of the human condition but still highly mortal except for his invulnerability to heat. He has never tested the highest limits such as jet engines or lava, but it is sufficient for him to not fear his own power to hurt himself.


[B]| Backstory: |[/B]
[INDENT](Who are you? Where did you come from and how did you get thrown in prison.)[/INDENT]
[B]| Sample Post: |[/B]
"In you go, hot head."

"You really think thats creative?"

"No, the fact you are in a paper-mache' box over a pit of liquid nitrogen is pretty creative though."

This left James to stare a the floor in wonder and fear if such a thing was true or a mere ruse for compliancy, he couldn't afford to test the theory, yet.

[B]| Notes: |[/B]
Flaming shots of fireball whiskey!
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This is another case of 'the new regime wouldn't take the chance'. Not only does he stick out because of his red skin, he's also a descendant of Trigon, a supremely powerful being, and one whose children have caused considerable trouble in the past (cough cough RAVEN). Again, we're looking for non-obvious and low-tier/undeveloped meta's and magi's. This is neither.

Quoting takes hefty chunks from your character limit, so this adventure will continue in another post...